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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 grudnia 2018

Waist-High Sunk

When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.

It was an ancient filth,
a bird fighting in the mud-
house of quote-unquote.

Someone navigated
over the bald heads to find
a landing place for a cuckoo.

Between real and fiction,
you cannot write a hymn
in praise of satan, called god.

I am done with the darkness
all around, and rip open
the wall to let in the jupiter.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 grudnia 2018

Some Questions

The black holes ringed
the galaxy. Tainted
moon, was in tow.

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Any generational gap
was evident between
Neanderthals and humans?

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How our brain works
I wanted to know?
Are there any real men?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 grudnia 2018

Overbalancing

The space between the
two ends, was becoming
a game of thorns.

The leprous increase
tips the moon. An unseen
virgin becomes red rose.

It was another day in
the desert. I don't want
to become a prophet.

A titular sun was
collecting the lilies to
divide the night in halves.

Manipulating the nucleus,
are you ready to accept
the uncommitted sin?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 grudnia 2018

Fair Play

When God kings come―
down stealthly,
it is your waking time.

You had never counted the awards.
Refrained from watching the oblation.
When blood pooled on
the floor, you were holding
a love child of moon
and earth.

Do you think a collateral
damage will ensue, when you
chart out the trajectory of missiles?

The incredible ink will not
go dry on the tongue, when you
read a ghazal of indomitable
pen.

Today I climb a red
mountain to know my height.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 grudnia 2018

The Eternal Quest

You cast doubt,
on the definition.
Gods play with words,
like winged fruits,
Man becomes the spawn of destiny.

Sparrows were flying
out. I will watch―
the window closed. A slant of
light withers away.
I am writing my poems in dark.

The vintage rings under
the eyes, will retrieve
the lost meaning of
truth, from the ruins of
time. I will again start my pilgrimage.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 listopada 2018

Wounded Veils

Some question?
It always haunted me.
In combat posture,
why would I become a child?
To cry and learn a laugh?
Karma?

A green memory,
of the shade of bougainvillea's
arbor, entwining the wooden pain
of my frame, to know
the faith of water, improvidently
creating the false interiors.

How far was the home?
You want to toe the
peace of garden, blue sky
and dark night.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 listopada 2018

Unconclusive

O stark avenger,
Time.
I will come on your lapses,
when every moment,
tells a lie.

Was it wrong time?
To ask the poem go,
binary?
on a fringe thought?

Has the angst a right,
to explore the fast moving
mind, to experiment
with the answer?

We are on the crossroads,
to know ourselves,
driven by the fragrance,
man-made.

The words are only transient!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 listopada 2018

The Middle Ground

I try to think,
not to think of you;
cede hope to candor.

You will not contribute,
to your own rape, of truth;
rediscovering the shame.

The modesty will not sit
on the stigmata.
Moths were becoming defiant.

Copiously drenched,
under the wet moon,
a poem will seek a title.

It returns back, the
kiss, you sent for the flame.
It was very hot, the farewell.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 listopada 2018

Evoking Images

It was not easy to recall,
the love in truancy. Needs
extra gene. I would wake up in blue
darkness for an aubade.
The salt glitters when I
shut the mind.

In random wreckage,
the first glow before dawn,
sets you on fire. A star gazing
begins, buried in the flesh, only
the eyes protruding, incapable
to locate the moon.

A blank paper floats. You
were surfing on words. Not
yet to meet the inevitable. Not
the kiss of hurt. I am coming
to unfurl the opus, the
noble commitment of navel crossing.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 listopada 2018

Untold Journey

It does not make any sense
to go beyond, where the road ends.

He was searching the meaning
of life. Moving out of comfort zone
to Roman cave.

Émigré to chessboard,
he will stop pushing the game.
But what about the demons―
sitting on my chest, in cahoots with the nails?

Somebody walks into assassin's
trap. Somebody's bread does not
reach the home.

A child will ask, when my
father will return? There was no answer.
The tide has brought back
the ashes.

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