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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 april 2012

MEMORY WALK

Wanted to visit old lanes
for a mocking bird.
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game.

Treachery flees from
the trees and settles
on the white wings of flying swans.

No logarithm will stop
to watch the invisible
numbers going for infinity.

Tomorrow I go back to my
school, to wear my fallen mask.
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 april 2012

PARTY

In search of peace
he burnt down his books,
living precariously,
as colors were shifting.

After the disengagement
there was anger and chaos.
In the swirl of mudslides
the mountains stood erect & high.

Caste, color and creed
on coffee table,
for a birthday party of democracy.
A drone fell on the crowd.

The maniac depression divides
the butterflies into pathless lies.
The grass was blue
and sky was red.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 april 2012

BLOOD FRUITS

Beyond the sex
he was sleepwalking in shame
hiding his faith ingloriously.

A poacher in harem
of politics, where you stack the hidden
virility for killing the money.

A single mate must die
making love on screen in the vicinity
of god’s house.

The monstrous lie will
press the knife to the lips
for shedding the blood of a monk in a brothel.

If we must forget
the accidental shot,
the spring will never come to olive grove.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 april 2012

UNATTENDED

Evening wore a floral dress.
Blue birds announced their departure
opening red wings.

You know them, buffs
of night who would not wait for the moon
to rise and I had nothing to hide.

These tragic toes
black with gangrene
still want to mount on red clovers.

That anatomy of desire
will dance with snakes. Who knows
the beautiful anxiety of lying on hawthorns?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 april 2012

Hiding

After plundering the moon,
the skins
have dug their heels in candles –

for a night vigil.
Why you want to know the hidden meaning
Of a benign meaningless.

The beginning and end
were most visible tragedies
of an endless affair with invisible enemy.

Unsaying was very sincere
to truth if words were not mutilated.
Pure murder of an illusion in whispering sands.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 april 2012

MOON’S SHADOW

The path was becoming pathless
after seeking the deluge.
Gunslingers were climbing on trees
to shoot the white doves.

There were ice needles in my eyes
to check the inheritance of height.
Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed.
You taste me like a lamb.

I am unfolding,
layer by layer;
year by year. From end to beginning.
The benign tumors are going to attack

my afterlife.Falling, falling
my bliss in midnight of words,
across the solace of killer gaze,
on a stretch of ancient footprints.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 april 2012

MOSAIC

Snippets of truth
come to you,
when you chase the anger and set yourself
on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy
rages after the defiance.

You are no longer bleeding gold.
A windowless home
for the defiled, waits for you
at the end of the road.
The democracy has drained out all the symbols.

Behind the grain now lies the eye;
behind the wood now fire rages.
A stretch of pair on ethnic hills.
Wings unfold,
but light goes out.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 april 2012

Spinning

Waiting for a prickly path
at crossroads,
where desolation sits in
between words and flesh.

Hanging shells on windows
where light immigrated
to prophecies of Buddha.The
violence will never end.

Can you find some space
between the bullets? Between
the contrasts lie the black
thoughts and sick arguments.

Through the comets who will shoot
bleeding flag?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 april 2012

Cocktail

Beings of erotica were
at the gates of heaven.
Shell-shocked, the city was becoming political
but people were absconding.

It was global warming
for obscenity. The remoteness
was collapsing and moons
had come in my arms.

Smoking the serrated leaves
and glandular hairs, hurling
yourself on the pathway to estasy
to forgive and to forget.

The blue mercury was
ascending. Anti-depressants were
not working. You don’t own the
phrases. Words were becoming surrogate

for thoughts. We embrace the fall.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 april 2012

BEAUTY OF PAIN

Behind your face
was cleaver
releasing past poem.

The sensual milk
flows from the palm
into your lake.

Grieving for
the torn wings of pink
light.

Cruising on thighs
with eyes closed
death utters a shriek.

The eternal flame
closes on pollen
to tell a lie.

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Other poems: Metaphysics Of Shrine, Too Prudent, Collective Loss, In Your Own Temple, I Don't Know, In My Painting, To End The Poem, Never Found You, Defaulter, Virginity, Freedom From Pain, Pure As Gold, You Were Not Like Me, This Violence, Don't Sell You Thoughts, Vision In Dark, We Were Too Proud, Into Depression, In Honeymoon, In Twilight, I Am Not Changing Myself, Washing Relics, Who Was Yogi?, Street Weighs Steps, A Living Death, Repeat History, Too Proud To Bend, Rereading History, Pain Of Pain, Thou Shall Not Cry, Deep Fears, In Coexistence, Understanding Me, O God, The Penultimate, In God's Shadow, January Cool, Sending My Hymns, Sending My Hymns, I Knelt In Flames, Hyperaesthesia, After Separations, Incomplete Thoughts, To Tell The Truth, Bizarre Phenomenon, Scoliosis, Noises Of Stampede, Laws Of Chemistry, Love To Violence, Prayer Starts, After The Body, Your Thoughts Live Around Me, My Blood, My Bones, Moon Slept In My Arms, In Cross-Hairs, Out Of Honey, Ocean Sinks, Looking At Past, Not Heart Broken, A Patriarch Maps, By Sparks Stay Young, Inheriting The Dust, Death In Peace, In Dragnet, My Craft Trembles, The Adored Angel, Untold Story, In Blue Darkness, Will You Know?, Inventory Of Pain, Till Every Song, Felling A Tree, Love And Revenge, Anchor Buried In Clouds, Walking In Twilight, Hope Dies Daily, Footprints On Sands, Amaryllis Blooms, Analysing Myself, Beauty Of Truth, Moonwhite Heart, It Was Not Your Refusal, Fire Game, Chained Love, Pink Bruises, Waning Moon, Waning Moon, Sea Will Drag Me, There Was Ample Pain, If You Are A Human Being, Equality, Sun Was Cooling, Bee-Stings, Lost In Thoughts, In Order Of Being, Smoking Guns, Come To Me As You Are?, Freak Happenings, Character, Dreamscapes, I Think, I Don't Exist, Reincarnation, My Gifts, Pure Like Flames, Unseeking, Reapers Are Here, God It Kills, Body Was Temple, Divine Losses, Winter Tales, Green And Red, No Preface, My Scars Were Red, Don't Grieve For Me, Pain Of Surrender, A Renaissance, Repeating Pain, Deep Inside, When Truth Was Exhumed, It Was My Pain, How Much Certain You Were?, In Cupped Lakes, Saviour Was Sad, Space Walk, Where Will You Go?, Dust Under Feet, Priest Writes On Wall, Deciphering, We Will Not Come Back, Over Your Dream, Watching A Miracle, No Complaints, Between Whips And Tether, Travesty Of Truth, The Saga Of Breakup, The Saga Of Breakup, Playing Chess, The Trial, Leaves Are Changing Colors, Broken Bridges, Misty Memories, In Temperature, O Trinity, Studying Life, Nonetheless, I Write With Red Ink, Everything Is Black, Tangerines Sing, Touching Everywhere, Taking Revenge,

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