poetry

poetry
Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 may 2021

Just Meandering

In search of―
lotus flower,
you go in water.

*

The frog croaks,
sitting on
bowl-leaf.

*

A lily with
dark pink flowers
for Buddha.

*

For a lotus―
eater, nothing else
was important.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 may 2021

Hidden Paths

Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The
homesick moon comes close.

*

Was there any hope
beyond the darkness?
My hands are very dirty.

*
What was the maniac
pain of the sea?
No boat wants to sink.

*

Soundless was your
enemy in bush.
Why were you lamenting?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 may 2021

The Great Leap

Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem,
is an ego trip.

The white tiger
mauls a cow,
beyond the audio.

You are shrinking―
now at the hands of
unqualified arms.

No need of any
funeral finale. The bones
are as white as the moon.


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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2021

przed bitwą

a oni wyją i wyją
z łuków mają ręce
cięciwy w palcach
groty mają w głowach

strach chwyta za gardło
aż oczy nie chcą patrzeć
usta chcą krzyczeć mocno tak
ogień z nieba pluje na świat

na rzekę na łąkę
na lasy pod strzechy
wir wir już zalewa
topi zdyszane strachem myszy


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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2021

spragniona kobieta szuka faceta

on czyta te same książki
on kocha rośliny i kupuje kwiaty
opiekuje się mamą jest taki męski
i mówi zawsze dzień dobry sąsiadkom

głową muru nie przebijesz
choć bardzo chcesz na chama wręcz
poznać pana by spełniał marzenia
był lekiem na całe zło i chęć na sex

seksapil ja mam i w pełni kobiece usta
uda się kocham muzykę która wywołuje
śmiech delikatna wonna i dojrzała
tak eksponują swoje walory poznaje
siebie ciebie poszukuje co będzie wezmę

*******

nie chce starą panną być pilnować cnoty
pojawił się on nabrałam ochoty
taki naturalny przystojny i szczery
czas leci opatrzyły się ręce poszły w las maniery

hej niestety faceta mam i problem mam
miał być ratunkiem a to jest cham
tak mnie ciągnęło do jego ramion
teraz chętnie uciekłabym stamtąd


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Paweł Szkołut

Paweł Szkołut, 8 may 2021

The Eroticism of Flowers I

Peering into the interior of the tulip's cup
is engaging in an intimate act -
insects arrive and drink up the nectar
pollen from the stamens
are falling upon the petals' crown
and the ovary post

peering into the interior of the flower
is enacting an intimate scene -
like looking deep into your eyes
like a penetration of your soul
to get to its bottom

and there is
the spring

2008


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 may 2021

Eternal Verities

Let there be dark
in your life.
One day, you will
be able to see the light.

Wind would sleep in the
earthen lamp during day.
Come evening―
tears will light the wick.

Hordes of moth have
resumed their sorties. Any
cruise of moon was
impossible.

Not acceptable was hiring the womb
for manipulating the race. An
eagle dance, brings out the
savagery of man.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 may 2021

Many Blues

Night begins
the self-discovery
with green and cream pills.

A binary existence
you would love to
break the myth.

The wind in the sails,
you are going―
nowhere in darkness.

All colors of―
midnight moon,
were for you.

Time will meet―
you in different masks,
to find the truth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 may 2021

Uncensored

Begins to reel,
the dusk,
down the street.

The grey moon waits,
solemnly, for the
music of earth to start.

There is enigma―
in dark. You see
the inside of a shut house.

Like the stone
eyes reading the heliograph
of shrunken gods.

Plunged into a gorge
your eyes, to find
the secret of a fall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 may 2021

Thinking Off

The clouds hang on the strings.
I cannot dry my eyes.

Picking up the pine cones, on grass―
one by one, as the years went by.

How did I lose my home again?
Were there not footprints in snow?

The caladiums, you planted in
summer, had the crimsoned spots.

Like the kirmizi sun
dipping in lake one night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 may 2021

What You Were

Cessation had no direct threats.
You had stopped thinking.

A shadowy future starts hating
you and your financial motives.

The September light falls on leaves
ready to go, yellow-brown-red.

You are still warm, still receptive
of the hollyhocks to welcome you.

