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Satish Verma, 31 stycznia 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, 1 lutego 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, 5 lutego 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
Satish Verma, 7 lutego 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 lutego 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 lutego 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 lutego 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 lutego 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 lutego 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
Satish Verma, 29 lutego 2012
SERIAL DEPLETION
Effectively in givenness;
stranger in one’s own house
you search the detritus for a lost face.
Stay closer to me, O walls
I am catching fire. Draw the blood from
my veins and taste me.
The otherworldly glow
of the compound was a testimony:
you cannot buy democracy.
What would you do
with the waste of technology
standing on a heap of shoes?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 lutego 2012
Radicalism
The coming of a that
to dismantle the comb,
unstilling trees under tracer bullets
swaying in embrace
for moonmilk.
The unzipped planktons in sea
open their mouth to supermoon for a night dive
in a green passion. Does it
need a scrutiny? Why a love song
has tarnished the icy mounds?
The venom
of hissing light on a sleeping bay
has erased the aging lines of art
and face was becoming a terror.
There will be no mercy now
for survivors.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 marca 2012
STOKING
Just a sip on verge,
man was eating a mountain,
forgetting carnations.
A peacock sits on the belly
of a torchbearer
for a credible crime.
One Buddha fails today.
Turns around
and goes back to his princess.
Give me blood money
to kill myself
for sitting under a bo tree.
I do not seek any bliss, do not need any home.
The stoker will not stop hurling the insults.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 marca 2012
Cannot Say
On a hollow path
you had failed
carrying the loaves of bread
in biting cold of politics
scaring the lips.
I was standing near
the dawn in praise of dark.
The sharks were coming.
Here goes the marble floor
for drowning in black blood.
The fire between the palaces
was eating the golden thighs.
I think flowers have gone
to drink from the little ponds
near the escaped souls
of scribes and guns.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 marca 2012
SUCKING BLATANTLY
This was the pain through the window
in humility.
Cannot catch a break in rambling
rose,
arrying the dead crown of
a tryant.
The blindness makes
a presence.
People are bidding farewell
to the bloody son.
I want to come in death
now, after thousand years,
living in violence
of man.
The untouchable moon
was laughing.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 8 marca 2012
NEED NOT SUFFER
The tears were walking along with
laughter. My face was roasted.
The fish-men were moving
the political wheels.
As the chaos was widening,
the humming birds started to depart.
And the seeds were catching fire
from anonymous snipers.
The candle march at night
gleamed the question marks.
The dirt, the smudges, the motifs
and viscera, all were becoming one.
And the grass stinks with the
fallen monarchy, after dismantling
the author of funerals. Give me
a final kiss of death for baring life.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 8 marca 2012
REVISING
The fleshless hands
lift the obscene violence of man
for life after.
The vacant eyes
will search for the keys
to open the sea
of blood,
faltering on umbrella of
imitation rain of democracy.
Age reaches the wolf’s den
I am sitting under the clouds.
Bullets are pouring.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 9 marca 2012
Leviathans
You had dug in deep
to undo the garden.
Civil war started
between the yawning wounds.
Whose side was time:
in burning well of oil?
The autocracy will bleed
the earth till death.
An island in the canal
holds the ship of man.
For whom flows the river
in smouldering woods of hate?
Each matter, antimatter,
circles around the world,
trembles under the eyelids
and asks for a name.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 11 marca 2012
Serial Blasts
Crushing the tangerines,
escalating the dissent
of lean eyes
for a slaughter in the trench.
Unadorned, the little soft
hole, I watch
display of hair,
teeth and shoes.
Who had conceived
the invasion?
Time clock, you need
a prosthesis to move.
Dehumanize the littered
street. This has become the empire
of death. No crying would
be allowed under the feet.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 marca 2012
THE SIEGE
Dual fall of the brass.
From the bine,
from the bliss of flower strength.
An apparition
of infiniteness of agony.
Becoming one with failures.
It tends to stay
and enters the forbidden city
of endless gods.Me beseeching, imploring
to remain poor of any treasure.
The mysterious pain
a trap cannot catch.
