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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 maja 2021

Come Again

Intercepting the random
poems, pick not
the holy water, in your palm.
I cannot lift the words.

Dark bellies, in moon's
autumn, will play with flutes.
You will swoon on the
sight of blood at the hands.

It was not the first time, a
lamb in the midair―
falls on the golden spear of
new theme, to bluff the naiveness.

Somebody takes a turn, to
find the bell, which will not send
any sound, on the death of
the poppies.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 kwietnia 2021

Contradiction

A textual study
of pain and bliss.
I was coming for a reprisal
from a temporal crisis
of intimacy.

Always gnawing at me,
the roll down from
love to hate. Which was
impersonating what, like
a talking parrot?

Soft murder. You will
half-die, poker-faced in
grey night under the full moon,
holding a poem
written for a black sun.

I shall never get
over my dilemma.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 kwietnia 2021

Not Blameless

Whoso stills the
thunder, it was difficult
for you to lift yourself.

A failed past was―
asking for a date
with destiny.

What your gut bacteria
would say, when
it is raining hot kisses?

I extricate myself
from the shelled house
of pride against the risk.

Should I prepare myself
for the worst? Midnight
syndrome will attract the moths?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 kwietnia 2021

Pain Of Hawthorn

Butchers were in panic.
The bulls are coming.

Dandelions were
in strike mode.
The Ebola dream
was competing.

Nobody there
sleeps in open.
The stink of dying
poems overwhelms.

Please make a
self-potrait like
Rembrandt nude
without a mirror.

There was no
night watch.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 kwietnia 2021

Hacked To Live

He used to dream
of date palms, covering
the defended wounds.

The scoli crab after
the fall will stay. It will
not change the referendum.

The neuter will not
form the trinity. I will
not hear the signals.

Night was not yet
dark to explore the moon.
My stars remain faded.

O country, the people
O planets, the goddess
of rape is dead.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 kwietnia 2021

Eyeshadows

Red horizon―
had bite-marks
of setting sun.

On the table,
I will place all my oblique wares
for a change.

You embrace the strange
things, horns and all. The
dissection was accurate.

A multiplex opens the
gates for all the
lipless gods.

The maddening silence
of the priest was
deafening.

I will not come near the skulls.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 kwietnia 2021

Blue Grace

Darkness always weighs heavy.
And light was weightless.
You were visible to me.

I was not sure, which
god went numerical.
I was carrying my scars.

It offers no solace
if I become you, and
start hunting the filters.

Let the moon rise in―
its imperial robe, in
praise of setting sun.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 kwietnia 2021

Between Flesh And Soul

Under the pear tree
a rape survivor
wavers.

Elsewhere a moon
was sailing in
ghostwalk.

Unsteady in human
chain, you wanted
to know, what―

was the logic
behind the savage
metaphysics?

A curse becomes
a daily bread of the
tongueless victim.

How far do I go
to unearth the myths
of nodding religion?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 kwietnia 2021

Carrying Scars

The prediction goes awry.
I wipe away an exotic
smudge on the paper.

I was trying to fight
venom of adverbs and
adjectives.

I want to retrieve my
poem, as it was― before
the digital onslaught of beheadings.

Give me my garden room,
baby moon and spotless
needles. My blood was blind.

I would come again in
my burial mode, when
your trenches are ready.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 kwietnia 2021

Why To Think

Strange, in silence, I lose
my way, my thoughts.
I will speak.

The long roots were
stronger,
than the myriad leaves.

A shadaw left
you in mid sun. No
one will follow you now.

The tree at last
enters your―
home in deep revenge.

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Pozostałe wiersze: 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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