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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 february 2018

Straws

Tribalism: 
You break the rules 
and become a renegade. 

Do not know 
any god. All the 
deities were man-made 

In dark, you 
will recognize the faces 
of unslept poems.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 february 2018

Visualization

Looking back at self-portrait 
was bewitching. 
Self-abuse? Do you think 
we should start preparing for a 
holy murder? 
 
Like bad sex, you hold 
a blue thought and pick 
up a fight with a radical dialogue. 
If birds start leaving, what 
you plan to do with contemporary 
poetry. 
 
In a locked room you left 
your bloody footprints, sometime back. 
Now you are caught with a 
broken pen. Time was up. Hand 
over your lips and become mute.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 february 2018

Perversion

Again. The search 
will start 
for the virgin truth. 
 
Unseen. The invisible 
character, unfolds 
a bipolar paradox. 
 
So far. I have come 
groping in dark 
for a terpsichare. 
 
Spineless. You 
fly in the wordless 
blues of the veins. 
 
The underbelly 
was smooth, tied with a 
criminal moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 february 2018

Afterthoughts

Come via 
moon gate. I will meet 
you at midnight. 
 

 
Only in halfway 
house, I will find you 
in dark. 
 

 
O my firefly, 
why have you come 
to a wingless bird in dusk?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 february 2018

Absurdities

Beach walls? I have 
lost the moon again, 
in red wine. 
 
The breast milk? Was 
it a sexiest remark? 
the fetus was still inside- 
 
the womb of a closed- 
circuit television. I had 
the sharpest sight 
 
in dark. You like 
the pussy. It purrs, around 
my ankles, when I 
 
talk to a pregnant future. 
Give me my croci. 
I want to make my tea purple.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 february 2018

A Pilgrim’s Woe

Strange. You want to protect 
the house after the attack. 
Debunking the grammar. Take 
a look at the cavernous eyes. 
Do you find any rains? 
Refresh drops. You will 
need them, once a while. 
 
The life. Hides many grudges. 
It was scorching. A country 
of cantos in politics. The- 
language keeps on changing. 
What was next, nobody knows. 
The trees were there, the birds 
there, but there were no leaves.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 february 2018

A Pilgrim’s Woe

Strange. You want to protect 
the house after the attack. 
Debunking the grammar. Take 
a look at the cavernous eyes. 
Do you find any rains? 
Refresh drops. You will 
need them, once a while. 
 
The life. Hides many grudges. 
It was scorching. A country 
of cantos in politics. The- 
language keeps on changing. 
What was next, nobody knows. 
The trees were there, the birds 
there, but there were no leaves.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 february 2018

The Myth Of Domain

Tension grips: 
when you try to open 
the jarred doors- 
 
of the death. 
It was on old friend, 
on the cusp- 
 
selling the dirt. 
Was it the ending of 
the beginning? 
 
Who will go 
beyond the dead 
to find the immortal? 
 
You have left 
many cantos unfinished. 
I will try, will try 
 
to join the dots, 
the dashes, 
the parentheses.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 february 2018

How Many Times

Sitting at a funeral; 
in ashes, you search- 
the faces of dead. To 
shut down the apostrophes. 
 
How far was your home, 
you don’t want to 
go back? A black moon 
invites the tallest flare- 
 
of the sun. Bright 
death will ask no compensation. 
You can travel over half- 
memories of frozen pain. 
 
Hourglass to Kundo clocks, 
you were collecting all the 
souvenirs to stall the 
translations from coast to coast.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 february 2018

A Sneak Preview

Hold your saliva. 
The kissing syndrome, 
is on prowl. 
 
A threat looms large; 
over the face on the face 
of most beautiful eyes. 
 
Are you fascinated by the- 
picture of shedding the skin? 
The reptile was most venomsus. 
 
Strikes, when you are 
sleeping. Floats into your house 
when it is dark. 
 
A remake of the horror 
of holocaust? Will it 
affect your lips?


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Other poems: 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, 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,

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