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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 july 2018

Time Will Take Revenge

Knife for knife. 
Shadows were chasing, 
the slain. 
Flawed, you were 
at wrong place at the 
wrong time. 
You need to learn, how 
to die anonymously. 
 
It was always extreme. 
The temper, the love, 
the hate. 
You could offer yourself 
for idiopathic study. 
 
A trail of broken limbs 
partially leads to truth. 
Adrenaline can cause 
you to shut the mouth. 
 
The organized violence, ultimately 
triumphs.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 july 2018

Negotiation

Like runaway water 
you run to meet your lover, 
the death. 
 
The hidden story, 
spurts many questions. 
 
You want the 
severed head of the pen 
back, to write the destiny. 
 
The savage resurgence 
of abducting- 
the aurorean light, 
 
will demand a 
heavy price, since the 
cease-fire had melted down. 
 
The lotus-eaters 
will decide to open 
the scars.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 july 2018

Expressions

It was a turf war. 
The moon was booby-trapped 
by clouds. 
 

 
An electronic 
claws holds you to the 
chest of night. 
 

 
From flesh 
to flesh, I surrender 
my nomadic spirit.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 july 2018

Fury

While I limp, 
a schizo runs parallel with the moon. 
 
Climbs the hill 
 
to sort out the night. Terror. 
The shadows were fighting. The lost innocence. 
 
Delta was forked, dividing the pain. Sensuous 
 
bliss rising, falling. 
 
Where will you go now? Billions of planets wait for your arrival. Einstein 
 
was calling you again. 
The shards of moon were waterborn 
 
reflecting in your eyes.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 july 2018

Pondering

A decapitated 
thought, writes a new scribble 
on the sands. 
 

 
There were dark 
footprints of a seagull 
on the white beach. 
 

 
I am sitting 
on the bank, counting 
the beating waves.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 july 2018

Poetic

In fending off, the questions, 
after mutilation, 
a maverick was asking, 
would you go beyond the species? 
 
Escape was not an 
abstract. It was a concrete evidence 
against the bleed and hurt. 
Invocation was becoming absolute necessity. 
 
The poetry of death has 
many stanzas. The tribe wants 
it share, but I will write 
about the beauty of dying sun. 
 
Silence was a true poem. 
You speak some inaudible words.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 july 2018

Ashamed

Afraid to ask, the white 
fingers, to write a name on black paper. 
 
The milky way.*Janus will 
trap the light and open the doors. 
 
War of words was not 
going to stop. The alphabets do─ 
 
not pronounce well. The─ 
rape, the brutality, the mutilated death? 
 
The mother tongue weeps. 
The masks will write a history, in exile. 
 
Throwing the coins? The 
real face becomes a poem, lifting the wrists.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 july 2018

Relentlessy

Living the moment 
without participation. 
Not accepting the liberation. 
I will call you when 
earth starts weeping. 
 
Someone lights a match 
in dark, to see the rim 
of black hole. A 
suspension bridge hangs 
between the tunnel of lies. 
 
The uncertain tomorrow 
and truncated present. 
The life breaks the relationship 
between fire and rain. Now 
you invoke the black cloud. 
 
The mania. You are shoved 
on the tracks before incoming 
electric wheels. This was 
democracy on move pushing 
the entrails out.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 july 2018

Words And Passages

Defining the borders 
with guilds, 
 
a body hangs on a rope 
mauled and fabled. 
 
I am making a fool of myself 
to find your hand. 
 
Watching the world upside down, 
the ailing Buddha─ 
 
was dying. I don't own the day. 
Tomorrow will not remain yours.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 july 2018

Taking Cognisance

Only by accident you 
will find life in 
the dead elephant. 
 
We start soul-searching 
to uncover, 
the hidden path to─ 
landlocked sea of poachers 
of ivory truth. 
 
Infant cries, sleeping 
in grass, wait for the 
blossoms of spring. 
Like a panther 
a red cloud descends 
to kill the moving, play 
without pain. 
 
The nightfall, 
when you will discover 
yourself in grief 
and wait for the sun.


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