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Satish Verma, 28 june 2017
Engagements
I intuited.
Something had crept into
my room in dark,
and slept on my bed
devastating me.
It was a moonbeam.
There was no animal on the loose.
Activism had empowered the gender base.
One long nightmare started
between innovation and miracle.
Unwritten, I was loth
to understand you.
The abstract sky was
ravishing the moon. I become
visibly upset. Ask you to shut
the door and start reading me.
I had become an epic
of water.
Satish Verma, 27 june 2017
Moony Affair
I take you in my arms. O moon.
Crazed. You have become a muse
of a dervish. I hear the noises. Inside.
Beyond perception. I could have swapped
with you. My rage. My skin. My solitary inside.
Becoming a dagger into your heart jumping.
Never falling you said. The evergreens. I
have again failed.The crops. Standing, on the river.
Not crossing the bridge. To meet the spring.
In meadows. May be. Unsaying. Will
it help to know? The words standing behind
the lips? Will you catch the words?
Floating in air, when I am gone with
the clouds. You will keep on repeating I
was here, in your eyes, in your tears.
Moving away in opposite direction will
you look back when dawn arrives?
I will hold you and kiss on mouth.
Satish Verma, 26 june 2017
Rugged Frontiers
The sun beats mercilessly.
A coastline invites the violence
of the great lake.
A sinking feeling of a boat. The battle
of tides and limbs. You can see
the colors, the dragons
flying. The blasted sky
and blackened clouds. A shriek
sets the lake on fire, as the dusk sets in.
A tribal instinct to burn
the fences, set the horizons
free for a new comet, landing from
unknown space. You want to touch
the lips of a mute, blotted moon.
Fireflies start dotting the night.
You move inward; find a dark
niche to graze the wounds. The hurt
brings the words. You pick up an
axe and start chopping
the dead wood.
Satish Verma, 24 june 2017
The Signs
This music was insane.
Do not pluck the wounded apples
of conjugal extraction.
The volatility was increasing.
Shades of blue were
sharpening. The intrusive moon
will decide the fate of
fossilized fracture. The death
came by the back door.
The rough edges are to
be smothered, after a back
encounter. The saint was ready.
The anxiety overwhelms. You
try to find a small window
to bring in the song bird.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2017
Warming Up
You could feel it.
The fear in that pristine howl
writhing in throat. Something was
wrong with the sunflowers. A genital
cutting had brought the snowdusting
on mutilated emotions.
A premonition warns. We are shining
on wrong side, under dictates of religion.
The cult will take care of mouth. You
will celebrate the breaking up of man.
The bone between the lips.
I am collecting the dirty threads of
loyalty to stitch the amnesia. They were ready to
applause the demise of moon. No more
sheen on the trees, lake and hills.
I am hauling up the skeletion of the republic.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2017
Empty Dreams
After the civil war in temples
a wodden god
with broken nose, was walking
with a stick.
Half-way to home
he wanted to turn back
and meet his shadow
in the lake.
A mountain goat climbs
down the rocks to become
a martyr. Leaps into a dark
stream clinging to the veil.
A blue pine takes a bath
in the summer rain. A
midnight moon will call the spirits
to dance for gamblers.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2017
In Totality
The riot was within.
Not getting along with social
revolution you would lie
on purple patch without seeking
any privy.
Who were the barbarians
which were going to release
the brutal pattern of bloodshed
during sunset on
the lake?
A mistrial will dispatch
the violence and you will drop
dead on the dirt path leading
to bed of roses. A theme will
wait for the signing of the book.
Someone punched you in solar
plexus. You said, I don’t
die daily to live.
Satish Verma, 19 june 2017
Lickety-Split
The silence of the road
intends to pause the observer’s speed.
Unchanged continuity
had a cubic quality.
Presenting yourself to lick salt
before molestation.
The sanctity
stands violated.
The horror thing looms
large, neatly dressed
dancing in your boots.
The path ends at a tree.
You misprint the name
of a tormentor.
Man becomes a beast
in a love triangle.
Satish Verma, 18 june 2017
Earthly Wounds
Anatomy of fear,
is revealed before me.
Like a red flower opens.
A shadowless figure, deathly-white
holds my hand.
You watch the wounded earth
athirst, fumbling to catch the
greens. Vomited blood when her womb
was upturned to release the metal.
Civet will leave the trail on convicted
grass. The iron grip of greedy
windows. The red ant hills were
spewing white eggs. Now rains
were coming.
Unkempt my house waits for
the ending of truth. What I mean
you will not know. The law always finds
a black veil to cover the face.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2017
Humbled
You miss the words and numbers.
The gameplan gets ascention. The
podium was high.
And so was your head.
Swallowed by the winds
unable to reach the end of journey.
Were you not thinking?
Was it a treason to withdraw –
from the frills? In love scare
there were other things to do,
in the storm,
like collecting the thorns.
You step outside the dark and
feel the limbs of light,
altering the script to become
a miracle.
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6 july 2025
Jaga
Zmieniłam tytuł pod wpływem ;) Dziękuję
6 july 2025
Jedność z naturą :)
6 july 2025
i maki czerwone, rumianek biały...Witaj Jeślinko
6 july 2025
Niewymarzenie i smutki smutniejsze.
5 july 2025
violetta
Zarosłam myślami:)
5 july 2025
jeśli tylko
lubię do Ciebie zaglądać, Ewuś :)
5 july 2025
wicewersja..
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chabry i kąkole..
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Belamonte/Senograsta
och rany, czuje sie jak na działce, tyle tej
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można powiedzieć spokojne.. można..
5 july 2025
dziękuję :) jedne są na jasnej glinie, drugie
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Jak wiatraki
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