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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 april 2020

What To Think

Cruel times,
and the walls are rising.
The rivals.Medusae versus columns.
Snakes for hairs
opposed to stones.
The bell shaped body with stinging
tongues.

I will not speak.
This is the gift from the womb of
evil.The blues.
Wounded by you.

The color changes.Sunrise to sunset.
You stay in sunroom, in dumbness.
Chilling poverty.

You shake violently.
Give me the skin to cover my bones,
I am bleeding black.You know the tilted moon
still crying.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 april 2020

Dismay

It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas,
to search the exit.
Where to go where to.

The window
has jumped out
from the moon. what was
your ultimate? What was?

The cold-blooded
creepy object
discharging the virulent
flames virulent.

Migratory ink
always lands on the
paper, would not
move the words would not.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 april 2020

On Blackboard A Chalk Writes

The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices?
I will ask my half self.

The pretension sends
neuroimages.
I am going home to read my horoscope.

Words grieve. I
have done a dream.
Silence sins.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 april 2020

Your Dress Code

Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all
the black visions.

Those lunging at the
helpless prey, a hundred arms,
pythonic- to squeeze
the life out of
the rising voice.

You were my trust,
my secret, then why this
curse,
of your signs, your signature,
your face?

You were me, I was you.
We were not different, I open
my chest to receive the bullets
the stone, the stick.

The words.They swim
like dolphins, whistling
crossing the horizons
reaching beyond the colored dresses.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 april 2020

Leaving The Home

Your hands
start a fire―
thinking beyond the rainbow.

The next hearing
will encompass the unheard sins
of islands.

In spot, you open
the lock and let in the strange voices,

wearing the hidden masks
of untold flaws.

The system starts crumbling
and you wash your feet
in tumbling water
of unsound river, held in abeyance.

No house was left
without ashes.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 april 2020

Penury Ward

In tattered clothes.
I would see my returned privation.
I will make the holes bigger,
so that light seeps in,
on my blackened chest.

The lovers will not meet
today, out, in open;
on moonward path.

The charred remains―
of the rope are visible.
The soaked blanket, to sleep in,
has become infernal.

What are you drinking now?
No other passage,
no exit, even the kiss of death?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 april 2020

Crossing The Bar

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation,
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.

The caretaker has prepared the shroud.
Smoke is rising on the hills.
Nobody walks with you.It is a
lone journey, where centuries throw the dust
on your hallowed gifts.

The pyramid of signs, symbols, signatures,
disappear in penultimate flare.
Time to leave the waiting room.

The resurrection will take place now;
of fear, of despair, of foot steps in dark.
I will hear them, holding my breath.

Landscape will change into valley of tears.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 april 2020

Soundless Sleep

Giving yourself,
a gift of trash, you were
waiting for the pain to return.

A shadow overtakes you
as if you were
walking on the dry lake bed.

An abandoned thought
becomes a philosopher.
How not to live again.

The birder meets a rainstorm,
on journey to unknown.
The poet and water become one.

Not easy to finish the
line. Something has remained
unsaid. The vultures descend.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 april 2020

Leaves Of Roses

A racial profile begins
between black and white.
A silver moon ambles
as a prelude to dark music.

A winter night tosses hundred
excuses,
for not lighting the lamps.

Words were still trying to
find the ropes.

You should know your boundaries.
The honeysuckle will
not graze your lips.

The salt of earth settles
in tears of dawn.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 april 2020

Paradigms

Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm.
I take a dip in anonymity.

You will never know,
where you will start a rough patch
on the road?

A prehistoric site could not outlive
the humiliation of proximity to hate.
Violence chewed the dust.

My knees give way to anguish of morality;
horror of captivity of dawn.
The eyes are going to collapse in endless night.

Tapping of kernel in hand, shell of truth bothers you,
like a mountain dew under the stone.
I will destroy the anxiety of grass.

Death of desire may take place.
Fragrance still devastates the moon.

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