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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 grudnia 2018

The Stranger

Ready to pounce on 
a scarecrow. 
The ants were hungry. 
 
It was a dried bone― 
frame, wearing the royal 
costume, waiting for the moon. 
 
Can you play with the 
jewels and still 
remain poor? 
 
The suckers refuse to 
shrink, taking away skin, 
the eyes, the ears. 
 
It overwhelms the loneliness, 
the silence, the colossus, 
and the two-faced king in making.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 grudnia 2018

This Kind Of Time

What noun was combative, 
enduring the poison, when 
you were subject of― 
the history, which will 
remain unwritten? 
 
The war was on, in the 
night of terror. You cannot 
reach the extremeties, for the 
sake of modesty. Violence 
sits in speech, in dirty words. 
 
The flesh needs new blood, 
and blood demands the bone 
of justice that will not― 
conceive mutilation. You become 
benevolent in spreading the fear.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 grudnia 2018

Living Dangerously

A moon interrupted; 
riles the social class. 
A native sense comes of age. 
 
Piercing stare becomes rarefied, 
unbuttons the peaks and 
kills you with a mallet. 
 
The scared mask falls 
off the divine embrace, lets 
free the pigeons from the golden cage. 
 
The forked tongue will 
speak only truth. Blood 
was the only stain, washed easily. 
 
I will get the tan 
in moonlight only. My scars 
will remain invisible in silver.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 grudnia 2018

Deciduously

You did not want to play― 
into the strength, 
of the other. 
 
Wrecking the pecking order, 
to become poorer, 
giving away your entire height? 
 
I could live, 
without your blasts, O sun, 
but I need my moon, 
for whole night. 
 
It pervades, 
the dark matter, in every pore. 
Like gingko tree 
I will drop all the pretentions 
tonight, and become leafless.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 grudnia 2018

Being Watched

The one happening; 
which never happned. 
A slice of mock invasion on 
inner sanctum to find your own name. 
Who were you? 
A mind not on the mend? A 
house you were not living in? 
 
The forecast was wary of strangers. 
A deadly intent was hurling 
the desires onto the stones 
of eyes. A fog hides the melt. 
 
You were not ready for syntax, 
a rhyme breaks into sobs. 
Washed by pain, a sting 
becomes the poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 grudnia 2018

Oh God

Impromptu, word by 
word, I will anoint you 
with poetry. 
 

 
Moon was sinking 
slowly, watching me 
reciting an elegy. 
 

 
The gates were still 
closed, for the candle 
bearers to stand vigil.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 grudnia 2018

In Quicksand

It is the truth which 
never was. After many 
deaths I will come to you 
to repeal my verses. 
 
The festering earth was 
making the rains green, 
to suck the dry sands 
thrown by the angry winds. 
 
The soul upturns the body. 
You will crawl in a tunnel 
to come out for sedation 
accepting the karma. 
 
A non-acceptance of the 
straitjacket. Let the anxiety 
rise like a beast.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 grudnia 2018

No Coming And Going

Defrosting, 
the mutability of homicide. 
You were lost in dreams 
stoking the protests of eyes. 
 
What were the explicit 
suggestive remarks? 
A personality disorder for going back 
to pyramids and searching the priest? 
 
Embrace the death, who 
says. The pavallion was empty. 
Game was over and boys had 
gone to dethrone the kissed thief. 
 
The questions run, trailing 
the path. What was the nature 
of this thought, I say when 
sky was infinite?


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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. 
 

 
Any generational gap 
was evident between 
Neanderthals and humans? 
 

 
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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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 listopada 2018

Streaking Alone

Like sly coyotes 
you move around 
the fireballs. You switch off 
the earthly lights. They are 
now oranges. Presently 
a broker will sell the wounds 
of the moon. 
 
Why did you feel sad of something 
which was unsaid? A thousand 
and one words will speak 
when the poem would be brought 
dead. You are not here 
not in the nakedness of lies, when 
something glitters which was not yellow. 
 
The twilight now settles 
in your eyes. Moon refuses to 
plunge into darkness.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 listopada 2018

Flares

There was no secret 
among mountains. 
Clouds were their adopted siblings. 
 

 
Only the rain drops 
were dancing. 
The mounts stand still. 
 

 
I beg your leave. 
The spring has invited. 
I have to meet the yellow blooms.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 listopada 2018

Unrisen Horizon

Take off the glasses and 
look at it closely, the infant 
universe of the ― 
receding age. 
 
