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Satish Verma, 18 february 2012

AGAINST THE TIMES

Lipped-wet,
Counterfeits.
Fakes neither audible
nor visible.

The moment dies
in our hands.
It was a non-
happening.

Silence booms
destroying the palace,
of dreams. I should have
become the scissors.

This poem is not charitable
gnawing at the underlip
of an orphaned
moon.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 18 february 2012

THE POISENED BLUE

When the bloodshed starts
at the doorstep of solemn silence,
give me a lone engagement with the invisible
to unchain the split heart.

I will take away the pain
from home and come back in failing
light when a star meets the star
and a moon meets the moon.

What was your core intention
to dismember me like a breadfruit
and cover it with a human skin
stapled to a dead soul?

You drink the ruins after a collective
failure.I am watching the sky
for nightingales.

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Satish Verma, 16 february 2012

WHEN WEAVING STOPPED

The grain of wood
was nuanced for naked aggression.
The groping could not find
the plasma.

Some non-believers were
deemed insane
by rust-tainted smiles
of shimmering stars.

Defiant was the crushed
grass after caressing
the moon in lonely
night.

The fine truth passed
through the comb falling on
salt. The sky will not
listen to the dust.

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Satish Verma, 16 february 2012

Virtuosity

The wind was talking
about the fever of thoughtless verdict
of a wrong moral
for a clean exit.

In these times of conflict
during green burial, you will not
start a dialogues for fear of
annoying the priest.

The sun was digging out the
cotyledons from the reactors,
the tainted water will take the revenge
on shocked sky.

A hole is dug in the heart
of scavengers. They will not
find the healthy food any more
in this shirtless crowd.

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Satish Verma, 14 february 2012

TRUE SPIN

While tracing a home by charcoal
on a white paper, I hear,
a word comes from the wolf.
A fat was being pumped
into the face of a tryant to inflate
him into a giant.

Butterflies were undulating with
excitement in an inchoate garden.
Fidelity was going down and graves
had no skeletons.

From the eyes of a lamb you pick
up a necklace to weave a snare trap.
Because I would not come back again.
You catch the dust in chimes.

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Satish Verma, 14 february 2012

BIRTH OF A POEM

In the sea of flesh:
pomegranates.
I will not say
what I mean.

In nameless pit
of hollow breast,
a parting kiss
of poetry.

I will count my steps
tonight.
walking on tectonic plates
before the quake hits.

It was the green blood
of craft.
A bloodless surgery
on heart.

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Satish Verma, 14 february 2012

ARRIVAL OF SHRIEKS

An image was talking to you
in your mind.
There were fudged voices
of foot soldiers of half-gods.

I was scared of synthetic leaves
and black stars.
It was a most explicit blood dance
baring-all, the hiss of cones.

You wanted to define yourself
by overexposing the bisexual
stain. Celibacy was
unleaping in shadow.

The blessings will not wait.
You stay in coma after the haemorrhage.
The bloodbath will find the answer
in fever of sheer size.

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Satish Verma, 7 february 2012

VIOLENT END

Crush of holy hands
on blue skin of a flame
was the wet revenge
of a withering rose.

That defiant streak bursts
with knowledge of a sin.
White and black,
this was me and my unwrapped flesh.

Dirty glory of a monologue
downs the shutters and takes a plunge
with a chute into the smoking
cauldron of a cult.

In the bed a grave was dug
deep to bury the ashen virtue
of a chopped-up moon,
who had a dream of nonviolence.

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Satish Verma, 6 february 2012

THE SULK

Lapis lazuli:
like a crazy theme of
hostile doctrine,
spawning a fierce battle
of bulge.

It was scary
like a scrawny lizard
climbing on the breasts.

The hoarse retreat of the arm,
when the lamb did not
squeal under the machete.

Poking in frozen mud,
to find the footprints of a mammoth,
when trees were bleeding.

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Satish Verma, 5 february 2012

YOURS ONLY

A city prepares to die.
What is the real time now
for blemishing the skin of a man?

In your violet eyes
I will find a moon
for an encounter.

An alien wall comes up
between us.We cannot shed
the veils of clouds.

I hate brother, hate the
ambassadors of death
in the voluptuousness of greed.

Remember,
O my shadow,
dying was a great art.

Satish Verma

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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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Poetry

AGAINST THE TIMES

THE POISENED BLUE

WHEN WEAVING STOPPED

Virtuosity

TRUE SPIN

BIRTH OF A POEM

ARRIVAL OF SHRIEKS

VIOLENT END

THE SULK

YOURS ONLY

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