Oh, pass on a cloud
my eyes want to rain.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 marca 2012
Making History
Pull out the pellets
from my chest, I had fallen
in a brutal crackdown.
A black moon was taking revenge.
You were staring
straight in the eyes of death.
The biker,
has lost the charisma.
The apples
were never so sweet.
Bursting out of the battle lines
ready to shoot.
A black hole
was calling. To take
a final jump of art
into believing?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 marca 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, 17 marca 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, 19 marca 2012
RECAPITULATION
Let us talk today
of crazed times,
so that the trade of
ethical falls runs.
When dawn breaks
on the stunned silence
of moon, I start unfolding
the black sun.
Ah, a poetry wound
aches my world, knee deep
in blue veins, to find
the lost river of tears.
Give me a song, a word
a phrase, to grow old.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 marca 2012
Choking
Like a quivering leaf climbing
unreachable thighs of a cloud
in naked shelter of sun.
I lament the fall
of a colossus
who would not live in a glass house.
Ash smeared on face
a name walks on the book
of barefoot poems.
Today I am going to morph
into a death sentence
for an uncommitted crime.
Who had lost himself
in unslept awakening
of a disaster?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 marca 2012
Wearing Away
I have again become empty
by undoing
a disturbing thought.
Unsexing
the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.
Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.
Little tears
come down from the swollen
river in spate.
Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 marca 2012
Committed
A flash point in ocean
becomes omnivorous
eating the boats.
The sharks unstick and
sleep on waves
for another abeyance.
Sitting on the wheels
of a tank,
men waited for the revolution to scoop
a scorched motherhood
where the children
were becoming missiles.
The light moves in circle
to find the mirrors
on a blue horse.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 marca 2012
Waking
To moon
giving a parting kiss of
sinless shame
I nudged him from the tree.
The night had been a terror.
I was facing myself
in unrelationship of a prayer
not to weep for my muse,
crushing a poppy on my
chest to get the imprint of your
face, like the furrowed flame
leaping from a deep hurt.
Cannot play a game of mockery
deciphering the complete
truth of a veil
for a painless stain.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 marca 2012
Climbing
Before sinking to knees.
I will talk to flowers.
Day of arrival has come.
In death, wisdom of trees
will eject the seeds
of fire on hip-locked roots.
A miracle will raise the bones
from the rage of crowd.
The king has agreed to depart.
Darkness sings in the
valley of sun.
Tongues are free to weave the moon.
Till the words are ready
to walk on street of sorrow
to remove the blood soaked prints.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 marca 2012
REVOLUTION
Riveted:
the ducks went into a howl.
A shirtless moon was walking
on the lake.
Darts had started moving
towards blue lips.
Gale was not able to speak.
Unthinkable:
sky will explode now, in stars.
Gambling with water, cheating
the fireflies
in dark bush.
Who was illegitimate on
the blanket?
The child was crying for the
lost coin.
King wanted the sun to hide behind the monolith;
his statue was being pulled down.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 marca 2012
Choking
Like a quivering leaf climbing
unreachable thighs of a cloud
in naked shelter of sun.
I lament the fall
of a colossus
who would not live in a glass house.
Ash smeared on face
a name walks on the book
of barefoot poems.
Today I am going to morph
into a death sentence
for an uncommitted crime.
Who had lost himself
in unslept awakening
of a disaster?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 marca 2012
Committed
A flash point in ocean
becomes omnivorous
eating the boats.
The sharks unstick and
sleep on waves
for another abeyance.
Sitting on the wheels
of a tank,
men waited for the revolution to scoop
a scorched motherhood
where the children
were becoming missiles.
The light moves in circle
to find the mirrors
on a blue horse.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 1 kwietnia 2012
Waking
To moon
giving a parting kiss of
sinless shame
I nudged him from the tree.
The night had been a terror.
I was facing myself
in unrelationship of a prayer
not to weep for my muse,
crushing a poppy on my
chest to get the imprint of your
face, like the furrowed flame
leaping from a deep hurt.
Cannot play a game of mockery
deciphering the complete
truth of a veil
for a painless stain.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 kwietnia 2012
Confrontation
It erupts and then sublimates
in thirst of response
from the faraway wholeness of truth.