I said, weapons should not 
be allowed to speak, cheating 
the all terrain of 
humankind. 
 
The legality has to be 
defined to earn the daily 
bread for impregnable 
hunger. 
 
Whatsoever, there was no 
precedence to take the occult 
into the homes of non- 
committal voices. 
 
You become the temple 
without god, who was 
waiting at the gate.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 listopada 2018

In Disguise

Raising the walls 
around you, you started 
a ritual of placing a single 
rose on the tomb daily. 
 
Trapped in the blues, 
there was a killer instinct 
to destroy the self. 
 
I become a flame, 
passing through the flesh 
eroding the body's mystique. 
 
The ravage words 
now sleep. A dying 
moon will set the 
night free. 
 
It was an invasion by 
deathless roots at night. 
A slow music starts by puppeteers 
to undo the potter's field.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 listopada 2018

Frightening

The winds ruffle the 
solitude. Sparrows were 
watching me. 
 

 
My name was floating 
in dark. I want to burn the 
book, to throw some light. 
 

 
Violence will toss 
you around, when you 
are wearing the grass.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 listopada 2018

Sacred Committment

Under the holy basil, 
lighting the earthen lamp, 
whom do you invoke at dusk? 
 

 
A needle pricks your finger. 
You smear the blood 
on your face. 
 

 
It was the flame of forest 
which ignites the path, 
you wanted to tread on.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 listopada 2018

Endless Search

Moon was not faraway. 
It rejected the evidence against the rhyme 
and proceeded to release 
the poem. 
 
The colored bracts of 
bougainvillea, fall solemnly, to kiss 
the grass. Spring was around 
the corner. 
 
Quizzing a stone, a dream 
crashes in my hands; 
becomes a tiger moth and 
settles on your lips. 
 
Future turns into a shell. 
I pick it up from the beach of time. 
Play with it for sometime and 
give it away to my offspring. 
 
It was the beginning. It was the end.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 listopada 2018

Blue Valley

A tiny doubt sends out 
the solvos. Self on fire, 
you want to bail out the hierarchy. 
Physically imperfect, a star 
ejects the charged rays. 
 
There was no secret of coronal 
mass. You were taking a dip 
in golden plumes of nirvana. 
No suffering, no remorse. 
A slice of moon will heal. 
 
In your path lies the gray earth. 
Who will incite the ocean now? 
A transient truce will not give 
you the leaping death of 
valley. The clouds will take there own revenge.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 listopada 2018

The Nature

Unmaking the bond 
between cause and effect. 
You start throwing stones 
as a mark of intimacy. 
 
Ipomea: 
You wanted to learn the 
art of blooming silently 
at dawn. 
 
Huddled like solar flares 
before colliding with 
a drift, you wanted me to live 
for eternity. 
 
Watching sperm dance 
without tails 
in bell jar. 
 
It was barely visible. 
Cultivating a digital entry. 
This was becoming 
a terror-haven.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 listopada 2018

Not Holding

Not begging, 
for a native dream; 
hiding an ocean in the eyes. 
 
The hills were trembling. 
I am going to cross the river, 
of flames. 
 
I am sitting on the dirt floor, 
counting the cowries. 
 
This was my home, 
that was my book. 
 
Playing the game of death. 
 
What had you written, O god 
with your quivering hand. 
I am still following a riderless horse. 
 
Not the least. Any want... 
Give back my blank page.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 listopada 2018

Assaying

Sailing, 
triangulating the body. 
I will not come for the false blues. 
 
You dig out the bones- 
to evaluate the sickle, 
that failed to trim the dark. 
 
The murder was clean. 
A religion lies beheaded. 
Anaerobic, the poem survived. 
 
The animal smell, 
stays.Overpowers the limbs. 
You run blindfolded. 
 
The crickets emit an omen. 
A sulfur burns. 
The yellow sun was rising.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 listopada 2018

Unjointed Time

Let the untold suffering 
settle the incompleteness of truth. 
You have to move out― 
making space. 
 
The empty chair fills in 
at dark. I talk to my father, 
daily about the remains of life 
and falling debris. 
 
A son does not want to 
know the futurity. A dazed poet 
will write the history of ruins 
which was younger than memory. 
 
A resilience still brings me 
face to face with the gods of dead souls.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 listopada 2018

Eternal Nothingness

A dirty word 
waits for the chilling moon. 
Be aware now. I am 
going to ask the black mountain. 
 
There was no credible 
reason, why did you wait 
so long for a chimera? 
 
