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poetry
Jonathan Davidoff Behavio

Jonathan Davidoff Behavio, 11 december 2018

Obligation

When nights are to short,
To short to dream!
Sleepless and alone
Daydream and nightmare
In each eye glowing for you.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 december 2018

Deciduously

You did not want to play― 
into the strength, 
of the other. 
 
Wrecking the pecking order, 
to become poorer, 
giving away your entire height? 
 
I could live, 
without your blasts, O sun, 
but I need my moon, 
for whole night. 
 
It pervades, 
the dark matter, in every pore. 
Like gingko tree 
I will drop all the pretentions 
tonight, and become leafless.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 december 2018

Being Watched

The one happening; 
which never happned. 
A slice of mock invasion on 
inner sanctum to find your own name. 
Who were you? 
A mind not on the mend? A 
house you were not living in? 
 
The forecast was wary of strangers. 
A deadly intent was hurling 
the desires onto the stones 
of eyes. A fog hides the melt. 
 
You were not ready for syntax, 
a rhyme breaks into sobs. 
Washed by pain, a sting 
becomes the poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 december 2018

Oh God

Impromptu, word by 
word, I will anoint you 
with poetry. 
 

 
Moon was sinking 
slowly, watching me 
reciting an elegy. 
 

 
The gates were still 
closed, for the candle 
bearers to stand vigil.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 december 2018

In Quicksand

It is the truth which 
never was. After many 
deaths I will come to you 
to repeal my verses. 
 
The festering earth was 
making the rains green, 
to suck the dry sands 
thrown by the angry winds. 
 
The soul upturns the body. 
You will crawl in a tunnel 
to come out for sedation 
accepting the karma. 
 
A non-acceptance of the 
straitjacket. Let the anxiety 
rise like a beast.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 december 2018

No Coming And Going

Defrosting, 
the mutability of homicide. 
You were lost in dreams 
stoking the protests of eyes. 
 
What were the explicit 
suggestive remarks? 
A personality disorder for going back 
to pyramids and searching the priest? 
 
Embrace the death, who 
says. The pavallion was empty. 
Game was over and boys had 
gone to dethrone the kissed thief. 
 
The questions run, trailing 
the path. What was the nature 
of this thought, I say when 
sky was infinite?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 december 2018

Waist-High Sunk

When you release the 
words, your curled fingers 
burst into flame. 
 
It was an ancient filth, 
a bird fighting in the mud- 
house of quote-unquote. 
 
Someone navigated 
over the bald heads to find 
a landing place for a cuckoo. 
 
Between real and fiction, 
you cannot write a hymn 
in praise of satan, called god. 
 
I am done with the darkness 
all around, and rip open 
the wall to let in the jupiter.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 december 2018

Some Questions

The black holes ringed 
the galaxy. Tainted 
moon, was in tow. 
 

 
Any generational gap 
was evident between 
Neanderthals and humans? 
 

 
How our brain works 
I wanted to know? 
Are there any real men?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 december 2018

Overbalancing

The space between the 
two ends, was becoming 
a game of thorns. 
 
The leprous increase 
tips the moon. An unseen 
virgin becomes red rose. 
 
It was another day in 
the desert. I don't want 
to become a prophet. 
 
A titular sun was 
collecting the lilies to 
divide the night in halves. 
 
Manipulating the nucleus, 
are you ready to accept 
the uncommitted sin?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 december 2018

Fair Play

When God kings come― 
down stealthly, 
it is your waking time. 
 
You had never counted the awards. 
Refrained from watching the oblation. 
When blood pooled on 
the floor, you were holding 
a love child of moon 
and earth. 
 
Do you think a collateral 
damage will ensue, when you 
chart out the trajectory of missiles? 
 
The incredible ink will not 
go dry on the tongue, when you 
read a ghazal of indomitable 
pen. 
 
Today I climb a red 
mountain to know my height.


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