Will not be the same
again this life in motion
of reverse malignity.
Lifting the passage from
script to justify the
suicidal chair of kingdom.
Every morning I wake, the
town weeps for the dead,
killed by street.
The grieving mother tolls
the bell, for each fallen horse.
Earth, receive your sons in shame.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 5 kwietnia 2012
Naming
Unfolding the lust, do not ask
for the olden love. The crowd
has hijacked the halo of spotted survivor.
A fish swims in your eyes.
Trembling like a love song,
while pulling the bucket out of
a well of tears, why did not
you stay beside me?
Life has left me on the cliff.
Burn, burn my love,
for the sake of the sea, for the
bloody rocks who would not hold the hurricane.
A pain of you hangs
on my door. My limbs are dying.
Cannot move the stars,
cannot climb the black moon.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 kwietnia 2012
Disbelievingly
Fraternising
the needles
on abbreviated lips.
Handful of sand
hauling uphill.
Code of particles
feels the entire lie.
You wear mauve
when I cry.
Like diatoms
in eyes.
Erase the sun
from my hairs.
I am turning black.
The brine
had encroached all around.
The brown grass, the soaked laughter,
but I will come again in disbelief.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 9 kwietnia 2012
Silent Prayers
The hand comes out of the
rubble to throw
the musky odor
of a cross-legged
monk
under the ginkgo tree.
An apparition comes
outside the body of a fan-shaped snake;
ignites the wolf.
We were hungry, we were thirsty.
Untwining we went into the cave
for a snowgod.
Tossing the coins
in the water tank;
tying the thread onto a
ficus tree,
the weeping shepherd said-
I want nothing.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 10 kwietnia 2012
Issueless
It was for a bridge:
water issue,
without a river.
We were fighting
for the tongues
on a wordless journey.
The unlucky sex
was on fire
after the explosion.
Hands off the
mouth. Life was
eating death.
The bells will
not ring today.
God was dead.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 13 kwietnia 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 kwietnia 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?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 kwietnia 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 kwietnia 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 19 kwietnia 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 kwietnia 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?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 kwietnia 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.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 kwietnia 2012
INTERRUPTED
Like a pause in pain
I ring the bell
of homecoming. I was ready
to meet the hurricane.
The alien neighbor of white fires.
After the rains
the slush will overwhelm the abducted
silence.
The celestial peace will
be shattered. Something will remain
unexplained, between the kisses of doors.
Go soflty into the dark
I know myself.
From your eyes the stained thoughts
will read the winter of leaves laden
with crisp snowflakes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 kwietnia 2012
CLEANSING
It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection;
the moon had left
the grey anatomy of earth.
Crazy,
yes the system shows
sheer lunacy. The prudence
was chasing a smoke.
A long winged golden eagle
soars high for a prey of short limbs.
The opaque ankles
will not take the victim very far.
A cut-glass vase will have
an unrelenting rose, who was not
responsible for crucification,
like hawthorns.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 kwietnia 2012
No Rescue
Civil war:
Again you are visiting
the childhood.A green pond.
Smoke filled eyes ask, what
was a home?
A black city of white hills.
You were climbing on dreams
to reach a baby moon.
And the night
was very long, like a bad name
you cannot spell.
The anthills, fireflies and
snakes. You are still lost
in cobwebbed age.
Pawned:
After books there were no other
tales.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 kwietnia 2012
TRAILBLAZER
Prepare the bed
of the liquid art,
where the ice will kiss the fire.
Can you climb on the flames
to know the truth
of a molten lava?
Who killed the desire
to enter the frozen god
of revenge?
Alas, I will go back
to the wounded pride.
I will not sell my home of curse.
The innocent breast
of the moon,
has kindled the blaze again.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 1 maja 2012
STONE CATCHERS
The vertical thought had
jumped on the moon
without any qualms.
Do you think, the dreams
will sell to man
these butterflies.
The ants were waiting
for the death of the lamb
wandering in the neighbour’s field.
O God, how long we will
drink this potion
of the stone catchers?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 2 maja 2012
PINK REMINDER
It slithers, the tongue
trying to find
the rage on cold words.