A chaste excuse for 
seven seas. They wanted a close 
encounter with aliens. 
 
This was spring of orange 
and black monarchs 
who have to distribute 
the gifts for hunger earth. 
 
I cannot understand myself. 
Sometimes I am happy, 
sometimes I start grieving.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 listopada 2018

Homeward

Suddenly, the full moon 
pops up soundlessly. I was stunned 
by sheer nakedness. 
 

 
Will you catch a 
butterfly for my reluctant wine? 
I had invited the black roses. 
 

 
A city does not 
sleep any more, after the call 
of service, fumbling with the locks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 listopada 2018

A Wrong Turn

Standing on deathway, 
choking back tears, 
for a stance. 
 
There were few minutes left, 
when you took the cover 
under pervasive falcon. 
 
Was it not a 
molestation of a baby moon, 
when you wash your sin in dimlight. 
 
Amazing was the 
religion of short legs. 
An ailing mother was waiting at door. 
 
You strike a chord 
(while I don't stir) 
before anointing the dark. 
 
The battle of penultimates, 
after a hill down 
shackled to river.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 listopada 2018

A Bruised Memory

The basics to live 
was with the peeling off, 
the tangerines. The innovative flight 
takes you to surrealism-
 
of a countdown, which begins 
to send a subsonic device 
to small jupiters. 
 
You receive the call and 
jump into black sea-
 
eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge. 
 
This moment after sometime splits, 
ejects the god particle. 
You slip out of backyard 
to embrace the apparition. 
 
The ending was never a happy thing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 listopada 2018

No Vilification

Do you think milk? 
The medicine, 
had already become 
a bromide. 
 
One benign question, 
opened the potential 
of conflict. The fan- 
tasy? Golden knife? 
 
Devastating me. Car- 
essing the dark, did 
you stop by the moon 
to say hello? 
 
Unmasking the secret― 
of immortality? Ephebic. 
You were always lying 
to yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 listopada 2018

Day Of Anxiety

Between the soft glow of 
twilight and moon, it was 
cold. For a faithful swan. 
 

 
The black smoke billows 
from the rooftops of mud houses. 
Time to celebrate a dinner. 
 

 
I will not give up, 
though nothing was left to do. 
Atleast I can write a poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 listopada 2018

What A Scenario

Put me through the 
french knots. I am 
under the gaze of 
a jilted lover. 
 
A freeze melts in 
the rainbow. The dew 
sits on the eyebrows 
of the grass. 
 
The spark splits 
between the shadows. 
Someone has hanged 
himself from the window. 
 
There was no life left 
in the stump. Now 
bristles will not stand 
at ancient sites.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 listopada 2018

Foggy Night

A machine pain, 
scripts the name secretly, 
intones the verdict. 
 

 
I don't need, 
to prove it, like the man 
who sells the dreams. 
 

 
Privacy interrupted, 
I have come out in open, 
to commit the god.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 listopada 2018

Armless Fight

Who was the dancer of death? 
You went for the kill, 
and not for the killer. 
 
The frail armistice. You 
launch a drive for the drill. 
It was more than what- 
 
meets the eye. Looks like an 
Armageddon. You begin in earnest 
to ward off the paranoia. 
 
Nativity was at stake. A 
captive psyche fights the fading 
memory. Your face goes blank. 
 
My things and your things. 
It should not have happened this way. 
It should not have happened that way.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 października 2018

Braiding The Destiny

The time will not heal. The 
aging looks. Erotica. Each 
scream ends in a dry river. 
Who had the right to deliver 
the needle and a silk thread? 
 
Sometimes I will read you for 
the signs of remorse. There 
was this rigid wrinkle which 
will not move on the face. 
 
It will not matter if the grief 
overwhelms. The scare was 
real. Regurgitation. The bell 
will not ring today. The pod 
splits to release the seeds. 
 
Come my mentor. I have tested 
the floor, smelled the rope. The 
translation should end tonight.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 października 2018

Hear My Voice

Needing a bit less, 
I wanted to discover myself. 
Raise the chimney. 
The house in on fire. 
 
The door sleeps in the room. 
Sun will find no corner 
to sit. Can you call a cloud 
to make the floor wet? 
 
The knuckles come alive, rap 
the window to stay calm. Someone 
had knocked out the space 
and coming in to meet the hunger. 
 
A shrine has asked the roads 
to be washed with tears of pilgrims 
who had come from the faraway 
hymns of darkness to script the light. 
 
