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Satish Verma, 1 january 2014
HE WHO LEARNS MUST SUFFER
Strange thoughts give words
a pain. A mountain unfolds
a tunnel.He who carries a vase of ashes
must enter the gate to plot a path
for history.Ideas have turned into stones.
A violence erupts in long winter night.
Nobody understands the bird of time
who has lost the flight.
The bones learn the absence of house
in the forest of men. You realize the anointment
of unlearning. A gaudiest opulence
comes slowly in huts. The body becomes
blue in gentle fall of skimmed silence.
A prayer has a pernicious omen.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 december 2013
GENEROSITY
Velvet thorns
become signature
of my pain and joy.
Body paints the naked earth
blue. Eyes in hot desert
search red poles and blue moon.
Emotional strife:
dripping accidents with sum flowers,
extremely talkative.
Then the words litter
on white paper. Very sad,
you leave nothing between the waits.
Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods.
An owl on each branch
disregarding the stars.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 december 2013
SHAMEFUL
Like an alligator tending her eggs
on tongue, death moves the life
on strength of charisma, overreaches
for requiem and then distributes the raw
moments in subterfuge, we play the game
to cheat each other without shame.
A red carpet is laid on white floor
of the wax house, making gold from
sun rays. The moon bleeds internally.
The rivals come face to face walking
on the ashes of ancestors, ungrieving for the
loss of sperms. Fertility will come in petri dishes
without the name of father. I am here,
obody, ready to unanswer any question.
My stains are becoming darker every day.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 december 2013
TRADING DESIRES
Wrapped in explosives he was unready
for a bruise. A dive at a mound of torso
to unearth the archives of areolae.
Apnoea will come for arbitration
in clenched insinuation:
pull nipples to open the window of mind.
On the forehead a smear of vermilion
brings glare like a third eye.
Real fish in the green pond of envy.
Desiccation of spine excites the rhetoric
blurs the sea of swans. A lone tree
explodes into a spring, not just leaves of old flame.
Silver moon recognizes the battered hill.
A white wolf was cruising on the road
for appleblossoms.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 december 2013
DIARY
He went under pile of words
to tie the thread of understanding
but was stoned to death.
They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen
for future generations to study.
The point of departure had come.
Navel-gazing was the best pastime
for the commander whose sepoys
were fighting the battle for freedom.
I have to say something which I need not
say. The fight is gone from the bleeders.
World was moving towards the poles.
We should talk about looking, not only
owning up our blunders. The import of
saying No has been cooked under the small Yes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 december 2013
TWILIGHT
On periphery of gestures and casts
I speak for fading integrity while a fossil
of a scream was stolen from the womb
of language.
On becoming silent, an untitled truth
shakes sensibility. Small vignettes track
the battleships of calligraphy. The sermons
wage a war.
The saints praised the puffed up sheep,
suffered the asylum of Atlantic for astral
hopes to cross the folds of virginity. Splashed
motherhood refused the onslaught of tears.
You make inadequate love, exiled in
intimacy. Blood-drowned statements
will not make to the surface of time. Century
moves not for you, not for me, not for him.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 december 2013
NATIVE OF DEATH
He had started his own manhunt
for an autistic seal for a personal vision
in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain.
The silent screams against inhuman brutality
started coming from underground. A photo
montage was emerging on the walls. I
dip my fingers in blood to write my name.
Just the untitled truth will speak now.
New species of frogs are making headlines.
Men were becoming amphibians, sailing beyond
the shores of kisses to bite.
They were starving for the sun in caves,
to watch the murals for a resume of flames.
The snow was covering the peaks of shame.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 december 2013
SLEEPLESSNESS
Through the elements of fear in faith
you become vulnerable to conversing legends.
The reclining god was stolen from the temple
for a weeping skull.
Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky
for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes
in a terracotta urn were not involved
of a body disrobed. A prosaic
flight of birds was circling around a humpback
sleeping on a lone bench.There were no qualms
in valley of ebbing coat of arms.
You want to coax the nuts and screws
to shut the thousand windows.
A pinhole camera may not be able to capture the light.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 december 2013
Unbecoming
A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall of extremes
was overlapping the sunset of empire.
I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire
raging in petunias. The emotions are becoming
volatile after the rape of a child. Is there any
medicine for rape? Nowhere on earth, the violence
stops moving shirtless. The dead century hangs
from the eyelashes, traces the dried up tears.
Some people think, bricks are weightier than
truth. They burn the buses under a weeping
willow. A high caste god will not glaze beyond
the frozen lake of crutches. Belongings on a
striped road vanish in books. A hate gift
drops on tulips.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 december 2013
CHRONIC WAIT
When a full moon was taking a bath
by the serene lake, you moved about in
abandoned identity, your sides flaring up.
A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed
around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired
to prevent a stillbirth of a genre
in genocide of anonymous flora viberating
in cyberscape of ominus sentences. The
exhibitionist was taking over the podium. Petit mal
brings the heels down of worshippers anointing
a pair of sandals. Someone goes a non-linear
fashion, denies the holocaust and howling.
Hospice was needed for non-believers in any
case. A continuum of exurbs intercedes in the
slaughter of bovine names.
Satish Verma
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23 september 2025
Eva T.
Belamonte/Senograsta, serdecznie pozdrawiam :),
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akurat tutaj nie myslalam o winie, a dzisiaj
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alez oczywiscie :)
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no cos w tym sensie ;) Serdecznie pozdrawiam,
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Jaga
Czas jest bardzo kapryśny i wybiórczo traktuje.
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Droga donikąd.
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Czas jest protezą natychmiastową.
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staram się, żeby zawsze były w pobliżu (
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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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