A window
shuts on fire for a deliberate
withdrawl from conflicts.
The virgin iron
becomes a corpse
under the golden
amnesia of hot greens.
The colors are changing
on face
and the silky grass of paradise.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 3 maja 2012
Identically
The town was
fissured.
It does not listen to me
that moribund heart, now.
The biome was ready
to set on fire all the smiles.
No person of god
will lead the prayers to grave.
Let the dust meet the dust
stealthly and
you win the script surreptitiously.
Beautifully done, the obscene death.
A bruise spreads
shattering the mirrors of perfect accident.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 maja 2012
CURBING
It was a lingering goodbye
for anchor moon
after a religious embrace.
I bid farewell
in the chilling night
for a song of separation.
Where the beginning ends
into a house of distillation.
Blasphemy, where did you find
the anatomy of truth? Mortality
demands a long
journey of tender age in prayers of sprouts.
The eloquence of dictionary
expects the price of hoofs
to stay with otherness.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 5 maja 2012
LANDSCAPING
Not contentious
I will put you in moon
for another rain.
The invisible sex
ticks the gravity of mouth
that eats the murder.
My body becomes an emperor
even for the dust.
Not the naked cloud.
Blood colors the name
of a sad priest.
Who defied a smelling god.
A pig burrows in snow
to unwrap a gift.
It was a strip tease.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 maja 2012
GIFTED DEATH
Sometimes
you want to shut the book
and bring out the darkness from bleached words
of a lonely march of the tree.
How to think or not to think
drinking the wine of pain?
Baby, do not go into the river.
The alligators will celebrate your birthday
by climbing on you for a purple bath.
Today the sun will not rise from Styx.
An anonymous author will steal a gun
and make a hole in head.
A black tulip in snow bleeds red
for a fallen sky and dies to ask some
uncomfortable questions.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 maja 2012
New Year's Mirror
In the empty house
of snow,
though, interred a blade of grass
when I was searching one
midnight flame
in frozen night, on
parting lips of darkness.
The art of delusion
churns the sea for an untitled
arsenic, of a blue throat.
I am dynasty and I am
the king of million whites.
Fatherless sins
in rusted boots
were having a last laugh.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 8 maja 2012
CLAMPDOWN
It was a dirty war
of moat
flaying the legs in emotional outburst.
No stings.
Only mandibles will do the job of chewing
on your dark fingers.
Flat, the taste of milk:
a synthetic formula to eat your entrails.
The plastic nose will smell the rose.
Unbuttoned,
message will bring the fishplates
and birthmark of violence.
Death has a cult of contusions.
You bleed to bones
for illuminating the street.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 9 maja 2012
SNOWLINE
A blank paper invites
for rape.
Snow sinks for a prelude.
The black swan flies away
for the quiet hills,
when sun was drawing out the blood.
Alone I will write a poem
beneath the tear soaked eyes
and then moon fell.
As in the valley
of million tulips
I will make a dream kill.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 11 maja 2012
Collected Thoughts
Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning
the quartz, O December.
Time to hang my boots
and listen the call to quarters.
Windows would kill me.
I had my horrors
I had my wine.
The moon was still calling.
My thumb bleeds
for white skin of sun.
Who was depressed in night?
The collateral damage
is bound to happen; if drones
don’t listen to me.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 maja 2012
SEEKING
The falling poem was
in bruising gamble of winter
of troubled life,
bound to a staircase:
up and down
up and down,
on the rosette of grieving thighs.
From sunset to sunset
a moon rises in all its glory
as the night flows in crevices of thoughts.
Will you lift the veil from the golden face
and sacrifice the lamb?
The infinite was waiting to come out of crotch.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 maja 2012
BLACKWATER
A self-protecting game was going on.
After the paternity test
there was slow burning
inside the moon.
Earth heaved a big sigh.
Blackwater was making a muddy sound.
Embroidery was fading
aftermoon.
I open the window to uncover
the chill. A young lass has jumped over
from a flyover to meet a concrete end.
The liberated soul of nation
indulges in cocktails of free erotica.
