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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 marca 2018

Nothing Left To Hide

Your skin was involved─ 
in recent string of shadows, throwing 
the white shrouds on unknown 
faces. The visibility 
becomes a threat, plying like a black river 
via stone links. 
 
Your muscles twitch and 
convulse. An invisible hand 
writes the judgement. A silent 
November looms large. 
I will wait for the snow to 
fall silently on the sun-dial. 
 
Like silent shedding of petals 
counting the dew drops on grass. 
A tree of bones walks 
from death to death. Me standing 
on crossroads, on the moon’s path 
trying to learn the mistakes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 marca 2018

Slanting The Picture

This road 
does not lead to my home. 
Do I ask the lake? 

Tonight, the moon 
shows a wrinkled face 
and depression. 

An untitled 
poem, will find a blank 
page of life.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 marca 2018

Ironbound

Last night a dream, 
died in infancy, when you 
were drawing a circle 
of pain in rainbows. 
 
The hurt of blind alleys, 
and the rebounding image 
of burnt-out candles in night. 
The full moon will only enhance─ 
 
the burns. I do not want to talk 
about the divine will of making 
a baby, out of willing or unwilling 
surrender. Lines are blurred. 
 
You want to ask the moon─ 
Are you convinced, it was not 
a rape? A butterfly is snuffed out 
in your palm, you do not know.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 marca 2018

What Went Wrong?

In twilight, 
the noose tightens─ 
and shadows start walking 
towards you; to reclaim 
your anonymity─ 
and declare in deadpan manner: 
the author is dead. 
 
Your smallness goes 
on sale. You are subjected 
to scrutiny by the small print, but 
the truth escapes from lidless eyes. 
 
A private punishment. 
There was blood on the knife. 
Why did you write a 
sanguinary poem for your savior today?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 marca 2018

Strangely

In blood sport 
you forget to die, disintegrating 
though, cell by cell. 
 
What an ambience─ 
of human nature? 
You drag the carcass─ 
 
of mutations whole life. 
Now, selling the virginity 
for charity? 
 
You build a castle─ 
of mud bricks as a tribute 
to undying love─ 
 
for the poverty 
of the saint, who had jumped 
into the river.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 marca 2018

A Spiritual Rage

The neck pain was singled 
out. Roll yourself down― 
from the hills. The 
figures were crying. 
 
You cannot dismiss 
the infamous past tense. 
The butchered birthday― 
of freedom of speech. 
 
The underpaid stone cutters 
of the quarry, and the 
golddiggers crowding the street. 
Whom will you give your hand? 
 
In glass, the progeny- 
grows, away from home, 
from inheritance. 
I stare in disbelief, unblinking.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 marca 2018

In Search Of Truth

It was blue and 
red. The rape. 
What would you do in dark? 
 

 
The bullet was 
embedded in the spine. 
Still you are walking, 
straight! 
 

 
You have become 
a face, of terror. 
Your eyes, eyes 
tell it all.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 marca 2018

What A Life?

Why, why we keep on 
weighing each other? 
You were an anchor; 
I was a feather. 
 

 
The land fall! 
There was no noise. 
Tornado had come like 
a revelation! 
 

 
After the break, 
you count the rings- 
in heart wood. 
A condensed torture!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 marca 2018

Against The Rocks

You were obliged 
to watch the curse 
on the caterpillar, 
forced to fly. 
 
It was a stunning spectacle. 
The walnut tree scooping 
to gather, 
the gold of black berries. 
 
Speak up my lord. Did you live 
in the ghetto to know the 
truth of thatched roofs? Were 
you afraid of huge mansions? 
 
It was not your heart; a 
borrowed sample of imitiative 
poetry. I will still go for 
the rhythm of unspoken words.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 marca 2018

Breakthough

Take a call and bring 
the upside down. 
The desire becomes supreme. 
 
Are you going to redeem 
for the lost empire? 
A musk deer will start 
 
the scent-marking. 
This was the price of 
insecurity in the mob. 
 
Unhook the wounds. 
Life will give you 
a new pretext to die. 
 
It was an ordinary name. 
No prefix and no frills. 
You were ready to become anonymous.


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