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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 stycznia 2023

Wounded Doves

We will watch the
sunset in cahoots and
focus on pulsars.

You live for a critical
cause. Never to retreat.
Was it possible without
some happenings?

The words come and go,
not uttering any sound.
To live or to die for a genesis?

Blooded sky bids
sad farewell to humming―
birds. My half-brother
weeps silently.

Taking final call
of human chain, from the
foster god. I return to
my grass roots.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 stycznia 2023

Lies Were Very Cruel

Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons,
accelerating the downfall.

Pomes go red. A
savage invite staring,
to bite the hidden pride.

We never agreed
dividing the river of grief.
Pounding non-stop
like the gorilla.

An endless hole sucks
our sun. Planets have no
choice in the moment
of holocaust.

The birds and bees
fly for the land of brides.
There was no marriage of sins.

Goriness has no excuse
to find another moon.
That was a stranger.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 stycznia 2023

Giving Up Oaths

One day balancing over
waters, someone drops dead.

Birds of a feather,
of no final abode,
were going to fall on
burning coals.

This was an era of
collective suicide.

Something goes amiss.
God was absent.
There was no evidence.

I should not have
fallen in love, with no talons.
I cannot bite the nails.

There were no sources.
No walls. You cannot find
the shade under the moon.

The imperial bell
will not toll.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 stycznia 2023

Picking Strange Thoughts

You may go around the world
to touch the moon.
Rocks will beat the power
of dust to take revenge.

My poems were shrinking.
The roses still bloom.
Between the words
and meaning, moon weeps.

Mutually I wanted to
share the meaningless pranks.
Life always betrays the death.
I die daily.

What was your awareness,
when you smell the breath of
an everlasting pain?
Does the god become a human?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 grudnia 2022

At The End Of Game

Very grim. You
promote the copperheads.
Lakes go dry.

I cannot stop
thinking, watching incessant,
the rains.

Waters send― the
crimson clouds to hide the sun.
Now that ice melts.

Become genderless.
You are walking on a
sleeping volcano.

Where the three
rivers meet, I stand on the bank
to watch bipolarity.

We are not yet dead.
Some wherea flutey whistle calls.
Follow the flames.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 grudnia 2022

Clear The Decks

Searching human
teeth. Real fossils.
Let go my hand.

Chasing the
flames. No moon to
brighten path.

Sweating in woods.
I am holding roses.
Not thorns.

Struck by
lightning, truth burns.
Rains will not help.

History repeats.
Animals roam in garden
of colored lilies.

It was diplomacy.
The patriarch dies, leaving
the legacy of harms.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 grudnia 2022

Miracles Happen

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem
finds its own words.

The thought
moves stealthily. You put
your hand on my hand.

Your eyes now
search the lost kingdom
of trembling nostalgia.

Will I remain
human? Living amidst
the burials? Do the dead
laugh?

Was there a casualty
at beach? You will not swim
nor drown, for becoming
a nightingale.

My eminent revere
was to live, waiting for
you!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 grudnia 2022

Becoming A Legend

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.

like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―

was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.

Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.

What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?

Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 grudnia 2022

The Solemn Pledge

In deep space―
I will not jump
off the ledge.

Blood waits―
to anoint your forehead
for a final call.

Memory crawls―
slithering, to feel
the sacred shroud.

Did you find
my footprints on the
rare altar?

Some days god weeps.
There was no need to sleep
like Buddha!

The spirit had
walked away from
ravaged frame.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 grudnia 2022

Suckers Come

Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?

The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.

Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.

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