I am carrying the seeds of my 
native place to find the roots.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 października 2018

A Long Night

Without words, I wanted 
to write a poem. Would you 
read it from the moist eyes? 
 

 
It was a strange thing. 
Finding the darkness of whitemoon 
in blue air. 
 

 
The wolf was there 
in the house, to 
molest the moonlight.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 października 2018

Recalling

It was snowing, snowing 
very hard. Hold me 
tight, when the wolf comes. 
 

 
The wolf comes in red 
cloak. Why did you ask me 
to pin a white rose on him? 
 

 
There was no quiver, 
no tremor. The murder was 
clean, without blood. Desert ants.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 października 2018

This Autumn

Like water hyacinth of lake 
you cannot run away 
from your psyche. 
 

 
A separation from the 
body was imminent. 
Moon was calling. 
 

 
The myth was there, 
and summer, the night 
opens like a medusa.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 października 2018

Blessing

At dusk, when moon was coming up 
fidelity was challenged. 
No soul was searched. 
It was the body scarred in bright sun. 
 
One pink petal flew over the cloud 
and landed on the lake. 
Will you gather the name and 
send it back home? 
 
It was a sacred gem, in the 
navel of organdie, you had 
worn on the night of a slaughter. 
Opalescence, scolds the light, 
 
dark was beautiful?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 października 2018

The Shriek

Arising before the dawn, 
to meet the earth, 
your honeymoon was over with innocent. 
 
You start becoming extinct, 
with stained excuses. Naked as a belief. 
 
There was no contradiction. 
 
An imitation will take over, 
for the surreal tomb. 
 
A gift of rain will fill the bowl 
left for Buddha, who was still sleeping 
with eyes half-open. 
 
A sage grouse begins the mating dance. 
 
Can you speak for the scars? They 
promised to remain mute.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 października 2018

Interaction

Holding the truth for the 
sake of time and space. 
I will not ask your name. 
 

 
In fading moonlight 
you had abducted my boat. 
How will I cross the river? 
 

 
A civil war erupts between 
the flowers of morning glory. 
It has changed the way you think.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 października 2018

The Living Death

Tonight, come for moon watch. 
I will show you the night birds. 
 
There was an impasse to find 
the missing link for peace. A story 
will not end in the water. A long 
border was interrupted by the 
wriggling snakes. 
 
Of flesh. I will talk about the panic now. 
 
You were collecting the flowers 
from the ashes of dehydrated body. 
I am leaving the race now, 
to pay the debt of death. 
 
A pink sky starts the endless struggle 
to retrieve the black sun.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 października 2018

Breathing Again

You dig in your heels, 
when blood spills 
under the skin. 
 
Refuses to go, the homeless moon, 
I will call the snow to cover the sod. 
 
Scavenging, 
through the stray thoughts, you 
pick up the threads, to knit― 
a scarf for the poem. 
 
Body born, a planet 
breaks, in your epic. The ivory 
shaving will make a white gold. 
 
The birth pangs start in natal pain.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 października 2018

No More, No Less

Noway, I will ask 
the poem, to become stressed out, 
like the street, 
beaten and used again 
and again. 
 
Where do you want to go 
for a rendezvous with― 
unknown, in dark, 
groping for the unsung, 
unseen meaning? 
 
Time is worn out. You live 
on the fringes, unselling 
your ancient home, submerged, 
after the earthquake, 
triggered by ghosts of comments.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 października 2018

Time Crossing

When I hold the pen, 
it trembles in my hand; the poem. 
 
The catharsis. 
Zero minus, to no to everything 
against the main stream. 
You start kinking. 
 
Gawking? 
Every night I carry my glitches 
to bed, to fight my demons. 
Falteringly, you speak: 
it should not have happened. 
The genetic aberration? 
 
Nudges the crass exhibition 
of alphabets of exorcism. 
You invoke the dumb gods, who will 
not vacate the accelerandos.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 października 2018

Solemnity

Give me a lone word. 
I will write a poem. 
 
You enter the final hour 
of diagnosis. The kill 
was imminent. 
 
Back to back two trysts collide 
generating a fire. 
 
Who was peeling the moon? 
 
The stab sets in. In 
abeyance of the gift. I 
will give you a scar. 
 
Daisies will remain awake 
at night, for the vigil 
of a slain pilgrim.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 października 2018

A Scare Comes Back

I have never been the same, 
after watching, the abandoned 
 
moon, rising gracefully, 
and becoming secular. There 
 
were no words, no speech; 
but a biological war had 
 
started between the shadows, 
like gondolas in the air. 
 
