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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 december 2018

Waist-High Sunk

When you release the 
words, your curled fingers 
burst into flame. 
 
It was an ancient filth, 
a bird fighting in the mud- 
house of quote-unquote. 
 
Someone navigated 
over the bald heads to find 
a landing place for a cuckoo. 
 
Between real and fiction, 
you cannot write a hymn 
in praise of satan, called god. 
 
I am done with the darkness 
all around, and rip open 
the wall to let in the jupiter.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 december 2018

Some Questions

The black holes ringed 
the galaxy. Tainted 
moon, was in tow. 
 

 
Any generational gap 
was evident between 
Neanderthals and humans? 
 

 
How our brain works 
I wanted to know? 
Are there any real men?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 december 2018

Overbalancing

The space between the 
two ends, was becoming 
a game of thorns. 
 
The leprous increase 
tips the moon. An unseen 
virgin becomes red rose. 
 
It was another day in 
the desert. I don't want 
to become a prophet. 
 
A titular sun was 
collecting the lilies to 
divide the night in halves. 
 
Manipulating the nucleus, 
are you ready to accept 
the uncommitted sin?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 december 2018

Fair Play

When God kings come― 
down stealthly, 
it is your waking time. 
 
You had never counted the awards. 
Refrained from watching the oblation. 
When blood pooled on 
the floor, you were holding 
a love child of moon 
and earth. 
 
Do you think a collateral 
damage will ensue, when you 
chart out the trajectory of missiles? 
 
The incredible ink will not 
go dry on the tongue, when you 
read a ghazal of indomitable 
pen. 
 
Today I climb a red 
mountain to know my height.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 december 2018

The Eternal Quest

You cast doubt, 
on the definition. 
Gods play with words, 
like winged fruits, 
Man becomes the spawn of destiny. 
 
Sparrows were flying 
out. I will watch― 
the window closed. A slant of 
light withers away. 
I am writing my poems in dark. 
 
The vintage rings under 
the eyes, will retrieve 
the lost meaning of 
truth, from the ruins of 
time. I will again start my pilgrimage.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 november 2018

Wounded Veils

Some question? 
It always haunted me. 
In combat posture, 
why would I become a child? 
To cry and learn a laugh? 
Karma? 
 
A green memory, 
of the shade of bougainvillea's 
arbor, entwining the wooden pain 
of my frame, to know 
the faith of water, improvidently 
creating the false interiors. 
 
How far was the home? 
You want to toe the 
peace of garden, blue sky 
and dark night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2018

Unconclusive

O stark avenger, 
Time. 
I will come on your lapses, 
when every moment, 
tells a lie. 
 
 
Was it wrong time? 
To ask the poem go, 
binary? 
on a fringe thought? 
 
Has the angst a right, 
to explore the fast moving 
mind, to experiment 
with the answer? 
 
We are on the crossroads, 
to know ourselves, 
driven by the fragrance, 
man-made. 
 
The words are only transient!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 november 2018

The Middle Ground

I try to think, 
not to think of you; 
cede hope to candor. 
 
You will not contribute, 
to your own rape, of truth; 
rediscovering the shame. 
 
The modesty will not sit 
on the stigmata. 
Moths were becoming defiant. 
 
Copiously drenched, 
under the wet moon, 
a poem will seek a title. 
 
It returns back, the 
kiss, you sent for the flame. 
It was very hot, the farewell.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 november 2018

Evoking Images

It was not easy to recall, 
the love in truancy. Needs 
extra gene. I would wake up in blue 
darkness for an aubade. 
The salt glitters when I 
shut the mind. 
 
In random wreckage, 
the first glow before dawn, 
sets you on fire. A star gazing 
begins, buried in the flesh, only 
the eyes protruding, incapable 
to locate the moon. 
 
A blank paper floats. You 
were surfing on words. Not 
yet to meet the inevitable. Not 
the kiss of hurt. I am coming 
to unfurl the opus, the 
noble commitment of navel crossing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 november 2018

Untold Journey

It does not make any sense 
to go beyond, where the road ends. 
 
He was searching the meaning 
of life. Moving out of comfort zone 
to Roman cave. 
 
Émigré to chessboard, 
he will stop pushing the game. 
But what about the demons― 
sitting on my chest, in cahoots with the nails? 
 
Somebody walks into assassin's 
trap. Somebody's bread does not 
reach the home. 
 
A child will ask, when my 
father will return? There was no answer. 
The tide has brought back 
the ashes.


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Other poems: Pain Of Pain, Thou Shall Not Cry, Deep Fears, 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,

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