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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 october 2018

Breathing Again

You dig in your heels, 
when blood spills 
under the skin. 
 
Refuses to go, the homeless moon, 
I will call the snow to cover the sod. 
 
Scavenging, 
through the stray thoughts, you 
pick up the threads, to knit― 
a scarf for the poem. 
 
Body born, a planet 
breaks, in your epic. The ivory 
shaving will make a white gold. 
 
The birth pangs start in natal pain.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 october 2018

No More, No Less

Noway, I will ask 
the poem, to become stressed out, 
like the street, 
beaten and used again 
and again. 
 
Where do you want to go 
for a rendezvous with― 
unknown, in dark, 
groping for the unsung, 
unseen meaning? 
 
Time is worn out. You live 
on the fringes, unselling 
your ancient home, submerged, 
after the earthquake, 
triggered by ghosts of comments.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 october 2018

Time Crossing

When I hold the pen, 
it trembles in my hand; the poem. 
 
The catharsis. 
Zero minus, to no to everything 
against the main stream. 
You start kinking. 
 
Gawking? 
Every night I carry my glitches 
to bed, to fight my demons. 
Falteringly, you speak: 
it should not have happened. 
The genetic aberration? 
 
Nudges the crass exhibition 
of alphabets of exorcism. 
You invoke the dumb gods, who will 
not vacate the accelerandos.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 october 2018

Solemnity

Give me a lone word. 
I will write a poem. 
 
You enter the final hour 
of diagnosis. The kill 
was imminent. 
 
Back to back two trysts collide 
generating a fire. 
 
Who was peeling the moon? 
 
The stab sets in. In 
abeyance of the gift. I 
will give you a scar. 
 
Daisies will remain awake 
at night, for the vigil 
of a slain pilgrim.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 october 2018

A Scare Comes Back

I have never been the same, 
after watching, the abandoned 
 
moon, rising gracefully, 
and becoming secular. There 
 
were no words, no speech; 
but a biological war had 
 
started between the shadows, 
like gondolas in the air. 
 
You unexpectedly turn blue. 
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 october 2018

Fake Arrival

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 
 
A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 
 
You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 
 
Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 
 
What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 
 
You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 october 2018

Fake Arrival

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 
 
A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 
 
You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 
 
Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 
 
What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 
 
You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 october 2018

Thousand Moons

On the rim of a beer glass, 
stand, white crystals of salt. 
I was watching a pale moon. 
 

 
The lone tree always 
waits for the dipping moon, 
to give a parting kiss. 
 

 
I grieve for the viola. 
Why does it extend one― 
petal for a landing pad.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 october 2018

Last Hope

When the dialogue stops 
there will be a royal bleed. 
 
I had not come to the 
terms of slaughter. 
 
Wanted now, to manage 
the anguish incontinent. 
 
Can you find some space in 
waiting, for the hangman? 
 
Footprints and invisible faces. 
Somewhere a hope lives in amber. 
 
Trapped light, in wintery dark, 
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 october 2018

Scrutinizing

This jungle of words. 
Fear, like a badger 
comes, and sits at my door. 
 

The insects, I 
am tired of them. All the 
time I sit under a bo tree. 
 

This city was 
like an ocean, full 
of predator sharks.


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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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