You unexpectedly turn blue. 
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 października 2018

Fake Arrival

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 
 
A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 
 
You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 
 
Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 
 
What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 
 
You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 października 2018

Fake Arrival

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 
 
A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 
 
You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 
 
Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 
 
What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 
 
You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 października 2018

Thousand Moons

On the rim of a beer glass, 
stand, white crystals of salt. 
I was watching a pale moon. 
 

 
The lone tree always 
waits for the dipping moon, 
to give a parting kiss. 
 

 
I grieve for the viola. 
Why does it extend one― 
petal for a landing pad.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 października 2018

Last Hope

When the dialogue stops 
there will be a royal bleed. 
 
I had not come to the 
terms of slaughter. 
 
Wanted now, to manage 
the anguish incontinent. 
 
Can you find some space in 
waiting, for the hangman? 
 
Footprints and invisible faces. 
Somewhere a hope lives in amber. 
 
Trapped light, in wintery dark, 
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 października 2018

Scrutinizing

This jungle of words. 
Fear, like a badger 
comes, and sits at my door. 
 

The insects, I 
am tired of them. All the 
time I sit under a bo tree. 
 

This city was 
like an ocean, full 
of predator sharks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 października 2018

The Futurist

Unpunctuating, 
fear will slice the time, 
and you will be a sitting duck 
in the hands of brutal clock. 
 
Drink, Apollo, 
with round eyes and 
limbless torso. He walks on 
the curves, reciting mantras. 
 
There was intrigue and blackmail 
in return for not telling 
the indiscretion of celibates. 
 
A damp squib. There was lot 
of hissing sound, but no 
explosion. Procreatiom will 
stop without fire. 
 
Wants to return to pines. 
The cones, the pricks and 
swaying hips of splendid suggestion.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 października 2018

Marigolds

Wanting to know about 
the violence in cuckoo's nest? 
Heard the first call to court a mate. 

You are not lonely 
today. Moonlight will be 
there at night. 
 

The dark melts to 
spring a surprise. 
Suddenly there are colors around.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 października 2018

Conceiving

The knife peels off 
the silence. 
Colours were very shrewd. 
 

 
Tonight I want to sleep 
open-eyed, to keep a 
vigil on shooting stars. 
 

 
The wood god 
had no limbs. Only jewels 
were used as prostheses.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 października 2018

Few Points

Write me a poem, 
under the flickering candle. 
Moon will not come tonight. 
 

 
I was very sad today. 
Could not find the vault 
where I had kept your prints. 
 

 
Not far from the lake 
where we used to walk, 
a blue bird has arrived.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 października 2018

Benevolence

Need mercy for a 
Freudian slip. 
I was sitting on a window. 
 
The light went out 
from the eyes of the masterpiece. 
Only stones were left. 
 
Give me the figurine. 
I wanted to cut open the navel 
and find out the blue god. 
 
Will you pull the chariot 
of moon? The black horses 
will not send the blessings. 
 
The dawn was still hiding 
in a bunker. First you feed 
a child and then kill the rising sun.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 października 2018

The Assaulter

You were aging by nights. 
Days will not seek 
to defend you. 
 
Drawing the landscape 
of a snowfall, 
you will die in a portrait. 
 
The world meets 
you again like a jawless 
lamprey with sucker mouth. 
 
Beyond the blues 
lies a tower, where 
you will not find the stairs. 
 
In battlefield, stands 
the army of red ants, ready 
to pound upon the moonlight.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 września 2018

The Drowning

The ancient war is on. 
You kill, 
or get killed. 
 
Do not jostle. 
You were sinking in quicksand 
taking on the depth. 
 
In exile, you 
wanted the remains of 
a brilliant moon, after it was possessed. 
 
The poet will find 
the jungle, standing quietly 
after the execution, was stayed. 
 
Between the witness 
and accused, the judge will not 
reverse, the slant of the truth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 września 2018

Seminal

An early bloomer: 
you jumped on the otherside, 
of Milky Way, at night. 
 
Hearing the voices, 
from inside, 
becoming a Buddha. 
 
The semen, without light- 
sprouts, into a mad tree. 
Not normal. 
 
Starts walking at acute 
angle, randomly, 
for a cosmic, rare encounter. 
 
A severed hand 
writes the destiny of man 
who went wild.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 września 2018

Myth Of Suicide

Be laid: 
with your private wounds 
beside me. 
For otherness. 
 
