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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 august 2017

Endoskeleton

For a good road map you need 
whistling words and biting 
flies of porn videos. 
 
You go overboard when you 
see a virgin falling from 
podium of a hundred smiles. 
 
Sitting in skin only who wants 
a tattoo of a butterfly, when 
the book goes for a sale? 
 
Gettysburg water for the joints. 
Do you need some of it when 
the economy has pored off the poems? 
 
A courtesan becomes the bride 
of the city. The grooms were many 
but no body wants to sit on a mare.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 august 2017

Blue Heights

There was an unease in the flock 
of lovebirds. The lynx was on 
calling again every night. 
 
An execution on a wheel 
was a better choice 
than to die without speed of kill. 
 
Cannibalism becomes alive 
when you start eating live- 
words without shedding a dropp of blood. 
 
What was the urgency to invite 
Ginsberg on paper? The ink 
was still superstitious. 
 
It was invisible. 
The destruction of an impregnable. 
When the moon explodes, where will you go?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 august 2017

My Revenge

No thought was enough 
from a stunning fall. 
I am leaving the paradise. 
 
In urn the past moves like 
a weightless peony. I am 
touching your lips. 
 
The drowned wand. Can you 
pick up the future from the time's 
lake? I am a fish now. 
 
Tiny beads on shut eyes. Are 
you watching my burning house? 
I am still inside. 
 
His blindness or my grace; 
when you would like to kiss? 
The pricks were on the floor.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 august 2017

My Revenge

No thought was enough 
from a stunning fall. 
I am leaving the paradise. 
 
In urn the past moves like 
a weightless peony. I am 
touching your lips. 
 
The drowned wand. Can you 
pick up the future from the time's 
lake? I am a fish now. 
 
Tiny beads on shut eyes. Are 
you watching my burning house? 
I am still inside. 
 
His blindness or my grace; 
when you would like to kiss? 
The pricks were on the floor.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 august 2017

It Was Enough

Yawning of dawn. 
I scribble a note for night 
to come again. 
 
And I try to write a triolet 
in memory of moon; 
who forgot to say goodbye. 
 
A pigeon flutters in my chest 
for a beautiful bride, 
who was fond of pecans. 
 
I have not much to show 
except my trembling hands 
which could not light the - 
 
lamp in dark for once, to 
read the face of eternity.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 august 2017

Collective Death

I am talking to me 
in a muffled tone. 
Unhinged, cutting myself. 
 
Murder was shaping. Cheating 
oneself. What was the arguement 
to concede the religion - 
 
of a no-god? The actuality 
of present time? Black magic 
was turning human beings into stones. 
 
Amid unrest someone claims 
the obscenity of truth. 
The torture becomes fearless. 
 
Paired needless stitch the unhealing 
wounds. I have left the home 
to find the black-hole.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 august 2017

Fastening

Identity ravaged in snow dust; 
now I am writing my name 
in water. 
 
It was not my time, 
not yours. We play like 
saddened kids today - 
 
under wounds of stars. 
I beseech the sky to wash 
the tainted roses. 
 
Where do I go now, to find 
the stolen kisses of moon - 
after I was sick of hot sun. 
 
Take away all the blue letters 
from my sleeves. I have 
dropped the links.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 august 2017

Questionable

Give me a home for sparrows. 
An outcry was rising, 
why do you go from aphids to moon. 
 
Midnight and a howling. 
I am scared of hungry wolves 
roaming in alleys. 
 
Two small mounds and a 
split code. There was left nothing 
in alphabetical order. 
 
Dry aquarium. Why did the fish 
leave for the veins of glass? Lights 
were out in search of a dark corner. 
 
The corpse was unbuttoned, 
why do you wash your food before eating?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 august 2017

Invisible Stings

With dolls on your side 
of a troubled life; you 
go on rocks to receive 
an unspoken answer. 
 
The sounds, the echo. 
Your father walks in - 
and lays down the brick 
on your papers. 
 
Were you prepared to save 
yourself from the onslaughts 
of ladders. The snakes were 
ready to bring you down. 
 
Let the cityscape rise on- 
the tall spires and snow 
fall on the bones of birds 
for a salutation.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 august 2017

Tremulous Light

In my sky your blackbird 
a lamp without a light 
making a nest of moon 
where the fireflies will meet. 
 
A mirror breaks my dream 
I paint my graveyard with blood 
of a rose which felled a tattoo 
from the morning dew. 
 
They make love under a - 
 
cloud in shimmering dark 
of vanishing youth; One day someone 
will claim the fallen vial.


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