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Satish Verma, 1 november 2013
ROCKS AND SKULLS
It was like spidural
dry crumbs of silence descending,
a still born sun popped out
through a raw hoematoma:
mountain was guilty of something,
it changed its mood and started
talking to clouds until the sky
turned crimson. The fountains had
a question for the bald owls, who under
the lidless eyes, always carried a massage
of colossal waste after the unholy
dinner. I know your glory was beckoning
to unflesh the bones in mass grave
of winged seeds who died in unsewn
pods of violence. I have still not come to
terms with the neck high milkless gaze.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 october 2013
VELVETY RETURN
Like a dung beetle you were guarding
the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away,
a grain of ache in my tooth.Why you had
to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust?
A stone in the heart, ice on the wings,
there will be a terrible crash today.
He died by his own hands, failing to reach
the ceiling of solid pain, trekking across
the memories in deep waters. The born depression
had the bride of moon without flesh, beyond the gaze.
A hand holds the sunlight reaching your eyes.
You may swim with fish in mid stream of death.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 october 2013
THE URBORN
Let it be, a dawn prayer,
dripping with fantasy
intercepting the strip-search of soul
tempting a mad psyche.
The sleeping volcano was going to celebrate,
put the sign on.
Perfectly shineless hands will raise
the banner to donate kidneys, eyes and heart
to the broken star, who on the name of book
was sending the empty cadaver on ivory car,
a saviour from carnage, to mimic
a divine touch.
Why are they playing with flames of summer?
Poor minutes were sinned, the centuries
will suffer now. On the green leaves
a nightingale lies bleeding!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 october 2013
TRINITY
Even the sleeping genes learn
from their crashes with needles in eyes.
A candid house chooses to fade
after thinning of a blessing.
Legacy of a heretic
lives, dragging down the cracked joints
of a frozen mirror. The wild lips kissing
a tiger on mouth in black night of dancing spirits.
The raging bull decides to goad a raped
girl on white daisies of abandoned bed. All
the dead hunters start cheating the bandages
of a wheelchair, the trembling asteroids
start dispersing in cryptic dark. The world
ends with a kill, mourners lay wreaths and hand
out the cyanide capsules for future onslaughts
on the waking eyes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 october 2013
FANGS
Crossing the hate walls,
turning up the severed moon in stunning
landscape, you scatter the rose petals on ice.
One day I will find your frozen footsteps
of self-denial.
Now he has made the lines of stem cells free
for nymphs. Double helix will make the new Barbie dolls.
The cruel thing builds the dredged gravel difficult
to swallow on a price. I don't have bricks to
make a house of love.
His picture now hangs in the street. The
white smile no longer sails to wrestle with sun.
Stark naked, my luck now grips the black rock
of golden sleep. I will come back with
new moonrise.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 october 2013
BRAIN-DEAD
reading more between the words, my fractured
dream, identified by its teeth, begins to bite
in pursuit of an unknown fear, the river
becoming red, a paranoid delirium
sets out a scream under the praised
beheading of a jolted lover in the name
of a betrayal, a son goes to court arrest
for mother, in earth hour of unseen grief,
voiceless, vendetta between the pacemakers
of sick hearts, the horrible incest, nicked
and kept in a glass jar to be witnessed by
waxed faces of dying men rinsing the
heart with blood of fallen heroes; the honeymoon
of unborn centuries waiting in vain
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 october 2013
MIRROR RAVAGED
I was deeply annoyed.
One by one they were falling,
walking in quagmire.
For duplicating rights?
Dead pelicans, pouch empty.
Somebody was picking ants from the air.
Give me some cold pack,
my head is throbbing hot,
I am burning.
Nine year old innocent
raped by a septuagenarian.
A twin pregnancy. I will go insane.
They were still talking about
the golden beach, and perfected will.
Too late to count the gods.
The pale body was untying the mask.
The suffering borrows from the death
and embryo becomes a temple.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 october 2013
WRINKLING
Give me not your style today:
the visceral truth, liberated
from painkillers.
Spying singles out the flesh
after the resentment of torture
to do more wrong;
going away in yesterday
puts the life in apocalyptic shade,
the orange condoles for dark
when I lie still on flames
of sandalwood, setting the sun
bleed in blue eyes
of lonely sea. I am again
sleepwalking on salt lake ready
to draw the boundary of reasons,
the second-hand stitch for the eternal wound.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 october 2013
THE SILENT COLOURS
A mad resurgence of fake locks
paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden
walls, where the roses squirm under
the false kisses of a red moon;
they came again to police the blinds.
The mother digs up the charred body of
her son without singing the praise of
drifting star, till the scars become green.
It was the name of ivory grief, you never
know, when the blue milk turns malignant.
A hairy loss of heritage from the golden
heights of slumber. My constant truth
weeps without shame. This landscape
does not belong to ashes of broken history
of man. The delirium of war on laments
has wiped away the holding lights on shores.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 october 2013
* VELVETY RETURN
Like a dung beetle you were guarding
the tunnel, I will not let the ball roll away,
a grain of ache in my tooth.Why you had
to go, on cathartic release of mutual trust?
A stone in the heart, ice on the wings,
there will be a terrible crash today.
He died by his own hands, failing to reach
the ceiling of solid pain, trekking across
the memories in deep waters. The born depression
had the bride of moon without flesh, beyond the gaze.
A hand holds the sunlight reaching your eyes.
You may swim with fish in mid stream of death.
* On the death of Nicholas Hughes, son of Sylvia Plath in Alaska on 16th March 09.
Satish Verma
Latest comments:
24 september 2025
Jaga
Marzenie ściętej zimy ;) O przymrozek coraz
24 september 2025
Wzajemnie, Evo :)
24 september 2025
Jakoś nie zmieściłam w tym kontekście ;))
24 september 2025
smokjerzy
strzał prosto w oko...
24 september 2025
najpierw się pocą, potem marzną...:))
24 september 2025
dopisuję do listy leków refundowanych, diagnoza
24 september 2025
czas to piniondz!...:))
24 september 2025
albo hydrą....
24 september 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
no tak, nie jestem sam, temat się powtarza,
24 september 2025
czasem najważniejsze to zasnąć, przespać
24 september 2025
to na portrecie jest potworne, uchwyciłaś istotę
24 september 2025
Dzięki, ja też pozdrawiam
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wiesiek
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