Can you come out from― 
your flesh, and watch 
the ribs, becoming 
infrasonic? 
 
The desiccated dreams, 
inhaling the fire, 
drinking pain. You have 
come full circle. 
 
Can you describe the 
journey of dead souls? 
Without tears? Are you 
going to reject the end? 
 
The ruins are always a beauty.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 września 2018

Walking In The Woods

Like war of words. 
A fierce battle of winds 
erupted between 
mountain and woods. 
 
There was no 
rain, after the clouds 
gathered. It was time 
to say goodbye― 
 
to moon. The sky 
was playing host 
to fireballs and coming 
meteorites like man's fall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 września 2018

Cutting Edge

The rocks in water 
like words, between 
the tears. 
Quasi-pain, reverberating 
like a river. 
 
It flows― 
intermittently. The lava 
of an active volcano. 
You want to cover 
the smashed skull. 
 
The mirror 
breaks, under the shock. 
It had never happened before. 
A nude streaking 
on the screen. 
 
The moon had nothing 
to offer. Over and spent. 
It moves on its axis 
ungoverning― 
the stars.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 września 2018

The Clan

As I come, for molarity 
without molars. 
No grinding was left 
in the millstones. 
 
The family 
accumulates. My distorted shape 
will not accept 
the broken ankle. 
 
Paraplegic, you run 
faster than meteriorite. 
The boom was heard 
beyond cacophony. 
 
It had come from 
the blue. The burning anchor 
of desire, without 
the damp eyes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 września 2018

Obstinacy

Be tender, with me― 
in midstream. 
I will not arrive. 
 
Perversity was not 
my virtue. I am still 
burning on coals. 
 
It was a disappearing act. 
I become a brown rose 
in your eyes. 
 
The impacted glitch. 
I was not deft 
at the art of weaving a ritual. 
 
I carry the dried skull, 
of my unknown ancestor, 
who would not come back to home.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 września 2018

Like An Asteroid

Burning rocks had 
a near miss. The 
questions splatter 
the blood- 
 
to inspire and break 
you inside and out. 
Unbecoming, to end the 
relationship. The story― 
 
begins of an introvert. 
The ungreen grass waits 
for your wet toes, 
to breathe again. 
 
The blood-money was 
very high, after the― 
violent end of a 
blade run. 
 
My pillow is soaked of 
a moonfall. The anguish 
of a bodyless grave 
was haunting.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 września 2018

Sent Anonymously

It returns to haunt, 
the dilemma, of disowning 
the old version of truth; 
when I was searching the parallelism 
for the sake of otherness. 
 
The unreturning melancholia, 
brings the surreal intruder, 
I did not want to entertain. 
 
The insane activity of heart 
wants a sin uncommitted. 
 
The flirt eyes like a tulip 
between your fingers, 
unrolling the tender petals. 
 
Night throws the salt on the moon. 
 
There were no tears.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 września 2018

Unexisting

A fugitive moon 
appeared, after the blaze of the sun, 
in a frozen standoff, 
died. 
 
My room was dappled 
with pale moonbeams shadows, 
nestled on the― 
blue walls. 
 
There was a constant drumbeat 
coming nearer. He wanted 
to quit. You cannot change 
the legacy of dark rooms. 
 
A manhunt must start 
for the thief who stole away 
all the voices of 
a departed soul.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 września 2018

Secret Deals

It insults the─ 
primitivism. Hypothermia, you 
become cold-blooded. 
 

 
Fractured limbs. 
How will you climb the 
mound of questions? 
 

 
Gray night. 
Between black and white 
the ashen moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 września 2018

Implacable

The moon titled her head 
and went inarticulate 
in black and white. 
 
Seeding the earth with 
stupor, undoing my- 
poem in water. 
 
An asteroid crashed in 
my blue lake. Sit beside me, 
I would say to a songbird. 
 
The cardinal sin was 
to abandon the throne 
and climb down at night. 
 
What was the designer's 
love, I will ask, when I 
was preparing myself for a self-denial.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 września 2018

Taboos

This was a shock treatment. 
 
Becoming friends 
with aperitifs. 
 
We drink the eyes 
in remorse. 
 
Unabridged. I clean the words 
on the whiteboard. The 
tongues were black. 
 
Dilemma of stings. 
No flesh was left 
on the bones. 
 
The body, 
becomes a river. 
You are drowned 
in pink folds.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 września 2018

Dying Art

The wind was in your hair, 
I will bring the 
valley, for you. 
 
