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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 december 2018

The Stranger

Ready to pounce on 
a scarecrow. 
The ants were hungry. 
 
It was a dried bone― 
frame, wearing the royal 
costume, waiting for the moon. 
 
Can you play with the 
jewels and still 
remain poor? 
 
The suckers refuse to 
shrink, taking away skin, 
the eyes, the ears. 
 
It overwhelms the loneliness, 
the silence, the colossus, 
and the two-faced king in making.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 december 2018

This Kind Of Time

What noun was combative, 
enduring the poison, when 
you were subject of― 
the history, which will 
remain unwritten? 
 
The war was on, in the 
night of terror. You cannot 
reach the extremeties, for the 
sake of modesty. Violence 
sits in speech, in dirty words. 
 
The flesh needs new blood, 
and blood demands the bone 
of justice that will not― 
conceive mutilation. You become 
benevolent in spreading the fear.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 december 2018

Living Dangerously

A moon interrupted; 
riles the social class. 
A native sense comes of age. 
 
Piercing stare becomes rarefied, 
unbuttons the peaks and 
kills you with a mallet. 
 
The scared mask falls 
off the divine embrace, lets 
free the pigeons from the golden cage. 
 
The forked tongue will 
speak only truth. Blood 
was the only stain, washed easily. 
 
I will get the tan 
in moonlight only. My scars 
will remain invisible in silver.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 december 2018

Deciduously

You did not want to play― 
into the strength, 
of the other. 
 
Wrecking the pecking order, 
to become poorer, 
giving away your entire height? 
 
I could live, 
without your blasts, O sun, 
but I need my moon, 
for whole night. 
 
It pervades, 
the dark matter, in every pore. 
Like gingko tree 
I will drop all the pretentions 
tonight, and become leafless.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 december 2018

Being Watched

The one happening; 
which never happned. 
A slice of mock invasion on 
inner sanctum to find your own name. 
Who were you? 
A mind not on the mend? A 
house you were not living in? 
 
The forecast was wary of strangers. 
A deadly intent was hurling 
the desires onto the stones 
of eyes. A fog hides the melt. 
 
You were not ready for syntax, 
a rhyme breaks into sobs. 
Washed by pain, a sting 
becomes the poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 december 2018

Oh God

Impromptu, word by 
word, I will anoint you 
with poetry. 
 

 
Moon was sinking 
slowly, watching me 
reciting an elegy. 
 

 
The gates were still 
closed, for the candle 
bearers to stand vigil.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 december 2018

In Quicksand

It is the truth which 
never was. After many 
deaths I will come to you 
to repeal my verses. 
 
The festering earth was 
making the rains green, 
to suck the dry sands 
thrown by the angry winds. 
 
The soul upturns the body. 
You will crawl in a tunnel 
to come out for sedation 
accepting the karma. 
 
A non-acceptance of the 
straitjacket. Let the anxiety 
rise like a beast.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 december 2018

No Coming And Going

Defrosting, 
the mutability of homicide. 
You were lost in dreams 
stoking the protests of eyes. 
 
What were the explicit 
suggestive remarks? 
A personality disorder for going back 
to pyramids and searching the priest? 
 
Embrace the death, who 
says. The pavallion was empty. 
Game was over and boys had 
gone to dethrone the kissed thief. 
 
The questions run, trailing 
the path. What was the nature 
of this thought, I say when 
sky was infinite?


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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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Other poems: Metaphysics Of Shrine, Too Prudent, Collective Loss, In Your Own Temple, I Don't Know, In My Painting, To End The Poem, Never Found You, Defaulter, Virginity, Freedom From Pain, Pure As Gold, You Were Not Like Me, This Violence, Don't Sell You Thoughts, Vision In Dark, We Were Too Proud, Into Depression, In Honeymoon, In Twilight, I Am Not Changing Myself, Washing Relics, Who Was Yogi?, Street Weighs Steps, A Living Death, Repeat History, Too Proud To Bend, Rereading History, 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,

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