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	Satish Verma
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Satish Verma, 26 maja 2012

POURING

Urn was carring the snow
unmelted
like the soul of night.
It was a very strange winter
like araucaria puzzle.

Who was dragging the evergreens
over the chaste cliff?
All the incogerent roots have broken
the placenta for new gods.
Millionaires?

The marriage of basil at dusk
with a paperweight, unleaving the road.
I was hearing the footsteps of dawn,
though sky was not listening to knocks.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 25 maja 2012

Criminality

Code of the veil was
darkening. You were searching for an
unwritten message in bandanna.

Rot was setting in flesh.
Sludge was becoming a stone
for an unmoving stream.
The talks had failed.
Hand-grenades will explode in shouts
later on, to resume the protocol of death.

Where we are going in evening
of woods? To go searching for the sapient
ancestors, in city of fingers?

Years were rolling by in fog.
The arguments were climbing on the
black hills to meet a drunk god.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 24 maja 2012

A Wall Painting

Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen
like the marrow, in the limbs of life,
producing blood cells
when sun rises.

Knocking again
at a rapist door
to leak the secrets of a hidden bed
of polity.

Contours of a dimmed
tunnel.

The times; Oh, the tongues
were tasting the peels of aorta.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 22 maja 2012

A Wall Painting

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Satish Verma, 21 maja 2012

CONTRASTING

It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.

The sick motherhood.

We made love
listening to winds
draping our ashes.
A father waited at the door.
I am the sun
I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.

In concept of two enemies.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 20 maja 2012

DUALITY

Have you tasted the silk
in the pit of snakes?
Exit was not in my fate.

Winter was kissing my toes
and spring was blooming down
in my estranged poems.

You don’t feel like to wake up
for ingrained disbelief.
The fangs were not ready to strike.

There was diginity in death
of magnolia. Snow had failed to
appear at night.

In the aftermath of the rains,
the moon climbed up the hill
to bid farewell to virgins.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 19 maja 2012

Dissection

It was haemolysed
the homeless night.
Flagellation will bring out the truth.

The bloody kerchief
was thrown on a crowd.
A new comet was sighted.

Dust and ice were
near the tears.
Sun was rising.

Something fell
in the lake. Death was going
to be celebrated.

Flesh has emptied
the juices. Now
bones will laugh.

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Satish Verma, 18 maja 2012

A SICKENED CRAFT

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole
life under the moon,
to speak off the inconsistency of
happiness,
with a monologue
of a needle in eyes
for a madness of sublime verse.

Canoeing in a frozen lake
for a stranded rose,
you stop at a bosky bank.
A weeping willow greets
the lost son.

A school bag measures the knowledge
of surrounding hills, who had
plucked out the stars
from the sky.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 17 maja 2012

Acrimony

In longest night
of pitch-dark space
you disappear like an arrow.
No star brightens your face.
Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets
to capture the gullible victim
on winter solstice.
The snow was falling like
sorcery.

A little anxiety to taste the
dried out grapes
and listen to the hunger
mouthless.

You draw the lake
on a canvas
and then jump into it
with visible nakedness.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 15 maja 2012

BLACKWATER

A self-protecting game was going on.
After the paternity test
there was slow burning
inside the moon.
Earth heaved a big sigh.
Blackwater was making a muddy sound.

Embroidery was fading
aftermoon.
I open the window to uncover
the chill. A young lass has jumped over
from a flyover to meet a concrete end.

The liberated soul of nation
indulges in cocktails of free erotica.
In beginning there was a sacred river;
now in bed, dry bones
were found soaked in release.

Satish Verma