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Satish Verma, 1 september 2017
False Boundaries
I again went for the goldfish.
One day I took you, in the
night sky, rubbing on the
sea, under an ebony moon.
The roasted munching in
fabricated letters for
the orgiastic drill.
Why one always becomes
sadistic in self- torture,
the drifting among tombs-
of broken words, in our
maligned ink? The clear
path suddenly becomes invisible.
I again hear the sobbing of
a trembling ghost of past.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2017
Tapers
It went through me
the hot day;
vaulting back.
at night.
To hustle the poetry things.
Weary of the luminous
dials. I want to
think in dark.
*
The bookcase was empty.
Croaking words
had departed for
greener pastures.
Hold on.
I am coming to
defuse the grenades.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2017
Mni Poems
The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.
Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.
*
The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.
Blaming
the punctuation.
*
No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.
The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.
*
Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical?
The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2017
Mni Poems
The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.
Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.
*
The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.
Blaming
the punctuation.
*
No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.
The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.
*
Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical?
The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2017
Splitting The Night
Pillage started,
when there were anti-answers.
The trapped light-
wanted to be
released,
from brutalism.
When you were
nearly drowned,
in the multitude of questions,
joining the palms,
you collect the moments
of solitude.
You drop a key
in the ocean.
Its imprint swims
to the other side of shore.
You felt lonely
stars said, it is time for us to leave.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2017
Paper Thin
Tearing up,
the revised versions.
Wall was rising.
Invisible,
like the unconceived
terror.
Half-eaten space,
the man wants to
hide the holiness.
The final leap,
for the hips, the lips
for the dive.
The bloodied
paperweight, which smasthed
the skull of a bald deity.
The arguments, that
kill the path, a
gift of sky.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2017
Earth's Intelligence
Do not open this dirt file of
the suspended time. It reverberates
in me while standing
on the edge of a precipice.
Are you hungry of a desert
light in dark. The birds are
going to follow the sun carrying
the moon on their wings.
A dream creater stands on
a golden rock to retrieve
the archaic relic of a Desinovan
who hit the grave without shoes.
The greed ultimately takes over
the silent death.
Satish Verma, 26 august 2017
Buying Time
Nibbling at a piece of moon
I lost the zero line
of my violence
mapping the lone
jungle.
The waning light
flaunting the peaks
for docking
the missile
in dark.
The body of water,
prior to the tempest,
will invite the brown
creator to pull
the ropes.
The past reappears,
shows presence.
I search word anchors
to reach
buoyancy.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2017
Accounting
On lotus leaf
a frog sits meditating-
the parenthood.
Fetal coaxing,
was on trial. Will you
come to witness?
A premature
death of a dream. Who
was responsible?
Satish Verma, 24 august 2017
Blind Encounter
Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking.
Let there be a dialogue-
between two lovers-
under the glare of sun-
once again, initiating a tropical storm.
Oscillation.
A tendril moves in swings
to catch a mate.
The body finally surrenders
to a flame. A yellow cinder
starts a white fire.
A cindrella finally walks
out of ashes to find a pen
leafing the pain in colors.
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4 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
to trzeba dyskoteke albo do sanatorium w Ustoniu.
4 july 2025
Jaga
Miasto jak świat cały.
4 july 2025
Subiekcja, gdy subiektywny ogląd.
3 july 2025
nie ja ale wy zaczeliscie o polityce, fałszu
3 july 2025
Weronika
Miasto zbliża się końca.
3 july 2025
Ani mnie nie kręci. Nie zmienia to faktu, że
3 july 2025
moi mili, mnie polityka nie kręci
3 july 2025
I fałszu nikt nie zliczy...
3 july 2025
Mam drugi dzień upału. Do tego gorący, suchy
3 july 2025
Też kiedyś drylowałam. Wiśnię. młodą,
3 july 2025
sam53
wybory są niepoliczalne...patrz Polska :)))
3 july 2025
zrywam wiśnie...jeszcze ze 2 wiadra i spokój...gdzie
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