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Satish Verma, 27 may 2016
Void
As if my inner sound was demanding
take me for
meiosis;
I want to break into many daughter things.
Half my genes
half my color
partly male
partly female
disowning the boundaries,
my lasting pain of grief and anguish
becomes an androgynous god.
I hear the voices in brain
I see the nebulous thoughts dancing
I touch the fallen tears
from faceless eyes.
All my thoughts are leading to void
coming from nowhere
going to nowhere,
I am water and I am sand!
Satish Verma, 26 may 2016
Suicides
In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.
The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds
everyday.
They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.
A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring?
The innocence, the guilt, the shame?
Clinging to bloody lumps of happiness
who is going to have a last laugh?
Time is breathing gloom,
body is attached to a pole.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2016
Of Gods And Virgins
Treading on burning cinders
it was a saga of fear versus unknown.
Stripped, before drooping eyes
scarred, armless, unflying.
Into the regeneration phase:
not a single word, single concern
of yourself, you walked to arrive
without adding a question.
There was a movement without ripples,
death of the black, mottled, many.
I, becoming transcendental scion
of whole, sincere entity.
Melting to start a romance
in the house of petals,
of fragrant pheromones
deluging the phoenix.
To want the crowd, select a colossus
cadaver spreading on mushrooms in field
erect a man in white bones, unrivalled
jealousy of virgins and gods.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2016
Shivering Doorway
Savage absence of you,
I miss your assaults
what was actual in you, I never knew.
Neither flesh, nor spirit
had helped me.
Somewhere there was a planet I missed.
Or a miracle?
Ending of means was the center of conflicts.
Time was running out.
Genetics tinkered
matrix unmoving,
what implants will be needed for dazzling the heavens?
The desert was crying.
Proud generation charred by transcripts
begins singing.
Falling leaves recollect the pain.
Possibility of pregnancy exiled,
the shivering doorway was closed.
Satish Verma, 22 may 2016
Adulterous
As innocent as buds of jasmine
twilight of a falling night
offsets the nakedness of a baby moon,
the subterfuge of a slant lie.
How crooked was the conviction?
Blessing was flawless. Only the sky
had an anguished exoneration
for a particular sin.
What was put out for a show
was hired.
He did not want to become a spot,
a speck, or an insect. The ending
of lonliness had a high price. Give
and take were insufficient. Only giving
was a gift. Duality of ugliness shined in the mirror.
In despair he picked up the replica
of a humanoid ancestor,
who was to become a model DNA
of a simian who was not capable
of becoming adulterous.
Satish Verma, 21 may 2016
Without A Title
Full moon was negating the intensity of night.
I wanted the sacred smell of dark heaven
which was dispensing the forgiveness.
Did not reach the dazzling height of a star;
even conflicts gave me immense metaphors.
Nemesis was measuring the hauled-up mistakes
For them I was tormented by unknown fears
and the ravings were useless.
Deliberately I cleaned my room twice
to welcome the instincts.
Even the particulars have become painful.
What do you think, can we follow the poem
without a title?
The neighbourhood cracks silently
I am not going to flaunt my lesions.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2016
Quivering Fetus
It was on. The heat!
When you could not tell the truth about yourself
something I would also not be able to tell it to myself.
How we were deceiving each other?
Why the death had come unannounced?
The mode of concrete reply was not grim.
Why did he go for an unscheduled rendezvous?
otters are going to be ostracized from water.
During eclipse sun entered the womb
spurting semen will make the earth wet.
One penetration, will it make a pregnancy?
Go for the wash, wipe the sin
from your face. Wheels of time will not stop.
My worries are freaking out.
I see a mob of stray dogs
pouncing on a lump of pink meat.
It was a quivering fetus!
Satish Verma, 19 may 2016
Repeating History
My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
Death had drawn a circle
my mode of survival depended on
the hopelessness of life
The ant-hills were growing!
The final assault will take place at night
at spiritual depths.
I will be seething with fake acoustics.
Kissing the blue lips of dawn
night bids adieu.
I will move quietly behind the corpse
A dark tribute to the mother of sorrow.
Flames on river, my body was burning
in blue waves
I was repeating history.
Satish Verma, 18 may 2016
Cracking Of Dawn
Death was the beginning. My emancipation.
Death of pre-memory thoughts. I am ready to
enter the sound, without a shadow.
The fire from orifice, clouds, tears and
cascading blossoms in a humming night. Love,
clap and dissolution. The construction of timeless
energy. Flight of future. Your resistence
melting like lips, going beyond the chasm.
A sculpted freedom for prophets. False disguises,
some body else’s identity. Eyes were cool but
tears controlled by remote pain. Mirrors
spooking. A knife knows its job. It is better
to slice the sky. Great thirst for hip
graffiti, tattoos and sketches. To be seen
and admired by dregs of social fabric.
The thought surges like the heaving
breast, hangs on the face.
Death was the cracking of dawn.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2016
God Was Bleeding
And now the pain wants me to speak,
the words, but I wanted to listen
like winds and keep back the thoughts.
I refused to move from the scene.
God was bleeding
and his dolls were strewn around
on marble floor
broken, dismembered.
No tree was safe now.
The sky had cracked,
off the light. I cannot reach.
The dark thing shoves in,
from a precipice, I am falling,
falling!
The pomegranate blossoms?
Where are they?
I am not afraid of a terrorist.
I fear more of the shape
of the humanoid eyes
they are red, very red!
Latest comments:
18 july 2025
Jaga
Stare zdejmujemy, nowych nie zamawiamy.
18 july 2025
Słońce czyni cuda w włoskami ;))
18 july 2025
Dziękuję :)
18 july 2025
Niejeden taki.
18 july 2025
Weronika
Barszczem.
17 july 2025
sam53
przychodzi codziennie... bez zaproszenia... pcha
16 july 2025
Właśnie na kręgosłup, to najpopularniejszy
16 july 2025
jeśli tylko
Może zależy pod schorzenia. Na kręgosłup
16 july 2025
między czwartą a piątą.. ;)
16 july 2025
To zależy od województwa. Wcześniej u nas,
16 july 2025
na przydział, bo bo wniosek o sanatorium złożony
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Belamonte/Senograsta
męskie są?
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wiesiek
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