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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 lipca 2017

Wings Attached

In slap at your icarian path 
the call was not taken 
from inside me. 
 
Anxiety in a troupe of clouds 
was rising. A deep dissent 
within winds surfaces after sunset. 
 
On the footpath comes a noun 
in the land of abuses, 
taking a vow of silence. 
 
The moon becomes green 
in a blue sky to get 
the blessings of surging frost. 
 
Knew nothing about the 
future flooding of apples. 
Falling from the tree.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 lipca 2017

Life Moves On

You make me give up too easily 
without a fight. I will not 
ask any questions. 
 
The elite mercy you are 
endowed with, green eyes, 
invite me for a daunting embrace. 
 
It cracked under the chariot 
on runway. The wings scattered, 
I will not be able to fly now. 
 
One day, I gave you my dagger 
to put it my heart. 
You had tied my hands for real. 
 
Overreached by words of 
mouth, a quill becomes a 
pen, waiting about carnage.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 lipca 2017

Pure Steel

Coming near the incarnation of an 
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking. 
 
Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor 
reaching near the edge of poetry. 
 
I ask you to clamp my name, the 
gash on the book was bleeding. 
 
Was it discretion of night to decorate 
a battered and abused body of a doll? 
 
Naked you cry on the shoulder of the moon. 
This was my prophecy, this is my fate.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 lipca 2017

Afterimages

A whisperer with its begging bowl 
wants a moon in alms. 
 
A candle burns in panic. 
The serpent was sitting in a prayer. 
 
The golden teeth will find the apples 
leafless, pleading for a fall. 
 
Stoking the fire, you step on a ghost. 
It was a fake, I scream. 
 
Do not tamper the ruins of the tower. 
They are going to find the death masks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 lipca 2017

Snake Charming

The occult was scrounging 
in stringent way 
to resurrect the past. 
 
No answer. There will never be 
an answer. Where questions stand 
an answer was not there. 
 
Acquittal in setting sun. Endless 
love making had passed 
with the moon. We will not- 
 
recreate the bronzed body. 
Night, curse and a tale of 
purple, pink horse, accepting 
 
a libation for the penile 
god. A savior was present 
to watch the ceremony of surrender. 
 
The serpent was ready to bite.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 lipca 2017

Recalcitrance

From a homemade 
golden pen you went on 
exploring, 
the young erotica. 
It was a moment of 
the funeral, plodding 
through the extinct memories 
of misadventures. 
Time had stood still 
on the sea of faces. 
The great wall of frozen 
dreams brings a chill 
in blazing sun of enigma. 
 
A bridge becomes a 
derived fossil!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 lipca 2017

Tirelessly

Blurring of words 
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun; 
non-path travelers are playing 
an exotic game 
in defiance and in delirium 
of schizo-affective mind. 
 
Fruits were fudging the flowers. 
The parents. Walking alone, 
watching the abasement of a 
young pilgrim seeking the belief 
of walls. The moon wears a death-cap. 
It was the return of silky climax. 
 
Do not move. Do not speak. Listen 
to voice of stillness. World is becoming 
proxy-keeper. The surrogates 
were releasing the facts.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 lipca 2017

New Genre

That elusive answer 
which ricocheted to land 
in a bush, throws you in tizzy. 
Are you sure, you want 
to hurl more questions? 
 
This was a qualified Higg’s 
boson, which bowed out 
from the race of God’s creation 
to become invisible. 
 
A gecko climbs on the wall 
shutting the soul. The huge crowd 
was pushing the chariot, addressing 
the shadows behind the glass. The 
featureless becomes untouchable. 
 
A moon beam glides on the carpet. 
Priest will go to sleep.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 czerwca 2017

Lying On A Slab

Belly crawl after a dance. 
Carnivores were ready 
to jump on flesh. 
 
That underground beauty 
still believes in 
battle of flowers - 
 
skirting the hills. I am 
at loss of words, 
to describe the burial - 
 
of a strongman. Misreading 
a child god, he still 
posits a human clause. 
 
Darkness challenges the rival. 
Death for a believer 
of a spiteful cult. 
 
Into the hole, a snake hides. 
It is miracle, that 
you are still reciting.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 czerwca 2017

The Woods Are Burning

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain;
become yourself.

The space between thoughts
must increase.
I am trying to widen –

the scope of death. Something
was alive in shadows.
The fiction was rising.

Dust and clouds will blast
together. I want to meet
the snowcapped peaks of sadness-

which brings the human-
face of flesh eaters. No bones
were left to fight for.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 czerwca 2017

Engagements

I intuited. 
Something had crept into 
my room in dark, 
and slept on my bed 
devastating me. 
It was a moonbeam. 
 
There was no animal on the loose. 
Activism had empowered the gender base. 
One long nightmare started 
between innovation and miracle. 
Unwritten, I was loth 
to understand you. 
 
