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Satish Verma, 19 january 2017
Stunned
Confused and wary like a
spermwhale, you are
nosediving; -
through the shadows
of terrible pain
ejecting ambergris.
Who was getting
the bribery
to fix the belly button?
This was not revolution.
It was evolution-
of a stinking city.
The gods were sleeping
on the lips of a pride.
Nurses were preparing the bed.
How far the sane voice
will reach, to deliver
the relics of a salted dynasty?
•
Unbodied, how do I touch you
groping? The message was not
clear. How to kill oneself on stage?
A beehive falls on
your head. Are you going
to scream?
Entire town was going
for a pilgrimage. The saint
was preparing for a self-burial.
A hundred thousand moons
were placed on your crown.
The sun was going to roll.
Charred bodies
were turning in graves.
Who was becoming untouchable now?
Give me a kiss of cobra.
My bandaged life
wants to sleep in peace.
•
His severed legs were
tucked under his head to serve as a pillow.
He was half-eaten.
Howling
was silencing all the shames
Woman, I am not coming home.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2017
Green Circle
You are peeling me off
like a crab.
Time has sunk very low.
For the hungry kids
who was growing crab apples?
Creating art,
arriving between the pubes.
A microfossil
roosting within me.
I could live without oxygen.
Incandescent,
the liquid wounds.
I will not send any salvo.
Satish Verma, 17 january 2017
Pleading
Mooneater, I am my poem:
fantasy of words
traveling through fog.
When light sneaks in,
would you like to weep
with me?
Dear death,
I am not ready to
close my chapter.
You are you
but I am not me -
taking a flight in dark.
Disintegrating,
I am collecting the spiderwebs
to catch the moon.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2017
Flickering Dream
It was your
integrity
at the time of ubiquitous pain
of separation, you want to move the home
away from home
coming
to terms with the trauma
your shadow was not following you
playing dead
nuzzling the earth, racing to fill
the void, entering the truthlessness
this world
of violence, of mayhem, of self-betrayal,
the flags are not able to cover the nudity
Satish Verma, 15 january 2017
Battle For Madness
I see it coming
the end before the beginning.
Of dawn.
The midnight call.
Impeachment was fragile.
A satanic cult
overwhelms the freedom
of negation.
Do yoy think we can
move the tree of wisdom
from the altar of ethics
sending shots to the sky.
From the grief of paradoxes
Can you run away? One
moment you exhibit the caked blood.
Next moment it is dark.
•
Standing on crossroad,
do we end the walk
and wait for rumbling
surge of anarchy?
The anguish is writ
large on the tanned sun
who was moving along with
porcupines.
The wild berries
have colored the skull caps.
Swarms of red ants
are running behind the heels.
Satish Verma, 14 january 2017
Sovereignty
Living
someone's else death?
Was that an explicit experiment?
Starting with an Adonis
to stitch
the wounds of angels.
An unlikely
walk through the tumor
of breast, where
no milk ejects
the ancestory. I hold
the words without meaning.
It was a tragic
flow of history.
The echo was searching a sky.
Satish Verma, 13 january 2017
Smiling Buddha
A rapt moon was listening
a tale of two murders.
Across the caste, fingernails
were digging in to give -
a putsch to darkness, unhappened
in vain.
A word tears into the untouched
pain and I bleed for the golden birds.
Can you transcend an apparition
alighting on impermanence?
Time was brewing
a revolution of untold jokes.
Death moves in a circle
to negotiate peace with unknown.
Skies were indifferent bidding
farewell to cracks of dawn.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2017
Curved In
Uncovering your breasts
and waist,
you become half-eaten.
Disaffection
fathere a child.
The intimacy was
false. There were anger and theatrics.
The paternity suit falls
flat. The boundaries between
underthings are torn.
Painting the self-portrait
I had made a cut on my face
for you to bleed.
With a flick of hand
you wipe out the whole future.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2017
Regenerating
The trembling hands were
ostrasized for living more
than the mafia.
Why the marigold
will not use the magical potent
to understand the conceit?
Wounded by street
an unease settles on devestated trees.
How the broken moon will rise now?
The giver will not distort
the truth for the sake of bleak landscape.
Seeds were waiting to sprout.
You can bend the rainbow.
Night was raped for nothing.
Sun will take the revenge.
Satish Verma, 10 january 2017
Taking Off
Outraged film
and dirt life.
The descent was complete.
A shadow under the moon
walks past the lake,
comes out of the body.
Every dream
leaves an imprint on the glass.
Will never drink the moonlight again.
The blank surrender
alongside crutches
loses the tolerance of question marks.
Like my fear
enveloping you in blazing sun
for a candle.
Latest comments:
9 july 2025
violetta
Tak, tylko winko bezalkoholowe:)
9 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
wisi, to był ten sam gagatek, chyba się opamiętał,
8 july 2025
jak ma na imie?
8 july 2025
jeden z nas
8 july 2025
nie da się
8 july 2025
Czego, piwa?:)
8 july 2025
Halki nie są aż takie cienkie:)
8 july 2025
No co ty:) nie akceptuję:)
8 july 2025
te diety są przerażające, gdzie zrozumienie
8 july 2025
wow. miałem kiedyś białą myszkę była wesoła
8 july 2025
i to jest piwołanie poety
8 july 2025
motyle moga nas opuścić i wtedy trzeba przejsc
9 july 2025
wiesiek
8 july 2025
wiesiek
7 july 2025
jeśli tylko
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jeśli tylko
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