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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 września 2019

A Patty Thing

The primal urge to undo―
your hair. I am going
crazy.

It ends at beginning.
A rite of passage to nakedness
of soul, when you have
nothing to hide.

The master cell, has flipped
over, after you squeezed
its belly. The tasteless sphagnum
was out.

The hunger stands at your door.
Wants the bread of pride.
Will you stop the clock
and go for timeless?

I had lighted the incense
sticks. One for you and
one for God.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 września 2019

Vast And Near

To shut the methane,
you sent―
the barbs. The brutal
assault against the thimbles.

I will not send the
edict for withdrawl.
Even the river
was thirsty.

The freaks were
jumping on the fence.
An interrupted moon
was wary of them.

I will draw a
sand painting to heal
the man on the
beach.

The air smells
like an egg. As you
run, the mist
fills your eyes.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 września 2019

Disconnection

Move on. O city, you
were not worth of
living any more,
sleeping on your tusks.

I will not assume
any other new name―
when the hurricane
finally arrives.

It will not go. You
can keep scratching
for whole life.
Your psoriatic scalp.

The attempt to
commit suicide was
worthless. Nobody
will write a note.

I will not invite
the white moon to―
break the fast,
after the bloodbath.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 września 2019

I Will Write A Poem

He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot―
to capture the apologetic
colours of rainbow in lake.

A spinning top, he wanted
to float on water and touch
the soft contours in depth―
wrestling with waves.

A dark sky was hovering
around. Something was rising
from the black hills, as if
on fire. I had never seen before―

the golden moon, rising. Two
song birds darting to and fro
as if in great agony to save
the nestlings from the lynx.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 września 2019

Beyond The Stars

Coming from the dark―
to deceptive bloodletting.
The light was my father.

That eternal moment
of pine cone―
to become the third eye.

The ancient memory
becomes vandalized. I
still treat it with respect.

The unclaimed truth was
yours. I wanted to retrieve
the spoken word.

Incongruously brazen
was your thrust, exhorting
me to drown.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 września 2019

By Any Reckoning

A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon,
making a chirping sound―
and starts reading the poem.

It was an exceptional treat
for the eyes. Shutting the storm
window, I will watch the rain―
pounding on the frame,
to recall the visitor―

which was behaving like a
celtic Druid, in meditation, to see
the future of mankind.

Not sure, the bent legs, will
ever lift the body and
propel it to move.

The mayhem was thin, but I
declared― the poetry
was not for insects.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 września 2019

On The Death Of A Friend

Unsung:
how it was, you died
wearing your shoes? The
jesamins will meet you―
in the backyard.

The stains are unwashable;
like pomegranates bursting
open on my chest. The
screams still run after me.

How do I get you midway―
in anonymity. I never wanted
you to go, my make-believer.
It was not homozygosity.

Your face swims like
a dragonfly on the interface
of tears. There was no re-entry
in the frame of life.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 września 2019

Infinity Of Aching

Leaker had started
the invasion of the lake.
The house blinks every night.

Was there any civility
for boats to collect―
the skeletons from the bed?

The dust dances in my
empty home. From where―
the ashes of wounds had come?

There was fear of unknown.
I was afraid of the fear.
I am burning your address.

I see an apparition. A
branded witch. I don't care.
Death was always my friend.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 września 2019

Another Mistake

Training your voice, you
had come around to open―
the door of the miasma.

The departure stretched
very long. Strange blinkers
were holding the light.

A cunning God would
not let you die―
in the trenches of syllables.

The moon would withdraw
from the humming night―
for a face-lifting.

One blind sun, hurts
the path, where I had
laid the marigolds.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 września 2019

It Was No Magic

When you would be absent,
O Druid, I will know you better.
Time leaps my watch―
I have become blind.

It was not enough to
read― that was not written yet.
I am coming down the mountain
to meet the dust.

Life was not very kind to me.
Too much undoings had given
me a white sheet to―
write the names of fugitives.

I sweep the floor, I wash
the black earth and shut―
the windows. Too much knowing
had made me a dwarf.

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