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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 lipca 2019

Again A Sheep Walk

I will be kissing in proxy―
at the dark side of
the moon, where my twin crashed.

The cracks had emerged
in the fiery zone― the flames
reaching the zenith of blue, killer sky.

A tamed hematoma,
speaks― for the ripped open brain.
There was nobody left to be whole.

Survivors were the gift
of miracle. A saint starts
abusing the stars.

The god’s temple lies―
in ruins, buried under the sand,
debris and the dead faith.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 lipca 2019

A Discreet Failure

A midnight darkness―
threatens the purple moon,
standing in awe.

There were two poems―
in your hands― which you
wanted to read in my face.

One for the asking―
and one for the moral defeat.
Do you have anything else to narrate?

A thunderbird makes―
a landing in my insomnia―
to scatter the dreams.

The insane world returns
the gift of the pagoda tree. Buddha
will not come back.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 lipca 2019

Future Tense

The reflection was never
complete.
I was trying, was trying
to understand me,
in absence of you.

Looking into the persona
making a saint―
out of sexual surrogacy.

The human gene―
transcripted, on the borrowed womb?
Will you now speak for the fear?

I will never know you
in dimlight―
of suspicions.

Are you a complete man now?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 lipca 2019

Crash-Landing

The space in between―
the mayhem and spiritual hour;
was not much, but a spitting image,
of swapping with sun bites― was
evident without remorse.

The ice storm was raging.
Blueberries hang from your
eyes, to bluff me. I draw the curtain
and lit the fire to bring in―
the bride of vengeance.

A charitable act, to clear
the needles from the doll: No black
magic will work now. I am clean
and pure, will not cut a
slice of breast, for the red milk.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 lipca 2019

The Sorcery

I can do it, hold the wasp
in my palm― without grains
and short of fructose.

Layer by layer eggs
will leak― wetting
the vibrating stigma.

Neat abuses, will suck
the milk of nodding thistle.
No marrow comes out to save the elixir.

The hoofers, without
stirrups were running blindly
after the fallen apple.

The sage sways sadly
in the passive winds. It’s aroma
enters the stream of sex.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 lipca 2019

After Meeting God

You should not be present―
everywhere, O God. Pull down,
all the shutters of your temples.

I am mortified, of a
hidden hand, that gives
spurious― sugar coated hymns.

A hometown crowd
assembles at the door of the―
palace to hear the arrival.

What was the natural
descent made of? A cyber attack
was the most desirable thing.

A crypt sets you free―
from the engraved sermons.
All night I will sit on the vigil, for a vision.

The book was blank
for a goodnight deal. I will
not cross any unwritten poem.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 lipca 2019

It Kills It Kills

Eaten up, by wanderlust―
I started my sleepwalks
cheating my dreams.

The grace of knife was there...
it did not open in daylight.
Night was the brilliant host.

When do I meet you―
behind the moon― when stars
were not twinkling out of fear?

The rare gift of footnotes
was sufficient to explain―
the meaning of abstract pain.

You will not treat the stings―
very unkindly. They were
meant to awaken you from letting it go.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 lipca 2019

Gold Coins

A hate apart, living in embraces,
one night― you find the
bridge collapsed― in the
forest of skins.

In exasperation― I watch
the face of the adultery. I
will know― I am going too fast
for the hypocrisy.

Why you were becoming too
cozy to the silence of the necks.
The little feet are not―
able to run for the morning star.

Shutting the lamps. No moths
will descend on the books― no
bleeding of the verse, so
you can become empty of arithmetic.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 lipca 2019

Negation Of What

Living,
in the wounds,
like a gas dragged into
the black hole.

Bedeviling the light.
There are no winners in this war.
Corona will not sit
on any head.

There was ambivalence
in the robust thrust.
The hard x-rays will
burn the thoughts.

Do not go on chasing the
grazed genre. The style
will bring back the questions
which had no answers.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 lipca 2019

Karmic Influence

Under surveillance, the vegetable―
lives on ventilator.
All doors were shut― for the
dark― to remain inside.

The spastic breathing with―
rising chest, delivers the
nuances of death. Are you
sure― it was easier to live?

Asking the destiny to wait―
at the door. You can write
your own epitaph―
on the dust― for posterity.

I am coming home to collect―
your letters― you were
writing to me daily― but
never dared to post.

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