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Satish Verma, 1 june 2014
KAVA KAVA
What that I am left with, impaled in jaws
of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the
otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between
my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls.
I gave you my voice, my roses. I am not afraid
of an impromptu death, but I was connected to
time-space of killing grounds of truth to save
the tears salt. I promised myself a zero gravity.
And you might take Kava kava to resolve
the conflict between round tables and square chairs.
I will go on starvation death in moon washed
landscape freezing my breath to release my soul.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 may 2014
SUICIDAL WISH
For my water god I entered the wetlands.
Fog was increasing and me becoming incoherent.
The swamp throws a high tide of rolling wave
I lift the burden of bones and take a plunge in darkness.
The holy moon gives the company in yellow mood
smelling of honey and rusted-red mulberries.
A maxim inside the solitude hurts the path
where I lost my innocence for a son.
A breeze, a cloud, a beautiful sky
I carry the dust of my home wherever I go.
The wreckage was intact, past was shining.
An octopus was sending the suckers for future.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 may 2014
EXPRESSIONLESS
A silent war with oneself
devouring all the cells,
the gory remains of words
and grainy kisses of tears.
A curved hook in the mouth
to start a prayer for the freedom
from whispers of brand and labels:
liberation from the weight of testaments.
Bruised glints from the flesh dripping,
wriggle on serene rocks of resolution,
before the sin was discovered. A poem
was awarded to me for excitement.
An eye and a mirror, a gulch and a stone.
The smiles are fatal, the blood is pure.
Hot sun bakes the sand, nudges the
skull and a pal of gloom settles for eternity.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 may 2014
FIGHTERS AT LARGE
A nebula rises unfazed after fission:
after a fractured debate, greed crouching on
the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers.
In remote history someone was burning itself out.
A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to
championship. Ankles swell up. Veins become
jelly. The thyme is absent. Stink bellows on
your faces. The green pond becomes red; tragedy of wounds.
Speaker in bloody silence quotes the black sun
out of despair. Everything was in disarray.
In mating of souls flesh flew in rage;
a pink river swamped the inmates of tomorrow.
Enough! Time marches on the dead leaves of sorrow.
My candle burns at both ends. Alien moons
keep a watch. Bloodlines are obliterating. We
seek the graves of unknown soldiers!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 may 2014
DRAMA
A fugitive chameleon sits on my window sill
daily, ceding the space horizon to thickness
of delusion; wants to decimate the infamous
rotting image of man, shining everyday in lush
damaging gossips. A perfect imperfection of treachery
to attack the hapless blade of grass who cannot
stand erect in a gale of glory of tall trees.
The star-glint overwhelms a prophet of dust.
A goddess enters the labyrinth of anthologies.
The smile that sets to sail a thousand slogans-
flies from infinity to the branches of flesh.
And the rivals collapse like dark alchemy
without qualms, naked and speechless.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 may 2014
THE SAME KIND
Pseudoscrubbing was going on
the scripted drama, words apart.
The tears were denied to him
and the moon slowly made peace on the white
marble of a cult,
and the river had scored a victory.
He was very upset by the absence of
truth. Stupid god did not stand in the
witness box to testify the morality of
man. Genes were deciding the number
of queens. People were still worshipping
a pair of black Najas.
Neanderthal skull marks a step in the
evolution of art. The jaw bone still juts out
to define a mafia don. The slit eyes make
a good pottery class. White poison settles
in the breasts. An ovarian carcinoma
now spreads in bones.
My toes are burning. Cannot walk straight
I am not here. I am not there. I am not anywhere.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 may 2014
THE OTHER SMILE
Death will not measure
the height,
from which we fall.
Not being,
the psyche of primeval fear
finds its conscience –
subverts the softness
of moon-eyed life
with wealth of green blood
in brown bread.
And the white candle
burns at night
to send aurora borealis
in blue irises.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 may 2014
SHIFTING PAIN
A silent wrath sits in a pool
of blood, will start a battle
over the footprints of sponges
who soaked the history.
The flow of endurance, lava on
the tongue triggers discontent
for a riot of spawned hunger.
One transparent self under the rocks
moans, falls to explosion, sways in
dim smoke. For the authenticity of future
we are killing the serpent
who drinks milk
from your hands
and protects your treasure.
The tranquility is little bloated
like grape seed extract.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 may 2014
AFTER SERIAL BLASTS TO MAKE A POINT
After seeding the clouds
they were going to buy wet lips.
Seven minutes to make a bomb:
a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit,
one headless body squirts a long jet of blood.
Run, run for the cover, with nuggets of
wailing times. Black walls intercept the flames.
A nimbus suspends the door.
Cryptic commands fail. A body sprawls
on payment for wheels to move. You
hand me a child to find his bilolgical mother.
A long manifesto makes the cadaver shrink.
Clocks spin in frenzy. Mirrored people
look like ghosts. A city burns.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 may 2014
NEW KINGS
And there was history
to map the terror. A neoplasm
was arising suddenly in the aching skull.
Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go.
Clouds of dense smoke were mindless.
All the centuries were smouldering
in the hearts of waiting children
while the bombs were swaying from the tree tops.
The fat men and women were melting down
to define the master and slave in the
dark chambers of commerce. The ravaged
body of truth anoints itself with blood.
Satish Verma
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22 september 2025
sam53
wspomnienia w przytuleniu pod ciepłym kocem
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herbatka z prądem ogrzeje... :)
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ani trzecia ani czwarta...:)
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Niezmiennym i gorącym uczuciem:) wzajemnością:)
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Ciepła, radosna jesień malowana uczuciem :)
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Pięknie powiedziane :)))
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Najlepiej kupować przez apki od rolników :)
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jeśli tylko
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