Satish Verma, 23 września 2017
Eels apart-
would you like to greet
the squid?
Resurrected,
from the mud
of quotes?
Epic was being
written, for the sake of the
sunken ship.
There was no pretext.
It was a brazen
assault on the delta.
The clash, the skirmish
will never end.
I am going to meet
the needless,
who had refused
to stitch the wounds.
Satish Verma, 22 września 2017
Your underpants?
Can you put them behind
beneath the weight of memories?
Flamingos.
They are in flight
after the birth pangs.
Trapped-
the light flutters
at watermark for a name.
Yet to be born,
a stone-blind moon
wants the partisan blue.
One will not forget a headless
body of an ariel.
The tempest was at the door.
Satish Verma, 21 września 2017
Exfoliated, I come to you,
to scratch the blighted
palace of the body, where
a god lived once.
Dervish, when did you stop
whirling? The tomb is gone,
the shroud tattered. I am
collecting the withered roses.
It rips open, the black fruit
showing the bleeding stone.
How did I believe, the tiniest
particle will create the universe.
The tree was felled scattering
the seeds. An unsure hand,
pulls on the leash and sets
the entrapped animal free.
Satish Verma, 18 września 2017
Dementia begins. The ending starts.
Death had many names;
The mountain owls. They fly in flocks
and take prey diving on rabbits or great
bustards. Have you seen the courtship
display of bustards? They are heavy birds. Fly,
but also run very fast.
Soaring flight of eagle. Keen sight and a massive
hooked bill. Hawk takes prey by surprise.
Falcon catches prey from above.
I think water. Don't cry. Your son was
drowned in a tank when he was three. Head
down. We pulled him out after half-an-hour.
Brain damaged. He babbles now, lives a vegetable.
Neat. Death had many faces. You want her.
It will not come on asking. I think flames. We
must lock the house, and come out on skywalk.
Satish Verma, 17 września 2017
Do not maneuver the
golden night.
Moon will rise in
defiance of dew.
*
This world will
not say a word.
The dialogue of moonlight
with sand will continue.
*
I throw a stick in
the river. I am going
back to my ancient
fear of Karma.
Satish Verma, 16 września 2017
An offence committed by you
asks for the absolutes.
I am paying the price.
Are you going to drink the white-
potion from the black cup? The tiger
had taken away the child. Now we will-
kill our god between the planets. The
goddess reveals herself as a nude.
The chemistry stalks. It leaves
behind the surprise and wet eyes.
You enter the blue city of kissing
names. There are no square spaces -
across the legs. Taps are dry and
ash collectors are moving around
to find the murderous sky.
Satish Verma, 15 września 2017
Between you and me
there was no sound.
In oneness, I reached
your peaks.
It was a naked bloom
of jasmines. I smell the
duality. Would you come
for a rendezvous?
Pure as a glacier fall,
the silver-dark of moonless
night, I was waiting
for the ripples.
The bells, blue bells, start
echoing the cries. It was
not a kill. The invisible
was executed.
Satish Verma, 14 września 2017
Aggressive posture of silence
sweeps the mind.
I preempt the drowning of septum
in calving ice.
The ostium ultimately opens
to spill over the therapy.
You go into the cave-
to pull out the new born thought.
The day runs again for bread-
and butter. There are
no holds barred. It
was an intact valve.
But the heart blew away
the soft feathers.
I cannot fly now.
Satish Verma, 13 września 2017
Bleeding the sea
For brown seaweeds.
I was trading the tides.
Talking me blind;
Kissing on my face,
O moon, you were reading
the dark earth.
To awaken me.
I prick my fingers to collect
The fractured thoughts.
The ospreys were expected-
To land for laying eggs.
I will seed the clouds,
To bring in rains, to
Wash the stains.
Satish Verma, 12 września 2017
Eyes will not flirt again.
There were bleeding stones -
to speak of black magic.
We meet like strangers in tides
and part like sun and moon.
Do not go into the night.
It was scary to dare the barter
game of death. Gravel had no
complaints. The body was not found.
Nobody had killed the stars. Let
her go, I say, in the explosive light.
Do not go into the night.
I think I will move again in a
gift trap, accept the moon's treachery,
but I will not go into the night.
Regulamin | Polityka prywatności | Kontakt
Copyright © 2010 truml.com, korzystanie z serwisu oznacza akceptację regulaminu.
3 lipca 2025
Trepifajksel
3 lipca 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
3 lipca 2025
sam53
3 lipca 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
3 lipca 2025
Arsis
2 lipca 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
2 lipca 2025
wiesiek
2 lipca 2025
ajw
1 lipca 2025
wiesiek
1 lipca 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta