Latest items:

Poetry

	Satish Verma
	PROFILE About me Friends (3) Poetry (3942)

latest best rating most commented

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 february 2020

Au Revoir

Skin deep, the moon
goes with me,
to bid goodbye to old year.

I have moved nearer
to the door knob,
of the unopened crypt.
The stale air leaks from the crumbling door.

The unfinished books
are under the frost. I cannot
shovel the walk. A grainy
picture emerges, of despair.

Going to dig up the ruins
to find the script.
Ink spills on the paper,
words depart.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 february 2020

Once Again

I hear again your voice
after injury pause.

An apologia.
It is still kempt,
the mist scented, milk bath
by moon, in dark.

In legendary night, everything was legitimate.
The licit kiss of death too.

One by one the faces
were missing. The snake bites,
of love.

The embroidered memories are
hanged to dry up in rain.

The eyes like moths, flicker around
the dark candle of another childhood.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 february 2020

Lynx-Eyed

The long tentacles return
to gather you,
in clawless loops.

What do you see in the godless
domain of winged
colts?

The colossus had
glaring flaws. Binary
curse falls like a barrel-bomb.

I remained oblivious
of the uncorrupted dawn,
rising from the ruins of fallen saints.

I am standing on the
grey rock, where black and
white meet. Time becomes a moment.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 february 2020

Nobody Can Say

Wearing raw beef,
speaking Buddha,
it was real time in dystopia.

I was wondering,
how to cheat life.
Crypts were empty.

Think, keep quite,
I would say, watching
the river go by.

The feral look, will
teach you suffer. There
was no ending.

Half-bird, half-mount―
You carry the burden
of undoing nemesis.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 february 2020

Reviving The Schism

A mentalist does not feel
secure, when you start
jaywalking in the empty street.

What was the need to
rescue a predator, when
the river was dry?

The ducks were crossing
the road. Stay put, till
the kids want to make a halt.

It was a renaissance
connection, when a clan is
sentenced to speak softly.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 february 2020

Unbecoming Of The Poem

The fat moon
rises, when the bland earth
gives a call.

Like the black magic
of depression, in fall,
overwhelming the silence.

Of not becoming, what
you wished me to be,
or not to be.

A conflict always,
climbs the wall to overlook,
the pain of separation.

This winter, I am not
going to witness, the death
of night birds.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 february 2020

Avoiding The Virtue

In moments of hubris,
of artificial hip,
the most unknowable thing was
the blood thought.

An invisible ink, of late
marks the error
of autumn. A lone survivor
of leaves of time, would not
break the word.

The donated eyes will not
see the dreams. You can
boil the bones to get the truth.
Somewhere a guilt prospers.

It is what you don't think.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 february 2020

Ultimate Tongue

In praise of body
like a bow,
shooting arrows of clemency.
But I have come to deny myself,
the nemesis.

There was no penitence.
Unacceptable, in the light of
broad-day murder
of democracy.

Freedom to arc was a personal
style, writing poetry
against the art
of manipulation.

I am ready to become
human, after inferno, started
by you, to burn
the story.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 january 2020

Song Of Promotion

I am not going to touch
the meaning―
of nativity for unknown
guests.

A cameo appearance of some
god, does not take away the
most recent fears
of death.

The ghosts have their own
defences against scars,
bruises and unstitched
bones.

Give me a piece of unleashed
poem, my odyssey
has begun in
earnest.

number of comments: 1 | rating: 1 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 january 2020

With No Apology

On the mount
a broad-leaved tree was preparing
for self destruction.
It was too cold
under the sun.

A small Christmas tree
with its needle leaves
waits for the snow,
to draw a self-potrait
in bitter winter.

Snow fall makes it
gold, when rain comes
and my hand knives the moon.

number of comments: 3 | rating: 1 | detail

10 - 30 - 100

Other poems: In Coexistence, Understanding Me, O God, The Penultimate, In God's Shadow, January Cool, Sending My Hymns, Sending My Hymns, I Knelt In Flames, Hyperaesthesia, After Separations, Incomplete Thoughts, To Tell The Truth, Bizarre Phenomenon, Scoliosis, Noises Of Stampede, Laws Of Chemistry, Love To Violence, Prayer Starts, After The Body, Your Thoughts Live Around Me, My Blood, My Bones, Moon Slept In My Arms, In Cross-Hairs, Out Of Honey, Ocean Sinks, Looking At Past, Not Heart Broken, A Patriarch Maps, By Sparks Stay Young, Inheriting The Dust, Death In Peace, In Dragnet, My Craft Trembles, The Adored Angel, Untold Story, In Blue Darkness, Will You Know?, Inventory Of Pain, Till Every Song, Felling A Tree, Love And Revenge, Anchor Buried In Clouds, Walking In Twilight, Hope Dies Daily, Footprints On Sands, Amaryllis Blooms, Analysing Myself, Beauty Of Truth, Moonwhite Heart, It Was Not Your Refusal, Fire Game, Chained Love, Pink Bruises, Waning Moon, Waning Moon, Sea Will Drag Me, There Was Ample Pain, If You Are A Human Being, Equality, Sun Was Cooling, Bee-Stings, Lost In Thoughts, In Order Of Being, Smoking Guns, Come To Me As You Are?, Freak Happenings, Character, Dreamscapes, I Think, I Don't Exist, Reincarnation, My Gifts, Pure Like Flames, Unseeking, Reapers Are Here, God It Kills, Body Was Temple, Divine Losses, Winter Tales, Green And Red, No Preface, My Scars Were Red, Don't Grieve For Me, Pain Of Surrender, A Renaissance, Repeating Pain, Deep Inside, When Truth Was Exhumed, It Was My Pain, How Much Certain You Were?, In Cupped Lakes, Saviour Was Sad, Space Walk, Where Will You Go?, Dust Under Feet, Priest Writes On Wall, Deciphering, We Will Not Come Back, Over Your Dream, Watching A Miracle, No Complaints, Between Whips And Tether, Travesty Of Truth, The Saga Of Breakup, The Saga Of Breakup, Playing Chess, The Trial, Leaves Are Changing Colors, Broken Bridges, Misty Memories, In Temperature, O Trinity, Studying Life, Nonetheless, I Write With Red Ink, Everything Is Black, Tangerines Sing, Touching Everywhere, Taking Revenge, Poetic Justice, Suffering Was Right, I Was Lost, Dogmatically, Justice Pure, Amnesia, Compromised, By Kisses, The Entity, Quartz, The End Starts, Echoes Travel, Picking Relics, To Dying Muse, The Voyager, Itinerant, Between Done And Undone, I Remember, I Am You Are, Greek Thoughts, Unseeing You, The Man And God, Savagery, Waiting For Flames, Deep Voices, Jumping The Wall, Beside The Truth, Bifurcation, In Deep Dark, Humanized Pain, It Is Getting Dark,

Latest comments:

Terms of use | Privacy policy | Contact

Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.

Ta strona używa plików cookie w celu usprawnienia i ułatwienia dostępu do serwisu oraz prowadzenia danych statystycznych. Dalsze korzystanie z tej witryny oznacza akceptację tego stanu rzeczy. Polityka Prywatności

ROZUMIEM

1