In beginning there was a sacred river;
now in bed, dry bones
were found soaked in release.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 maja 2012
DUALITY
Have you tasted the silk
in the pit of snakes?
Exit was not in my fate.
Winter was kissing my toes
and spring was blooming down
in my estranged poems.
You don’t feel like to wake up
for ingrained disbelief.
The fangs were not ready to strike.
There was diginity in death
of magnolia. Snow had failed to
appear at night.
In the aftermath of the rains,
the moon climbed up the hill
to bid farewell to virgins.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 maja 2012
A Wall Painting
Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen
like the marrow, in the limbs of life,
producing blood cells
when sun rises.
Knocking again
at a rapist door
to leak the secrets of a hidden bed
of polity.
Contours of a dimmed
tunnel.
The times; Oh, the tongues
were tasting the peels of aorta.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 maja 2012
A Wall Painting
Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen
like the marrow, in the limbs of life,
producing blood cells
when sun rises.
Knocking again
at a rapist door
to leak the secrets of a hidden bed
of polity.
Contours of a dimmed
tunnel.
The times; Oh, the tongues
were tasting the peels of aorta.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 maja 2012
Criminality
Code of the veil was
darkening. You were searching for an
unwritten message in bandanna.
Rot was setting in flesh.
Sludge was becoming a stone
for an unmoving stream.
The talks had failed.
Hand-grenades will explode in shouts
later on, to resume the protocol of death.
Where we are going in evening
of woods? To go searching for the sapient
ancestors, in city of fingers?
Years were rolling by in fog.
The arguments were climbing on the
black hills to meet a drunk god.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 maja 2012
POURING
Urn was carring the snow
unmelted
like the soul of night.
It was a very strange winter
like araucaria puzzle.
Who was dragging the evergreens
over the chaste cliff?
All the incogerent roots have broken
the placenta for new gods.
Millionaires?
The marriage of basil at dusk
with a paperweight, unleaving the road.
I was hearing the footsteps of dawn,
though sky was not listening to knocks.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 maja 2012
EXCHANGE
This road will not take you to a theme.
In wind,
a pebble was making different strokes.
Hanging stones were hiding
the music of poppies.
To fill in my glass of silver
I place the stitches in images
of naked wounds, slapping the
pink roses on lips, the shadow
of terrible interior crawling out in tears.
The incredible space between hollyhocks
bends down to pick up dead silk
of fallen monarches. The colors will
find the other side of moon
in dark, except infinity.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 maja 2012
FOURSOME
A complex ego:
lips on a flame
like Kama Sutra.
Starless night
to probe a moon
going downhill.
A needle in hay
protects the wound
of a kiss.
Portrait was incomplete
without pilot
to fly a plane:
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 maja 2012
Rendezvous
Wanting more of you
in the bed of moon,
where present and past
were disrobing.
The bee stings, O my god,
arrange the pure darkness
of milk,
hanging on persona of future.
The yielding was painful,
its blankness. You were
collecting the hooks. I was letting
free the fish.
Green was my perch
on the white paper,
rewriting your name without ink
for the sake of hunting the lamp.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 maja 2012
COLLATERAL
When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct
inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered
moon goes into a rage. Hungry vultures start
a wait for the fall of a titan, stimulating the sun
to exhibit the trove of the golden rings. Go
blackberries, with bloody roses into the dawn.
Whole night our bones had gone crazy. Flickering
like stars on the lake of speechless body.
All his life he was searching for the windows
to let in the fire for burning up the boots.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 2 czerwca 2012
Molten Grief
Give me back,
me back, my affections.
I had planted the kisses on
melting lamps.
The dark tunnel goes
to a lake for a rendezvous
with pink death on white lips
of cinders.
Such agony of wintering tree.
Not a single bird
on the branches to pump the green
blood for the wheels of time.
The speeding moon was in hurry,
to question the oppressed night.
Why the days were becoming
shorter and shorter?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 3 czerwca 2012
Obsessıon
Would not place any price-tag
on me. Like a mannequin dug out from a pit
goes for sale.
Abhor the duplicity.
Want to walk straight –
without the golden thong.