A major shake up. People 
bend the moon 
on the lake, against hanging. 
 
The snow-capped peaks 
would collect all the green fires 
for the running tribe. 
 
The centuries weep 
for the unknown warriors; 
who were born to look like chaff― 
 
becoming fodder. I will 
ask the god to write a requiem 
for a person, who dies 
thinking too much.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 września 2018

Unsucceeding

After the 
elective execution, 
you reach at the 
end of nowhere. 
 
A wayward 
cloud stands alone 
under the plump moon. 
 
It is absolutely― 
white, like the 
wings of a swan. 
 
Beneath the earth 
you want to dig out 
the remains of dark hoods. 
 
Gale-force winds 
promise to make you 
snow-blind.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 września 2018

Disoriented

I was worried. 
A deviant had lost the shape, 
and had thrown a word at your face. 
 
The black name was crawling 
on the white paper. It was not 
a rape, but the abduction― 
of a mystic. 
 
The snake time. Politics. 
The crowd was celebrating the death. 
What would you say, death 
had many names? 
 
I want to sleep with you tonight, 
O moon. The slave 
had become the master.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 września 2018

The Secret Path

Often, 
I will return to myself, 
to meet a lost ancestor; 
exploring the statics― 
of the room, from where the journey 
had started. 
 
I will read your face in dark. The 
wrinkles, the broken teeth, 
and the foggy vision. 
 
The fire escape now lies bereft 
of trappings. There is a blank space 
there, sucking the sky. 
 
The pragmatism had taken over 
and I was left over with 
the figures in stones. 
 
I am trying to walk again 
deep into the woods. The time stands 
still. I am ready for an 
uncounter with unknown.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 września 2018

The Nectarine Bliss

The nectar, 
coming from nowhere, 
settles on your lips. 
 

 
A peacock 
will show all the eyes, 
wide open. 
 

 
What will it mean 
if a nuke is fired, 
noiselessly, as a depth charge?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 września 2018

A Labyrinthine Passage

It was oneness, 
which brought my poetry 
in the folds of autumn. 
 
From words apart 
you want to talk in space 
for transparent signs. 
 
The city sleeps 
in morning mist, without 
opening the windows- 
of consciousness. 
 
I come out in open 
to watch the lone ficus tree 
waiting to become a deity 
of the walking shadows.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 września 2018

Incinerated

I don't find words. 
Words will find me crying, 
when a drone hits the coral reef. 
 
Between guilty and 
innocent, the sleep will 
level the night and 
let go the dreams in sea. 
 
The school of fish dies 
in my story. The ship sails 
for a new port. I cleave 
a pattern of withdrawl. 
 
Roses will come again, to 
sign a pact with the unshaven 
god, sitting on the pavement, 
waiting to be beheaded.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 września 2018

Underbelly

Unlocking, 
the silver knife. 
The poetry matters, 
when it is dark. 
 

 
Night, 
has its own secrets, when, 
dew spreads out 
the beadings on grass. 
 

 
Blackbuck was ready 
to shed the antlers. 
Moon was hornless.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 września 2018

A Lone Journey

Invasion was thin 
like a feather's fall 
on the mirror. 
 
Only bride will know, 
the rose petals were 
meant for unthinking. 
 
Scattering rice 
to dig out the tools 
of prehistonic man. 
 
The previous night 
I taught myself 
how not to peel the oranges― 
 
with bare hands, 
in terror, when there was 
endless path to unknown.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 września 2018

Gods Were Changing

After carbon dating 
you will find- 
that pain does not shimmer. 
 
The terror of words 
and words of terror, testify 
against the predator 
for twisting a confession. 
 
The world will never be the same! 
 
The savage cool 
of the landscape, turns me on. 
I decide to burn the 
god books. 
 
A charcoal portrait on the wall 
tells the truth. The blackbird 
will come stealthily. Radar 
was aimed at the temple of love. 
 
The world will never be the same!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 września 2018

Paralysed

When, 
the scream ends, you start 
digging the shadows of 
red berries. 
 
The sky, 
scoops the children of rape, 
waiting for 
the rains. 
 
The tiger beetle, 
will run after the winged prey 
of first love. 
 
Would you like to taste 
the moon in the dark bowl 
of malicious night? 
 
Reading about the spell 
of the roses, I went to a 
Sufi, for an epitaph.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 września 2018

Words Play

Blending with the light, 
as ancients did- 
on the leafy path. 
 
