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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 sierpnia 2019

A Fracas Goes On

Remarkably steadfast, the
mighty oak was standing up, as
the thick rain was pounding at it.
I had come a faraway to unleash
the tenacity.

The flesh and the moon.
It was the anniversary of ropes
and shackles. You should not have
adored the distant dreams
without touching them. The transcript
was not ready. No template
was perfect.

I would not know most of you.
That was a bliss. In blue and dark―
I will sail for nothingness. No more,
no less. The chirping, synchronized trill
of crickets, encourages to stand still, I listen
without hearing.

I have come back to zero.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 sierpnia 2019

Sheer Expanse Of Tragedy

Staring into nothingness―
the body clicks.
Smells the pungent fumes and/
cedes the suspension of tears.

Quenchless, you drink
the white phosphorus, glowing
in dark, of
stark reality.

The barrenness will put
up a Harappan seal,
to come back.
The stomata bleed.

The blue salt was naïve.
Will not leave the ocean.
You cannot swim,
you cannot drown.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 sierpnia 2019

Frost Was Setting In

No moon tonight
I had to find―
my path along the hedges
by fireflies.

The river was in haze,
not wearing any scent.
Some invisible hands were
rowing a boat in midstream.

At this time a god jumps―
in, to sort out the memory of dark nights.
Not dementia. But I will
try to remember your face in moonlight.

Once I had lost my way
to your home. Now my
home has lost me for ever.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 sierpnia 2019

Matter Of Fate

While ascending throne,
you cover up your tracks―
by putting up the somber demeanor.
I don't find myself happy.

No stings visible. The world
is savagely beautiful, always
indulging in finding a goat.
Can you see through a person?

Wooden legs cannot take you very―
far. What you need was your intent,
to scramble and make a kill
of a subtone.

The crowd goes in a tizzy.
Tortoise in a bag, was moving
faster than the man.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 sierpnia 2019

Blood Stained

For a long time
I will look at you
to find my image.

In the grainy morn―
the frivolity,
dithers.

Thrown from the roof
a cluster of flowers
for vanity.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 sierpnia 2019

Vendetta

Brown eyes:
little things―
I ask from you.

This is the holy land,
you can walk, without
offering anything.

I will not surrender
an alter ego
for a price.

The walls scoop
the shadows
for future skin.

A small pilgrimage
for the
dying god.

It hurts when
my lips will not touch
the flame.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 sierpnia 2019

It Was Not Vicious

Digging deep into
the body of moment, you have
to find out the roots/of dopamine―
blend of dopa and amine,
circulating the gossip. It was
a prelude before a personal take―
into the consciousness of guilt.

Do you need to bring in
the demigods and tree nymphs―
for fertility? The arboreal pain
sends the apology of the shade.
There was no need of any limbs to
walk. Standing on the brink,
you can reclaim the pyramids.

The precocity of non-existence
appears, when you start confronting
the blue lake of tiny eyes.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 sierpnia 2019

About Unhappenings

Taking refuge behind the
solemn words, you speak loudly.

It rattles you, when you―
hear, it was the world's end.

I have not yet spoken to you
about the happenings, which never happened.

You want to slingshot the
malignancy without your remedy.

Illegible was the writing
on the parchment. I must dig up the ruins.

Matter of instinct, when you start
washing your hands and spitting unendingly.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 sierpnia 2019

It Was Distressing

The red dot was sinking
to smear the lake. It was
in soft focus, the waning light.

You want to bury
the attachment, on the bank.
Let the waves wash away―

the footprints. The
clan was in great distress.
On ventilator, the icon was not dying.

Innocence goes on the block
I will not get a fair deal
from the silence of the stone.

The disk tumbles
into obscurity. Who will
bring peace to the withering art?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 sierpnia 2019

Speaking Stones

When there was a cloudburst―
it was time― I thought
for the soul search.

Again I turn back to―
our complexity, in religion,
caste and lineage.

The prairie was giving―
way, for a volcano to erupt.
Can there be a drive from the back seat?

A prisoner of one's own
follies, you would wait till―
the sky comes down and liberates you.

The illegitimacy bursts
open, when you claim that
no child was left behind.

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