The city goes in flames
in a circle.
A new fountain was singing.
They were landing in flocks.
The old birds of same plumage
coming to collect the due of old virgins.
There was no message.
Letterbox was empty.
I will not wait for snowfall in the Antarcita.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 czerwca 2012
MONILIA
Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom
was seeping in me
I was riding on waves, moon-stuck.
The nude shot
of anemone, blindfolded
after the criminal assault.
Why they were throwing the lewed comments?
A raw cave
of white pain, drags the deity out
and dances on hawthorns.
The butchers become sick,
sick to the bones.
O democracy, king was not wise,
wise was not king.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 8 czerwca 2012
CROSSING NAMES
Unrepenting you start
from a sore point
to ask an explanation
from an eclipse of the sun.
unreviving,
a corpse, the moon carries the burden
of light, on its bloodied shoulder
for burial in dew.
Half the century we were
reciting the prayers to open
a blocked artery of a dying god
who would not share our bandages.
The bride steps out
from dark,
unveiled, and undoes the hairs.
There was fire in her eyes
and ice on her lips.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 10 czerwca 2012
DUMBFOUNDED
A blacksmith exploded a missile
at point-blank
to lower the animal
in a candid manner.
So close that truth went brute.
Nativity of a patriarch
was challenged.
The birds had migrated a long distance
to find the water.
The doors remained unlocked.
An apology for the flesh. Bones
had exited long back. Sermon
was writ large on the face of moon.
Night was very black.
Aphonia was the word.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 11 czerwca 2012
LEARNING
Can you freeze the years?
Untrammeled mind?
Why lost in consoles, for
hurting odyssey?
Why we did not meet
in unhearing range?
Like the grassy lips
of silken stings?
A moon?
behind us the war machine
was walking.
Sunflowers had gone in a
beauty contest.
Tree lighting had begun.
Who was the night-sentry?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 czerwca 2012
ABSINTHE
I was a non-believer in exodus
of nothingness.
Here you are,
I am.
In crimson sky
talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon.
Fill up my glass
with tears of joy.
And sleep I must
in the arms of sorrow.
There was a shipwreck in absence
while chasing the eyes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 13 czerwca 2012
HAD BEEN
The most wanted moon
was writhing
in black sky, after a star
fell for a pebble.
The nymph had become
a golden nugget in east.
Sun was rising.
Guilt of burning the sea
was writ large on the face
of purple clouds.
I am collecting the garments of dew.
Sitting in a night
of waves, watching the theater
going in flames.That day
a cuckoo did not sing.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 czerwca 2012
NOTES
The absent moon
in a tea cup
without milk.
Lips reaching moon
like a reprimand.
A spider’s kiss.
Unmothered story,
contempt untitled:
Surface-tension.
The speed of
space in motion
like winter smoke.
The sun
buried the snow
in your eyes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 czerwca 2012
UNTIL PAIN
Like a snowfox
it stampedes.
A mass panic of legs
after the flame festival.
Language moves like a landslide,
without vocabulary.
A love sperm will not go
into the test tube.
Baby was waiting, looking for
mother. The wetland was boiling.
The pain was worthy of the lamb
sacrificed.
Like a lantern, herpes zoster, burns.
The ganglia in memory of sick embrace.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 czerwca 2012
FRIVOLOUS
Motionless within the ambit
of moon,
the rain squirms and flickers
under the street light
in the vacuous silence
of a monolith.
A cricket walks on a cloud
and starts the lightning.
The urn was blind, fills up with grief.
The goddess climbs out of rainbow
and accepts the message
of fireworks.
After the pain, there was
frigidity. The lips will not move under
the mortgage of unvenerable words.
An innocent deal was brokered
with stings about the truth
of the wasp.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 czerwca 2012
SLICES
Unimpeachable,
the shrine wants to move on
with snippets of pain.
Man has failed the god.
Teats were becoming omnivorous
devouring the faces, ears and eyes.
What would you like to eat
stings or thorns?
The curt bruises. Are you ready
for the horses? The journey is long
and tough to reach the citadel of truth.
My hands are already bleeding.
