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Satish Verma, 5 november 2020
Forced Tragedy
You loosen the grip
and let go the bank.
After throwing itself on the
burning pyre, the phoenix
has failed. It will-
not rise from the ashes.
An agonizing script
unfolds. In a visceral moment,
I was scared. Life, till natural death.
What do I do now? Words
do not help. Stop doing anything?
A void becomes a voice.
You become whole.
Living precariously, thinking
becomes a tree. The roots
will feed the heart.
A songbird reminds me.
Time to salute the dawn.
Satish Verma, 4 november 2020
Black Days
It was a marathon race of
timeline. The days are bound and shot.
How do I come to you to express
my grief of the country
in tumult!
In shouting and screaming,
there was no magic wand to invoke
peace. Your mouth opens
and shuts like the shell valves. The
scollops- words, swim in
sea of burials.
The seriality was unconscionable.
It falls short of a stroke.
The blood splits. A riot erupts
to wet the lips of curved razor.
The sun retreats, to let
the stars find their sky.
Satish Verma, 3 november 2020
Fading Sheen
My little dirty moon,
why were you hiding-
when the vulture-poems had
an uncanny similarity with
raging road show?
The volatility would not exit.
It rises in flames to make
a big black hole in the sky.
Sometimes I hate you,
sometimes I, love you,
my elusive, beautiful karma.
At night when I disappear
what poem you will read?
In fast-running stream, your
croaking will not be heard.
Try to begin a dance of democracy.
Satish Verma, 2 november 2020
Heartache
Wanting to die young
hairy and unbaked,
not telling the truth.
It was a savage vendetta.
The crowd was not on your side.
In manic intensity,
they shouted- death to the veils
in holiest dip.
I repudiate the presumptiveness.
A super religion gives birth
to a devil- another godman.
In chains, I will carry
a cloud. Very disquieting.
There was no water.
The seeds crawl-
underground in the wake of earthquake.
Collecting the tears to grow.
It is a blank summer.
The fat spiders open the eyes.
Satish Verma, 1 november 2020
Amused
Night falls in rings.
The poetry becomes
a summer dilemma.
A dancing frog
starts foot-flagging.
Mating was the ultimate.
Politics becomes
a ritual. I will not come back
to face the lynch mob.
Satish Verma, 31 october 2020
The Enigma
The traveler sleeps in a sepulcher,
endlessly, timelessly,
where no ray of light enters.
Like the death has stopped
moving, for a moment
to celebrate the close of the journey.
Indeed? Is it the edge of yearning?
I no longer belong to any one,
to any universe. Come a long way
walking barefoot on hot sands
of life where no footprints exist.
Do not go for my vision. Find
your own path. In yellowish- brown
eroded silica, ripened in sun,
I have left my eyes. The moon
will tell the tale of my Olympian
failures.
Satish Verma, 29 october 2020
In Harmony
A sudden shock,
when a snakeskin starts moving.
Behind the shut doors
a conspiracy was hatched.
Son of the moon-
wriggles on palms. Sneaks
a glance at the diving sun.
Cut and glued, a mourning looks
in the eyes of a Titan.
The anarchy raises its head.
The make-up cannot be
taken off. It will expose
the artless faces.
When eyelids flutter
of a fallen angel, you think
it was an imperial command.
A pause in pain.
You float on ice.
Satish Verma, 28 october 2020
Difficult To Understand
To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task.
You become-
vunerable again.
Everyday the curtains
come down after the entry of
assassin bugs.
Long-legged, bloodsucking
predators would roam
and abduct the phrases.
The young turks break
the nest, petals strewn, a
rose dies in my hands.
My night journey begins
I let out a poem
to become my lantern.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2020
Quizzing
The great lines, you quote, don't
stir me... you know my vexation,
with the twinkling lights, that don't move.
The colors, don't mix... I move
from death to death, to understand
life, and fail miserably. The body
does not open. Seducers
ready to jump for a bite, to tear
off my columns, my domes.
Yes, I give, give away my precious
heart, time, my infallible attention
to heal you.I don't demand any
dough, remaining in penury, do not
ask for the factors. My arithmetic
has failed. Cannot solve the puzzles
lost in maze of juggleries.
It was your world. I am living
at a binary planet, scarcely habitable.
Yet I am happy in myself
looking at the grains of sand on my
hands. You know, you cannot
write like me... like me.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2020
Discovery
As I accept the verdict,
the dead-soul beast-
jumps up, draws out the sword
and starts cutting the drift. You shout,
wake up from a nightmare.
The words had betrayed. Vowel
harmony was gone. Voice hoarse, you
stammer, accusing the city, the country
the century.
It was consensual. The suicide pact.
Cloth and body, print and color.
Paper and pen, bed and grave. The
moon had kicked out the feline.
The insomnia, now rules. You
start counting the sins. No stress,
no indecency, sleeping with
dead poems. A big explosion changes the fonts.
You go into long sleep.
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27 may 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
czy to o sutorce cze kobiecie Waltera oszukanej
27 may 2025
właśnie, ż 3D też chcą nas w to władować.
25 may 2025
sam53
nie wszyscy lubią żółty kolor, nie wszystkim
25 may 2025
violetta
Soczyste, piękne.
25 may 2025
Być może:) luźne sobie leżenie w różnych
25 may 2025
noga za nogę w bikini? i jeszcze pośladki ku
24 may 2025
Cudo
24 may 2025
jeśli tylko
Dzięki za komentarz :))
24 may 2025
Aha.. witaj Belamonte..
24 may 2025
ano, ale lepsza kamerka, a potem poprawka w realu,
24 may 2025
piękne, ale jest się tym wszystkim, było się
24 may 2025
mam to w pracy na co dzień, praca to życie,
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