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Satish Verma, 24 kwietnia 2013

DISCLAIMER

A brush with pain of chest
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes.
World has come a long way

from a child's brain to prepare
an indigenous bomb
for a roaring ascent.

Where my son, you want to go
in trees of words? The temperatures
are rising to widen the scope

of violence. Every one was
claming to be a terrorist
for bringing the peace on earth.

let the party begin.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 23 kwietnia 2013

GOD OF BLESSINGS

Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.

Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.

Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 22 kwietnia 2013

UNENDING

In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.

In half-moon eclipse
the morning glory will wake me up
in dew, alighting whole night

on the rose branch. I still smell
your lips. The head aches in
singing dark.

Welcome again, my ghosts of new year.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 21 kwietnia 2013

UPRISING

Empty hands were trying to collate
the fallout after the trigger moment
invited the unwelcome guest
wearing explosive vest.

It gives a push to throw away the paper
and I walk up to the ink for a
new chapter. The squinting sun was
not able to break the stoic silence of adoration.

A pervasive ambition spreads out
on the breads of poor dreams.
Pay no attention, pay no respect to the falling
patriach. Daughters of broken stars were rising.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 20 kwietnia 2013

UNDERSCORING

A distraught moon
takes a misstep
and goes behind the hill
to take a holy bath.

Disconnects
with a trespasser
and sends to night,
a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers.

Shades of lies haunt, in flames
of faith. A suicide bomber ploughs
through a playground, throwing the bits
of human pieces on nets.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 18 kwietnia 2013

HAPPENINGS

A transient smile lights up a moonless
landscape, catalyzing the woes of
labour of hot arguments. A fragile

peace prevails. When the plot thickens
let me count the bodies in the domain
of a wasted god.

Meanwhile I will get an interim sunless
day to find the mystery of believers.
A bridge had ultimately collapsed.

In the panic room, no image filters.
You continue to draw the nudes of goddesses
and distance yourself from the rubble of axes.

Battle-scarred earth throws up
a severed head of a patriarch
who refused to open his eyes.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 17 kwietnia 2013

VIBRATIONS

The battlelines were drawn.
While drinking the sun
set myself ablaze

A hooded dilemma
of his kindness
starts boiling in chaotic dissonance.

A backlash stops a self-search.
Who am I and why do I belong
in the spinning of descent.

There were flames in every home
and biting dust of the moon.
Where the man will go.

The birth’s print and death’s answer
had the bidding game.
I was standing in the middle.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 15 kwietnia 2013

OF BURNING

From here to you
a legacy of dust was deepening.
I was reading a lot
between the dots.
You will get another master
I will get another pain.

In the maze of tunnels
a fear of fall snips.
A window becomes a man
unbuttoning the skin.
A body starts scratching
a secret.

The earthly sense warns
of a whiff of a stranger,
at the door in dark.
Like a ripe tear
I will not betray the eye -
in this grey hour.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 14 kwietnia 2013

SINKING BOATMEN

The name,
went begging to yield.
Dispute was becoming a point of disorder.
A fire on ice, I was burning inside.

Unabated, the storm
was raging in bush. The candor was lost.
We were drying up in shade. One eccentric
nerve poison was spreading.

We will forego, the face
and wear masks to hide our swollen lips
and private chastity. A hairless
loathing is born.
Unless you are a condemned shadow,
the portrait will stand in a corner
for an unwritten crime, disfiguring
the moon of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 13 kwietnia 2013

A BOMBER UNSPEAKS

To find a safe god
he traveled inside the books
to develop the tradecraft of winning the world.

Fog squinted from the sky
and elite sun waited in the lobby.
Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow,

to nip the blood. A door is flung open
for a pat-down. You understand the philosophy
of revenge? Take back the hundred lives

for a nail cut. A bewitching smile
and tantalizing fragrance of a bomb
makes a lethal mix.

From where to where we have come.
The scarved beauty and secret love;
some rare vision was giving the push.

Satish Verma