The betrayals. The foxes. The hyenas, but
one love tigers. The majesty of kill.
Why you are hiding the pen?
Moon is riding on the church.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 czerwca 2012
BAILOUT
Moon stepped gingerly on clouds.
Apples were painless.
Yes, centrifugal goes the truth
on a ploy, unveiling the sky.
Pain of the dreaded times,
was visible through the invisible.
Tremors in the mountain range were
palpable passing through the spine of faithful.
I am not. But I am non-beliver
in me. A real transcript of a restless
syndrome. The oranges fly in all directions
to gallows for humor.
A false poem. Sexless. The uranium was
getting rich. Bang, the hypocrisy again
rules amdist the shaved heads. Exactly
the truth lives far away.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 czerwca 2012
HOMONYM
Don’t you agree with my ability
to loosen up on our times in no night?
A river thing was flowing
through foliaged silence.
In deranged hour of the
neck tie, you throw up obscenity
on road. What? Chicken hearted?
Sickle cell anemia?
Goat rioting before sacrifice: -
the tiny feet will dropp from heaven
to walk in blood and bless you
for dispatching the head of unlove.
The night hawk butchers the hope,
if the baby owl cries again. Afraid,
I am going to take a flight
to yellowing moon.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 czerwca 2012
SUNFLOWERS
A preacher was shedding
dirty tears
for burning hills.
Pinned up on tongue
was a slogan.
Death for all sunflowers.
Draped in blood
who was trespassing
the sickle moon?
I cannot raise the mist
where you stand naked
in sunlight.
Somebody has killed
the pathological god.
I am starting a new kitchen.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 czerwca 2012
BEWILDERING
The restless legs take you,
weightless, to marshes
to find the stilts.
The sea was rising.
What was inside our tongues;
such unclosing stink,
we were afraid to spit it out?
The wronged angels were waiting.
A topless soul wanders in the
rainforest.Amazing, the tigers were
dead without wounds.You sit on
the window for marrying a moon.
The quick grafting of the roses was
useless.All night it had rained. The hail-
tones were as big as skulls. Eyes were
gouged out and time was blind.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 czerwca 2012
UMBRELLA
Like a brazen
dancer of night.
A phantom?
With heart on chest;
floating in air,
like a death-scarf.
You have donated
the body for an angel-
petrifying the moon.
The hairy saint
was unquiet,
in a glass house.
Who had delivered
the letter to god?
I pledge to stay alive.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 czerwca 2012
GIFTING
O viola,
go over the grapes
and find an ageless green.
It is difficult
to be born
again, undoing death.
You swoon
at the continuity
of crossroads –
with blue flags
in your bowl.
A rosette,
without a winner.
A birthday gift
for all the failures.
At seventy five
you walk over a prairie
to find a shade.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 czerwca 2012
INFINITY
Drowning in my blood
the vampire had
the lapse of consciousness.
I embraced the night
without moon.
Why does it happen
day in and day out?
You allowed the blood sucking
which was the choice for unanswering
of unpleasent questions.
I survive in death
staining the shirt,
keeping the footsteps waiting.
I had kissed a light
falling on the squirming dark.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 1 lipca 2012
I KNOW ME
It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia.
You place a window
on to a hollow brain.
The money makes the monkey out of you.
A green light
blocks the fish, your memory,
to swim in black thoughts.
The yellow rose burns
in your hand. It was beginning of
a domestic race. The nightmares will
take care of the sleep.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 2 lipca 2012
VANITIES
Was that a robot
claiming friendship
with the relics of past?
Or a quirk of a raw nerve
conversing with history:
and we will wait for centuries
to build a new scream
under the pale moon
in wingless night.
Whispering sex to flowers,
bees scrambled on the skin
of wooly leaves.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 3 lipca 2012
CURVATURE
The visible was most
invisible.
Watching the moon
through veil.
A bomb explodes
in your hands.
The poem wavers-
and then falls on dew.
This was not bone-green;
original,
not a fake cloud –
to kiss the feet
of a burning god.
It was natural conjugation
between enemies.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 lipca 2012
DRIFT ICE
Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the
grass shaking a leg.
A child walks through me
antithetical to scorched life
of parallel egos.
Austerity was neither present
nor absent.Volcanic ash
was spewing on recti.
It was drifting, the snow bound
killer, spilling the blood in sea.
Home was still for away.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 lipca 2012
SHARED HEAVEN
For the dream slaves
the incense has become a moon
for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain
in erotic war.
Ask a mooner,
will he bring her to bed
for a song to measure the cantus
between flight of strings in midnight?
The small bruises of stars
were playing under the lemon tree
in sinking clouds. You must know
the richness of poverty at night.
This was the theme to play,
it was enough to have walked on golden
leaves of November, while I was collecting
the false truths of life.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 9 lipca 2012
LESS ASYLUM
This fake city
encounters
a thundering
moment; I go down
coveting a mating
call from an explosion
of hallowed
questions, with no answers.
Stones were after all
stones, not gems of knowledge.
How can you make a
universal elixir figuratively
put of garbage of
human tongues?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 11 lipca 2012
ANEMIA
A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed
and begs for a death.
The adolescence had become
graphic. Do you agree with the
splurge of moonlight under the street light?
The unborn stink was hovering
after the shipwreck. The seagulls
were bewildered.
There was only one slogan
for the black booth.
Priest was sitting cross-legged in a liplock.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 lipca 2012
PARADISE
So my absentism will prevail
over presence;
I will talk to you in space
between the moments
of autumn red
when nothing else was moving.
In classical pursuit, I straignten
the equation and we understand
the complexities of life, and agree to depart
unlooking at the moon, crossing
the river of silence, with no blueprints
on hands.
The random pain will eat the words
like a vanGogh painting.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 lipca 2012
OLDIE
One day I will meet you
on a dirt track
and ask about back yard
where moon lives.
Will you give me a kiss of the clock?
I have forgotten the back years.
Autumn now takes care of my assets
and I keep on erasing the names.
O, harvest moon, don’t go away.
I was playing with the black thoughts
eating the yellow grass,
learning the alphabet of white pain.
It was a crystal midmoon, dark animal,
who has taken away all the tears.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 lipca 2012
MIRAGE
A futurist virginity in black rose
was seeking posthumous award
for immoral kisses of thorns.
Unaware of lethal thighs
skipping the lunar landscape
at night.
Were you going to leap over
the mountains curling across the glaciers
of white pain?
I will extend the shadow
of infinite truth,
when we talk about the half-death
of unborn hunger.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 lipca 2012
IT COMES
Waiting under the opaque moon
a primeval instinct takes over you
and you start arriving.
A black bone
renders the ash on your forehead
and you complete the circle –
reaching childhood; you start
climbing the ladder,
for instantaneous release.
The insects don’t forget the trail;
you were bleeding from inside.
You were never alone in a crowd.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 lipca 2012
BLOOD DIARY
Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure
and becoming a stray cloud.
The maternal touch
of the sky, you can sleep whole life
on dense logics.
White sheets were burning
unannounced in the home.
I lost the key, to open the door.
All I wanted to tell you
about, selling the roses.
Thorns must not go free.
The snake was shedding the skin,
time to hone on whetstone.
The tender loaf was ready.
Satish Verma
Ostatnie komentarze:
18 lipca 2025
Jaga
Stare zdejmujemy, nowych nie zamawiamy.
18 lipca 2025
Słońce czyni cuda w włoskami ;))
18 lipca 2025
Dziękuję :)
18 lipca 2025
Niejeden taki.
18 lipca 2025
Weronika
Barszczem.
17 lipca 2025
sam53
przychodzi codziennie... bez zaproszenia... pcha
16 lipca 2025
Właśnie na kręgosłup, to najpopularniejszy
16 lipca 2025
jeśli tylko
Może zależy pod schorzenia. Na kręgosłup
16 lipca 2025
między czwartą a piątą.. ;)
16 lipca 2025
To zależy od województwa. Wcześniej u nas,
16 lipca 2025
na przydział, bo bo wniosek o sanatorium złożony
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Belamonte/Senograsta
męskie są?
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wiesiek
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jeśli tylko
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