The abstract sky was 
ravishing the moon. I become 
visibly upset. Ask you to shut 
the door and start reading me. 
I had become an epic 
of water.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 czerwca 2017

Moony Affair

I take you in my arms. O moon. 
Crazed. You have become a muse 
of a dervish. I hear the noises. Inside. 
Beyond perception. I could have swapped 
with you. My rage. My skin. My solitary inside. 
Becoming a dagger into your heart jumping. 
Never falling you said. The evergreens. I 
have again failed.The crops. Standing, on the river. 
Not crossing the bridge. To meet the spring. 
In meadows. May be. Unsaying. Will 
it help to know? The words standing behind 
the lips? Will you catch the words? 
Floating in air, when I am gone with 
the clouds. You will keep on repeating I 
was here, in your eyes, in your tears. 
Moving away in opposite direction will 
you look back when dawn arrives? 
I will hold you and kiss on mouth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 czerwca 2017

Rugged Frontiers

The sun beats mercilessly. 
A coastline invites the violence 
of the great lake. 
 
A sinking feeling of a boat. The battle 
of tides and limbs. You can see 
the colors, the dragons 
flying. The blasted sky 
and blackened clouds. A shriek 
sets the lake on fire, as the dusk sets in. 
 
A tribal instinct to burn 
the fences, set the horizons 
free for a new comet, landing from 
unknown space. You want to touch 
the lips of a mute, blotted moon. 
 
Fireflies start dotting the night. 
You move inward; find a dark 
niche to graze the wounds. The hurt 
brings the words. You pick up an 
axe and start chopping 
the dead wood.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 czerwca 2017

The Signs

This music was insane. 
Do not pluck the wounded apples 
of conjugal extraction. 
 
The volatility was increasing. 
Shades of blue were 
sharpening. The intrusive moon 
 
will decide the fate of 
fossilized fracture. The death 
came by the back door. 
 
The rough edges are to 
be smothered, after a back 
encounter. The saint was ready. 
 
The anxiety overwhelms. You 
try to find a small window 
to bring in the song bird.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 czerwca 2017

Warming Up

You could feel it. 
The fear in that pristine howl 
writhing in throat. Something was 
wrong with the sunflowers. A genital 
cutting had brought the snowdusting 
on mutilated emotions. 
 
A premonition warns. We are shining 
on wrong side, under dictates of religion. 
The cult will take care of mouth. You 
will celebrate the breaking up of man. 
The bone between the lips. 
 
I am collecting the dirty threads of 
loyalty to stitch the amnesia. They were ready to 
applause the demise of moon. No more 
sheen on the trees, lake and hills. 
I am hauling up the skeletion of the republic.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 czerwca 2017

Empty Dreams

After the civil war in temples 
a wodden god 
with broken nose, was walking 
with a stick. 
 
Half-way to home 
he wanted to turn back 
and meet his shadow 
in the lake. 
 
A mountain goat climbs 
down the rocks to become 
a martyr. Leaps into a dark 
stream clinging to the veil. 
 
A blue pine takes a bath 
in the summer rain. A 
midnight moon will call the spirits 
to dance for gamblers.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 czerwca 2017

In Totality

The riot was within. 
Not getting along with social 
revolution you would lie 
on purple patch without seeking 
any privy. 
 
Who were the barbarians 
which were going to release 
the brutal pattern of bloodshed 
during sunset on 
the lake? 
 
A mistrial will dispatch 
the violence and you will drop 
dead on the dirt path leading 
to bed of roses. A theme will 
wait for the signing of the book. 
 
Someone punched you in solar 
plexus. You said, I don’t 
die daily to live.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 czerwca 2017

Lickety-Split

The silence of the road 
intends to pause the observer’s speed. 
Unchanged continuity 
had a cubic quality. 
 
Presenting yourself to lick salt 
before molestation. 
The sanctity 
stands violated. 
 
The horror thing looms 
large, neatly dressed 
dancing in your boots. 
The path ends at a tree. 
 
You misprint the name 
of a tormentor. 
Man becomes a beast 
in a love triangle.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 czerwca 2017

Earthly Wounds

Anatomy of fear, 
is revealed before me. 
Like a red flower opens. 
A shadowless figure, deathly-white 
holds my hand. 
 
 
You watch the wounded earth 
athirst, fumbling to catch the 
greens. Vomited blood when her womb 
was upturned to release the metal. 
 
Civet will leave the trail on convicted 
grass. The iron grip of greedy 
windows. The red ant hills were 
spewing white eggs. Now rains 
were coming. 
 
Unkempt my house waits for 
the ending of truth. What I mean 
you will not know. The law always finds 
a black veil to cover the face.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 czerwca 2017

Humbled

You miss the words and numbers. 
The gameplan gets ascention. The 
podium was high. 
And so was your head. 
 
Swallowed by the winds 
unable to reach the end of journey. 
Were you not thinking? 
Was it a treason to withdraw – 
 
from the frills? In love scare 
there were other things to do, 
in the storm, 
like collecting the thorns. 
 
