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Satish Verma, 3 february 2012
HIGH MOON
Not the words, you were burning the papers sideways. It was a public domain someone was drowning a child in a milk pot. And the half-past moon, iodine level was rising in ocean. On the beach, the dancing sand throws up the dead horse after dysfunctionality. Pray for the bleeding sun, its golden mane has inspired the mimicry of a leaf. The grass hopper is going to find the secret of chlorophyll.Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 1 february 2012
SHIFTING FLOORS
A hand without fingers draws a self-portrait. Faceless, only eyes glaring like bucketfull of burning coals. Was it not enough to call ‘wolf’. The pain scorches the compound where the blood of innocent flowed because somebody was burning woods. The shifting continues in the ocean of grief, but the kelp remains there, connot be eased out. Even the violence makes the water blue. You were inhailing the white gowned death everyday. A moonlit landscape mourns for the living on earth.Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 january 2012
SOLIDARITY
Still talking to a ghost
in oblique manner
about sexuality.
A centuary plant has not
bloomed;
wants to die.
The loincloth covers
the ocean floor
where it shipwrecked.
A fake will do.
God was on dialysis.
Chemistry of kiss did not work.
Between bullets and bread
grievers will descend
for a lost saviour.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 january 2012
NOT FOR WAGES
A candid flint
stretches the sexlessness
of a family.
Let the rootless plants start
a ritual of reproduction.
A kiss of undergrass
takes you back home for a bloodless
dawn. Say something for those
who have not seen the moon.
No answers were available for green questions.
There was no naked mouth
to feed the darkness.The dew scorches
the flame.A cloud will lift
the night and scars will become opaque
in the forecast.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 january 2012
THIS SIDE OF GAME
The world has shrunk.
Have sex in half-black
bipartisan calculations.
Ripping apart,
no body was naked
inside the costume.
I was too wakeful
under the ventilator.
They were killing me methodically.
It was theatrical.
White gowns and blue gowns.
Only miracle was nude.
This was an endless pit.
Young boys had learned
to rape.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 january 2012
HEWN WORDS
A black hole detonates itself
to stigmatize the substance.
Now a silk road leads
to sight and touch.
A scarecrow starts screaming.
Sky was falling on fire. The space
becomes deviant. Chopped hands
were drawing the tattoos
of winged feet.
I return to the ashes to find
the stolen fame. Unstable angina.
The pain comes and goes. I am not
going to receive the avalanche
of burnt out thoughts.
Want to pretend my suicide
to meet the harbor waves.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 january 2012
Sitting On Stairs
Vision was searching an eye,
when you were pelting stones
on virgin roses.
It was a season of
undertaking fast on streets
to change the afternoon of people’s war.
This verdict had antique fangs
of cracked jaws. The sex seekers
were finding the pollen dust on thighs.
A hiss becomes a snake
on trembling lips, ready
to stun eyelashes, turning on a god.
Cow dung will clean the pollution
of faithful minds for graceful entry
into the charities of inferno.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 january 2012
Lame Duck
A lame duck re-emerges
from water of life,
after paying for night of clouds.
The sex determines
the economy of a nation and democracy
writes the future of a man.
Who was bankrupt
in poor country of rich people?
You were the boss of a pavement.
The helplessness of a poetic justice
was writ large on your face.
A dog was throwing the bone for the poor.
A fierce battle was raging
between the sun and the moon.
The stars have eloped with the winds.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 january 2012
Swan Song
The toppled gravestones,
I still count the heads.
I will go with your swan song,
the bond erupts.
You were always sitting under the
bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow.
The next door summer arrives;
Why did you say, it was biting cold?
The door shuts on the moon.
It was obviously very dark,
and I was searching the space
between ’yes’ and ‘no’.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 january 2012
Anchorite
Layer by layer, a pterygium
was removed to improve the vision.
Eyes did not blink.
The words did not come
on your tongue.
You learned to become a stranger.
A cemetery woke up tonight.
No body was going to put
to sleep in dark.
For peace you die,
living alone with death
in a desert of bullets.
Under the sun
you abandon food for the sake of red ants,
who were going to crawl on your body.
Satish Verma
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15 february 2026
Jaga
Świergot wiosny i kwitnie maj/ a ziemia pachnie
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Ułoży się.
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Niezbadane są odmęty nieboskłonu ;))
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Kiedy buchnie majem wiosna/ i upojna przy tym
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