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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 czerwca 2019

Virtually Untrue

Lethal mix
of blood ties― before
a fugue delivers its tremors.
A rage visits with the dark voices...

Reverberating in death chamber.

Heat seeking― the missile
goes straight into the heart of the Himalayas.

I am still recovering―
from the eternal fires― of biligual nights.

I am transfixed―
in my shoes― facing shoulder
fired― a sentence ejecting its hate.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 czerwca 2019

Change Of Life

Becoming wise to
your faults. I will not wear
any talisman.

No fireworks were needed
to celebrate the return
of the sane fakir.

Standing up― was the biggest
ideal of the oppressed. I
repeat the act.

Taking the helm― without
retribution― was a challenge
thrown by the dark.

I have come to be reborn
in the name of symbols
broken.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 czerwca 2019

No Message

You have kept the
script― to age in dark,
silent night.

Drawn into the upheaval,
of grains―
ready to strike the mouth.

Nameless wheels were out
to carry the gay pride.
I am not amused of the day.

Who was naturally―
born― breathlessly, holding
the flag, to spite the clan.

A pink window was
stolen from the green house.
The light now burns black.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 czerwca 2019

Will You Leave Me?

I did not mean to hurt.

Do not try to flute―
drinking the lianas,
wearing a fatigue. Then comes―
the shoot. Like a scarecrow
I sway― the slug― passes through me.

You ask me to turn over―
the death mask―
giving a smile. There was no
reprisal. Must bring under reins―
the pounding heart― I cannot talk.

Alone to mend my grief, the
scaled loss of bliss. Do not want to
use any metal. Poverty becomes
my strength. Fears will stand with me.
I am empty like a glass.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 czerwca 2019

Scattered Thoughts

Coming to an end the
consecration. The land will
not give you any god.

Only the demons will come in your dreams.

If it were window, the
street will send the black
noises in your house.

I will not wait
for snow-melting.
The slum was going to be
sliced off.

Wet from the rainfall,
the grain cannot be milled
and you will not eat my sprouts.

I cannot sail now.
It must be very dark
and the glossary
very foul.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 czerwca 2019

No Saviour

Out of ambit― you resume
the surfing again― on
yellow tulips―
in misting valley.

One who will not bless
the seed― will sit
in shadow of hunger.

Do not touch the―
impossible blue of the
eyes, unhunted by the tears.

Snare or be snared. If
there was a flint and
the steel― do you think the
spark will be faraway?

In silent night, I will open
the crypt to have a look again―
at the wornout cloak of a paragon.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 czerwca 2019

Self-Portrature

A freak hailstorm of
proposition, makes you―
deaf and mute. The sex
orientation― will not remain the same.

It was not pink― it was not
blue. A thunder breaks the
roof― of calligraphy. A
beautiful face― goes manic.

About the harvesting― I
would say ― it was all
humbug. You can wear a gem
in your eyes― and still not go stone blind.

The prayer will have a
summer wedding. All the―
lavenders will bring all the
blues and all the mauves.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 czerwca 2019

The Dancing Tale

I do not remain happy
with noises of wisdom.
Time was running out on me
to know myself.

No sensory cognizance. I
touch you with my invisible
hands, stroking the hair
to dislodge the moon.

Ashes lay strewn. River
was overflowing from the
banks of limbs. I will not
come near the unfathomable

depth of a chasm, between
good and bad. Out of the bed
of roses a snake uncoils.
Praise the dark. It in night.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 czerwca 2019

The Dancing Tale

I do not remain happy
with noises of wisdom.
Time was running out on me
to know myself.

No sensory cognizance. I
touch you with my invisible
hands, stroking the hair
to dislodge the moon.

Ashes lay strewn. River
was overflowing from the
banks of limbs. I will not
come near the unfathomable

depth of a chasm, between
good and bad. Out of the bed
of roses a snake uncoils.
Praise the dark. It in night.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 czerwca 2019

Unbegotten

Shedding the knowledge
I was aware of emptiness,
that will allow me
to watch from afar―

the message coming from
the locked doors.
Getting nearer the gorge
you want to look at your spitting image―

in water. I hinge an old frame
to find me in baby face. Did you
see your future visits to
cauldron of life?

You never wanted to become
a god of wayfarers. A tinge
of stupidity was evident to renew
your faults to remain human.

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