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Satish Verma, 21 january 2020
Reminiscing
I catch the sadness
of gray woods. Stone by
stone, gathering the twilight
of fall.
Would you walk with me,
my fallen peaks,
to witness the cold and wet
dark?
A deep silence sings
in my inside. I scoop
out the golden hole of
pain.
The endless pathway,
where, you will find my
immortal verse kissing the
white snow.
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Satish Verma, 20 january 2020
Naked As Ice
Howling wind!
Why were you gathering the―
dead leaves, sweeping
the desolate white road?
A bleak and dismal emptiness
in-between, the
no man's land.
Thousand eyes watch the tiny flurries.
The perfect peace,
descends.
From moon's navel,
falls the golden bloom.
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Satish Verma, 17 january 2020
Skipping The Steps
A tree waits to hug me
after shedding the
leaves. The man
becomes a child, entwining
the snaking trunk
for a brush with infinity.
The supreme dedication
become humane, enough
to kill the non-man.
A lethal mix of
parodies brings a comic
relief to sparring partners.
After all you discover
the white fog, god-made
to unlisten the lyrics.
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RENATA, 16 january 2020
dopadnę cię
dopadnę Cię krzyknął Zdzich
ja wcale się nie będę kryć
dopadnę Cię w wannie
umyję starannie
pagórki brzoskwiń kolumny ud
aż stanie się cud
Dopadnę Cię w windzie
nie uciekniesz nigdzie
będę mógł
dotrzeć do twych nóg
przez próg
Dopadnę Cię letnim popołudniem
na schodach
połączymy dom herbatą przy stole
o czterech rogach
aby potem przekroczyć
granice rzeczywistości
bliskość Twych warg
rozgniotę swoimi
jak słodkie maliny
a Ty wcale nie będziesz
krzyczeć gdy
dopadnę Cię w trawie
kolorowe kwiaty będą podglądać ciekawie
wyłuskam z zielonej sukienki
czerwone maki i oczu błękit
zachwieję równowagę
kiedy Cię dopadnę
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Satish Verma, 16 january 2020
White Lies
It was a glass house.
A burning boat capsizes
in milk body, creating
a schism.
Relentlessly, a classical theme
was furloughed. I
refuse to sell,
sell anything.
A deemed thought is
nurtured, hiring the
tall grasses, to hide
the kill. I am writing―
a poem of falling leaves
to eat the huge steps
of a giant, who started
the blood time.
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Satish Verma, 15 january 2020
The Immaculate Descent
The God refuses to accept
the infant universe.
After the elusive cues, there were
antique radiations to prove
that there was a diplomatic suicide.
A bit of grass,
some moon, little water
of eyes, the eternal embrace and
life starts earnestly in the
qualms of terror.
Washed out on the shores, comes
the body of liberty. The blood caked
limbs will tell you the tale
of tribal instinct, of mankind to
destroy the self, the
vessel and the sea.
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Satish Verma, 14 january 2020
Standing In Fog
A diminutive moon
will ask about the infinity
of blackness, when I
was waiting in November night
of a toothed fall
in a missing success.
Ahead of time, you
punch the wailing trunk
of the fallen tree. I had the taste
of honey, but who am I,
a giver of anonymity?
Withering in a fire house
without door. I have come back
to know my ancestory. This
was my home once, in the
ancient history of man. This
was the gift, this was the dawn.
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Satish Verma, 13 january 2020
The Reverie
It was devastating.
Out of boredom, drops in
the moon, in the month October.
Hanging over a palm,
to shake hand with a
lone survivor,
a firefly.
A silvery silence
explodes in you face, before
you write a simple word
on the golden leaf.
And I must undo
the locks of complex, winged
life, which will not set―
me free from the funeral
pain. I am going to
meet myself, beyond you.
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Satish Verma, 11 january 2020
A Death's Kiss
Sometimes I do not
want to be talked about.
Like the setting sun.
The earthworm was busy
in turning the soil,
printing the seed's path.
I had removed, from
the house, all the clocks.
I wanted the time, to stand still.
My moment has not come.
In aloneness I will
find you in my shut eyes.
The dark night swims
once again, on the sea
to reach the boat.
You lay down your head on
the oars and go to long sleep.
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Satish Verma, 10 january 2020
Bitter Sweet
Autumn was round
the corner. I was preparing
for the fall.
The great wall
is crumbling. Will you
come for reunion?
Thea leaves,
I am ripening for you in sun.
Come like the moon's milk.
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Latest comments:
21 january 2020
alt art
głowembymdał, że kobiecom..
21 january 2020
smokjerzy
masz Ci laparoskopową intuicję...
21 january 2020
no nie sądziłem, że aż tak blisko..
21 january 2020
reumatyzm, czyli byłeś blisko...
21 january 2020
z drugorzędowych cech płciowych wnoszę, iż
21 january 2020
no cóż, czasem pozostaje tylko zawyć...:))
21 january 2020
okazuje się, że w literówkę :)) dzięki!
21 january 2020
nie mogę...;)
21 january 2020
pierwsze słyszę; widocznie jeszcze jedna kategoria
21 january 2020
jeśli tylko
zwanych depresariuszami?..
21 january 2020
mimo pozorów, to jakaś odmiana fotografii mortualnej..
21 january 2020
słodkość ma być opodatkowana..
21 january 2020
Satish Verma
20 january 2020
wiesiek
20 january 2020
supełek.z.mgnień
20 january 2020
Satish Verma
20 january 2020
jeśli tylko
19 january 2020
wiesiek
18 january 2020
jeśli tylko
18 january 2020
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17 january 2020
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17 january 2020
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