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Satish Verma, 15 listopada 2012

HUBBLE TURNS 20

O Hubble
what was the need,
to discover, to go beyond
for it.

It was here
in our hearts,
the dark energy.
When hearing would be lost.

I will go extraplanetory
to find the truth
of star birth.
On earth everyday a star is born.

On hundred light-years
down in a bottomless pit.
The contusion brings out the stale
abuses. No kindness for even gods.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 14 listopada 2012

TORCHES

It was a big trauma.
Granary went overboard,
my boat was torpedoed.

No romance was left now.
At the burial of the moon
aliens were arriving.

You do not want to call it a genocide.
The massacre of millions, of children
and women. The civil war was inside you,

not in the homes of innocents. A god
falls on the rail-tracks to commit
suicide. His severed limbs I would not see.

I want to close the window,
as the white dove was carrying
dead leaves for a mass grave.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 12 listopada 2012

GROUNDING

In the surge of dark
there was a lunar smile in my glass
I will not abandon the moons
in your eyes. A white sow was
going to deliver the babies.

It was departure time
and the profile was ready to collapse.
Mars was throwing the loaves
to human beings and aliens were
going to land on earth.

Sing my baby, sing. Opening the
knots of life, returning to barn
in wild tempest. I know I have
to unearth the buried truth and
talk to ghosts of lies.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 11 listopada 2012

PICTURES

1.

Somebody puts a hand
on my shoulder
I turn around
suddenly it was moon.

2.

Do you hear
the inaudible voices
of abstruse frosting.
The leaves are falling.

3.
What you did not know
was my pain.
When I felt illumminated
in dark.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 10 listopada 2012

LOVE SCENES

1.

A body
lives in my pocket
fathered a hundred moons.

2.

You touch me
with wet nose
I know you have come.

3.

The golden grapes
on your tongue
were very sweet.

4.

Illusion
becomes a squatter
I will peel off the tangerines.

5.

It was
A gold mine, at night
hissing on snake.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 9 listopada 2012

A SOMBER NIGHT

A volcanic kiss
was becoming ungreen.
The shark was coming.

All night it was raining.
The sap was rising
and love-farm was deluged.

A blue moon
walks on the dry eyes.
Why the tears had gone to exile?

A mole was growing
on the face,
while a smile was sitting outside.

When I woke up
into her arms, the moon
was blith and round.

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Satish Verma, 8 listopada 2012

FALLING FALLING

A translator hits the stop
a parable tells the million lies.

The spill was overflowing the walking fire,
dissenters were rising from seabed.

Looking inward I open a pathway
leading to home faraway.

Who will keep it contained, the smouldering
anger? The colossus was bleeding inside.

Cut moon, as the death walks between stars
into forgetful sky. Overnight it was red.

The necklace crosses a lake becoming
a swan’s neck in tearing chains.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 7 listopada 2012

FALLING FALLING

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Satish Verma, 6 listopada 2012

MY FAULT

Your genome was climbing down.
I hate to count the steps.

Feathers hurt sometimes
after the end of flying.

How far was the moment of dust?
You were still swimming in saline water.

A collective guilt will pay the price.
Blissfully nothing else was to be done.

On your behalf I will not accept any alms
I was giving it, and I was taking it.

Was it a disaster, a visit from the lake.
My feet were wet and my eyes were wet.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 4 listopada 2012

COMPARISON

By candlelight
crooked fingers drew a face
on water for the sake
of sun.
Night will tell the fate
of flame.

Smothers with Magnolia’s
gloss.
There was an eerie silence
near the alarm clock.
Time to wake up.

The flowers in the book
will never read my story.
A naked bird hops in a cage for,
a parallel existence for another journey,
meeting an intelligent end.

Satish Verma