You step outside the dark and 
feel the limbs of light, 
altering the script to become 
a miracle.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 czerwca 2017

Plummeting

The padded words 
perdured the fall of factuality 
into the gaping maw of untruth. 
 
The barriers start 
crumbling for stilts 
but the alley leads to a jungle of tales. 
 
The manipulation walks 
on the frozen lake of eyes. 
Blue shadows move underneath to- 
 
find the door. You spend 
whole life to locate the dock. 
The old sea and man drift in dark. 
 
Only a seagull flies 
in morning fog to trace 
the sun, halted in clouds.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 czerwca 2017

A Love Theme

Dusting a rose 
dissecting a heart. There was wilder- 
ness in the woods. 
 
I cannot touch you 
O, wood sage 
you were so ephemeral. 
 
Your hands were 
knitting a bright wound in the air. 
Where was the moon? 
 
Not a kiss, 
the prodigal sun 
wants a death wish of a canary. 
 
The snow on the 
eyes. I wished I had 
met you earlier.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 czerwca 2017

Puzzled

Building your space, 
you were dying daily 
invading the acoustics. 
 
How the continence 
was going to help- 
living with scars of explosions? 
 
Mutating into a full-fledged 
saintliners, an inner conflict 
becomes a profile. 
 
Crawling to a stone 
a crayon draws a cell 
without incendiary rhetoric? 
 
Decoding an icon 
becomes a daily ritual. From 
where will come the write?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 czerwca 2017

Smoking The Mirror

Talking to bougainvilleas, 
one day I will cut my tongue. 
Why the beautiful bracts were 
protecting the trivial seeds? 
 
The flowers started clicking 
to deliver a white god to a black 
temple. Human shield was to 
avenge the enemy beyond the infinity. 
 
Below the ashes what were you 
trying to find out in dark? 
The cancer? It was eating away 
the vitals of an orphaned fruit. 
 
The predator had become the 
prey, drawing the sheet of 
blood on the moon. The birds 
were leaving the tree.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 czerwca 2017

Faces

You go for a daily ritual 
to water a passion tree; 
for greasy palms of petals of 
lewd figures. 
 
Always had a goddess 
in young days, 
now you are trying to find an 
erogenous zone in searing heat. 
 
It ia not raining. The impact of 
instant romanticism. The past 
throws the virtue in vain. Terror 
had been benevolent. 
 
The beasts and flowers, endless 
friendship of strippers. The holes 
are widening in the sky asking 
for the blasts to go for ever.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 czerwca 2017

A Torn Page

A hundred pounds bite. 
It was a matter of faith 
with copperhead. 
 
A maddening silence 
dodging the window, 
where the moon sits. 
 
The peril will always stay 
reneging, of the big space 
for next victim. 
 
Quaint feeling persists. 
Of shearing the clouds 
to knit a bright Venus. 
 
The eventual escape. 
To be the name 
on a bloodied sword.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 czerwca 2017

Muzzling

Listening to a gleaming 
word whole life 
and finding its meaning at 
the fag end. 
And you are in thrall 
to a sinful pleasure. 
 
The yearnings 
of a small Pteris, 
which drinks arsenic daily 
to rescue a withering smile. 
 
A poem sings to me 
under a lantern, when a 
storm was raging to roil 
the blue birds of imploring peaks. 
 
It looks into your eyes 
to find the answer 
of complete shutdown 
of cotton feel.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 czerwca 2017

Entranced

It was a broken lamp, 
the orphean tragedy. 
You were found sexless 
in a naked bowl. 
 
Making love on hay 
the moon crashed/on moonstones. 
Memory of shells tossed on bed 
of roses/was still alive. 
 
The divine leaf falls/opens the 
scars of plums. Immoral, 
a white tiger pounces on a 
rimless scream. 
 
Covered with crocus you break 
the brown hills. Through touch 
I meet you in dark. My green hands 
hold you in folded palms like a firefly.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 czerwca 2017

Elevating

It was not your body, 
but blood was on the wall. 
 
Inhale the stench of the day. 
Grim scene, the multiple kisses 
of marrow and flesh. You were 
not drawing him, inviting- 
 
him tonight for a date, 
but the fetch was on the wall. 
 
From, to turn. Put a starfish 
in my bowl, to play. There was 
a guest waiting at the door. Will 
not abuse your lock and key. 
 
Crawling, groping, darkness descends. 
But there was a light on the wall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 czerwca 2017

Hepatica

Black livers? 
Are you really desperate 
after a vision? Miasma 
rising? 
 
A disheveled sky was 
calculating. Tide was turning 
back carrying the 
tremors of shores. 
 
Was that true, you faith 
thinning? I see myself 
getting ready for slanting moon 
eating seeds of death. 
 
It tears through 
the veils of abstract. Are you 
looking back at paralyzed 
sun who has swallowed a stabile?


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