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Satish Verma, 22 october 2013
SINGLE DESIGN
Bearded face still looks from
the severed head, in timeless gaze
after the spitting blast. A nimbus cloud
is lobbed on the tormentor to stop burning;
the silver urn contains the daisy sick
to wean away the enemy of tender shoots
of tall trees. Blue mercury is wildly oscillating
like boneless mast of sunken ship.
The avenger of younger cyclones, we lost
our grains in high noon on towring houses;
the rivers changing the course to submerge
the golden bells of masses and white flags
a new born is not lifted from the dust, a time
tries to become bodiless in a glassed dome
touchless, smell less, only skulled myself
in mutilating mud of black tapestry.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 october 2013
JUST CRIED
Do not want to foresee;
the unknown me. On the tip
of tongue a stunted silence with singularity
sits. Me and my lantern burn
in dark. Thumbs down: the compact
seeking in failed state alters the future generation.
A reverse pain flows out of sunken
eyes. The perpetrator of bloodbath
wants forgiveness from the toddlers.
This side of a shadow, on the other bank,
a rustic river throws up a stabbed body
of a sailor. Another prologue for the sinking ship.
The rats grumble, bite the dead child of
sunlight. The sky bares the candid toys
of velvety jinx, the robots taking over the throne.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 19 october 2013
CARBON CHOKING
Uninhibited violence. The disappearing
she-factor in stem cells at sunset point,
which could not collect the evidence.How
the tomb-sweeping stopped and
candles blown out? This time
the thorns were bleeding, flesh was again
gone out of sight, and the dark silence
ejected from teeth, was mugged by words. Your
kiss arrives in vain, the night was without
a moon. Asleep, a seed sprouts howling
at the crossroads ready to invite the bottom
of abyss at the child's rape. Come and
see the birthmark on forehead, the map
of his country reddening and oozing.
I am on the run now to graft the
skin on unhealing wounds, unanswerable.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 october 2013
SMELLS MURDER
a savage desire to severe off
one's neck, the song will get a name
in troubled mind,
to remove the stain on tongue of black spider,
you will think again to commit your sleep
for that beautiful death:
guess what happens when you come out of the body
like a blue beam and strike a black hole amidst
the shining legies, the lines on your hand
till a different merger when the listening
was unheard and the body does not talk,
wolves were coming; no one minds the bullets,
but sneaking in dark, like paroxysm of sunrealistic
chorus of mutiny or angles fallen from the sky
the acid was thrown on the face, of rosy lips
because they were finding new words.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 october 2013
INTROSPECTIVE
the pulsating ache of flogging
after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared
with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal
for the drooping roses under the black wings
of shame when in our translucency we were
generously distributing arms to legless boys
for transporting the name across the aisle of memories,
the history repeats again in agony
of centuries. The salt inside a name wakes up
a darkness hauled up from eyes of faithfulls
between the sentences and nude angels, a stroke
will empty the womb of earth;
i do not want to know, what will happen to shaking
robots of mercy-homes, drilling the holes in
walls of love? Will the rain come again of red
drizzle on the mountains, the drought had already sucked up
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 october 2013
WORDS
Was it sacrilege to reenter the bones of knuckles
thinking of your primrose, a backlash of twigs
in garden of homeless birds, a high-profile
sweep starting a mad rush of blue winds
in the confused landscape of life?
my hills are strewn with bones of eaten, half-cooked
lines of defence, the diplomacy not working to mimic
peace; dead words grip my truths; must you
kill the surgeon who has severed the wrist
of a thief.
I am falling unbidden on Pole Star, the terror
on the wings of flying swans, a child sits
on a chair with enormous head shaking involuntarily
and the cyclone breaking on the dumb noddings
of failing light.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 october 2013
FUTURE SIGNS
arriving to shun that wolf
on your blood's trail,
you comb through rubble,
tormented:
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glimpse of fear,
fixated at otherness of yellow sin,
threatened, panic white,
suicide note;
now you have come out from your tremors
stillborn, sine die
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with umbilical cord around your neck,
squeezing,
choking,
after shocks settling on interrogator:
I am running aground in deep waters
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and your body becomes a boat
of terror, disbelief, later a collaboration
with seeds and birds, this smelt side
of truths, I regret my art
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 october 2013
DESPAIRED
nothing is left to say,
the wandering cloud was bleeding
for white moon,
the elements, the purity, the ligaments
are fake, joints are festering
with fever on burntout resins;
the name floats in millions of veins,
tell me the fault line of tremors,
a mass burial was on way,
the surge of deadly intent
in this night of black spiders
in eternal pursuit of murder, unpalming
thousand hurts, poppies kissing the eyes
of ravaged shutters, locks broken
and ivory taken away
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 october 2013
DARK PRISON
unhinged i wake
tying ribbon around the tree
of amnesia, the butterfly startles,
despairs the blue of humility,
all i wanted was the silence
of ceremony to greet the prosperity
of death in valley of graves, the hungry
hyenas appreciating the art of killing
and the mourning fathers chasing the
shades of walking palms in rains
to remind the commitment of clocks
for stopping the fury of times: love,
let it go, it sucks the eyes, starting
convulsions, the moon hangs low to
feel the demon
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 11 october 2013
HAND GLOVES
today i am not one whole, placid;
blood streaked globe of full moon
was hovering over me all night
to freeze a ruined landscape, i was
not ready for the departure, untying
the knots of water, like the storm opening
the mouth of a hidden cave in a deep sea,
there was anything unsaid between us,
a new verb joining strange nouns, the lips
swimming in coral tears, amid the frail
words of assaults and wounds of fractured
signatures; in the end are left only the orbits
Satish Verma
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24 september 2025
smokjerzy
O, i teraz mamy pełen obraz - czas to piniondz,
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
strzał prosto w oko...
24 september 2025
najpierw się pocą, potem marzną...:))
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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,
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czasem najważniejsze to zasnąć, przespać
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to na portrecie jest potworne, uchwyciłaś istotę
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