You turn your gun- 
on an old skull, 
with broken teeth, 
 
to rewrite the murder, 
without qualms. A sniper 
would take an aim. 
 
Untouchable, the years 
roll by, sending echos 
in the valley of tears. 
 
A final stroke. 
The blood stops in the veins 
while the angel sleeps.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 sierpnia 2018

Absurd Myths

Crossing the divine, 
I ask the marigolds 
to return to the dust. 
 
The gods were angry, 
and dead would not speak 
and the living were dead. 
 
I am now heading towards- 
the mute bells, disbelieving- 
the great enlightment. 
 
Rebuilding what was not true. 
A dream will start telling 
the price of the inflicted wounds. 
 
I am not sure: 
who were at fault. 
The letters? 
or the words?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 sierpnia 2018

The Sterility

Becoming scattered, 
the winged visitors 
in my chest. 
 
Is there a home- 
for sane thoughts in the jungle- 
of unthruths? 
 
How long I will 
continue my journey 
in search of grass?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 sierpnia 2018

No Coming And Going

Defrosting, 
the mutability of homicide. 
You were lost in dreams 
stoking the protests of eyes. 
 
What were the explicit 
suggestive remarks? 
A personality disorder for going back 
to pyramids and searching the priest? 
 
Embrace the death, who 
says. The pavallion was empty. 
Game was over and boys had 
gone to dethrone the kissed thief. 
 
The questions run, trailing 
the path. What was the nature 
of this thought, I say when 
sky was infinite?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 sierpnia 2018

Walking Shadows

A cherry legacy 
and the orange pick. 
Let me go wild. 
 

 
Embellishing 
the rock, with flowers, 
for a golden fruit. 
 

 
A journey, for 
the comfort of slopes, 
on the clear lake.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 sierpnia 2018

Intriguing

The wind was black 
and I wanted to make an eye contact 
with the unknown. 
Following the stars 
in midnight- 
 
there was something called 
desire, in clean moon, 
untying the knots- 
in breast. The truth 
was not in kernel, 
 
it was in the flowing veins 
of the leaves; sun, trapped 
in green carbon. The- 
wordless poem dousing 
the fire between the cinders. 
 
The cosmic door opens, shuts. 
The bird song covers your tracks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 sierpnia 2018

Writing Furtively

Becoming musical 
at the end time, 
like a whooper's swan. 
 

 
The poet sings 
for carnations, when 
the snow melts. 
 

 
The secret, 
you do not want to share 
with death.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 sierpnia 2018

The Gift Of Abandonment

The fantasy: 
of moving in a circle, 
taking a flower bath. A metaphysical 
misquote. You were losing 
your identity. 
 
There was no abstract folly. 
I will protect all the concrete truths. 
 
To find a lover in the woods. 
 
Fighting my demons 
I start a circuitry of unborn vows. 
 
The onslaughts continue. 
Night comes with all its glory 
to torment me, in absence of moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 sierpnia 2018

Imploring

The ledge, jutting out 
in quivering water. 
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor. 
 

 
I will look out- 
for a songbird. 
Something secret, I wanted to share. 
 

 
I do not abuse anybody, 
like a mockingbird- 
I make a fool of myself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 sierpnia 2018

Parentheses

It was not easy, 
to rewrite a dream poem 
when you are bound and hurt. 
 

 
A twiner 
looms out, at my window. 
Like a face, peeps in. 
 

 
Do not want to tell, 
about my sorrow, 
before the dried up river.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 sierpnia 2018

Renouncing

Move the steps, 
to accept the dark. 
Moon has abdicated the throne. 
 
I am still trying to become. 
Not becoming something. 
A lot has remained― 
 
unsaid in my small poems. 
I am still trying, still trying 
to decipher the life, to decipher. 
 
The roots will know my pain. 
My pain, why did I remained 
mute amidst the clamouring words? 
 
Tell me, why should it happen? 
Why should? That someone jumps 
in the boiling cauldron to find the truth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 sierpnia 2018

Renouncing

Move the steps, 
to accept the dark. 
Moon has abdicated the throne. 
 
I am still trying to become. 
Not becoming something. 
A lot has remained- 
 
unsaid in my small poems. 
I am still trying, still trying 
to decipher the life, to decipher. 
 
The roots will know my pain. 
My pain, why did I remained 
mute amidst the clamouring words? 
 
Tell me, why should it happen? 
Why should? That someone jumps 
in the boiling cauldron to find the truth.


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