A guiltless flight with singing birds―
homing to their mating abodes.

You want to arrive
without qualms, without fainting.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 may 2021

Unending Rope

How will you be defining
a war, when you
meet without machetes?

Between real and fiction
lies a deficient bridge.
We will go for a walk to find―
the weak spots.

A dead city moves in its
entirety. You prepare yourself
to read the tea leaves.

The dregs were in power.
Why you were becoming schizophrenic?
Do not blow at the dead sparks.

How long the shadow now
you want to throw?


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RENATA

RENATA, 2 may 2021

zdziwienie ma gorzki smak

kochałem Cię mocno tak
bez Ciebie mój nie istniał świat
a potem wspólne dzieci i dom
szczęście u naszych stóp dyndało

a może to -fatamorgana
od rana do rana
w mojej głowie jest dobrze

wyruszyłaś raz w delegację
do miasta A jak zawsze
ja na powrót Twój czekałem z kolacją
winem dziećmi i psem i wiem

spóżniłaś się lecz strach oczy wielkie ma
a może to -fatamorgana

A tam daleko gdzieś w mieście B
pędząc od kochanka rozbiłaś się
pijany tir drogę blokował
teraz Ty w śpiączce mnie łeb rozbolał

drżę w szoku czekając na przebudzenie twe
wybaczyć chce serce me
nie dzieje się nic bez przyczyny
przyznajmy się do błędów i winy
wszak nuda i rutyna
od miłości odpycha

fatamorgana w głowie trwa
obudz się ty wybaczę ja


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RENATA

RENATA, 2 may 2021

cytryna

w gardło się lało
w głowie szumiało
i ciągle się chciało
na bani być

kołysze się pokój
a może żyrandole
dajcie wy mi spokój
bo wam przypierdolę

język się zaplątał
aż stąd do kolan
zahaczył o pięty
chyba pierdolnięty

zwinął się w supełek
gdy tak właśnie już
chciał dojebać komuś
a tu ani rusz

oj biada będzie z ciebie marmolada
na cóż jest dziś maskarada
ręce rozkłada i zaciska
ależ ty jesteś brzydka
jak cała łażnia publiczna

tylko jeden jest ideał
który innych poniewierał
ten co w lustrze się ogląda
i najładniej zawsze wygląda


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 may 2021

Come Again

Intercepting the random
poems, pick not
the holy water, in your palm.
I cannot lift the words.

Dark bellies, in moon's
autumn, will play with flutes.
You will swoon on the
sight of blood at the hands.

It was not the first time, a
lamb in the midair―
falls on the golden spear of
new theme, to bluff the naiveness.

Somebody takes a turn, to
find the bell, which will not send
any sound, on the death of
the poppies.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 april 2021

Contradiction

A textual study
of pain and bliss.
I was coming for a reprisal
from a temporal crisis
of intimacy.

Always gnawing at me,
the roll down from
love to hate. Which was
impersonating what, like
a talking parrot?

Soft murder. You will
half-die, poker-faced in
grey night under the full moon,
holding a poem
written for a black sun.

I shall never get
over my dilemma.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 april 2021

Not Blameless

Whoso stills the
thunder, it was difficult
for you to lift yourself.

A failed past was―
asking for a date
with destiny.

What your gut bacteria
would say, when
it is raining hot kisses?

I extricate myself
from the shelled house
of pride against the risk.

Should I prepare myself
for the worst? Midnight
syndrome will attract the moths?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 april 2021

Pain Of Hawthorn

Butchers were in panic.
The bulls are coming.

Dandelions were
in strike mode.
The Ebola dream
was competing.

Nobody there
sleeps in open.
The stink of dying
poems overwhelms.

Please make a
self-potrait like
Rembrandt nude
without a mirror.

There was no
night watch.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 april 2021

Hacked To Live

He used to dream
of date palms, covering
the defended wounds.

The scoli crab after
the fall will stay. It will
not change the referendum.

The neuter will not
form the trinity. I will
not hear the signals.

Night was not yet
dark to explore the moon.
My stars remain faded.

O country, the people
O planets, the goddess
of rape is dead.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 april 2021

Eyeshadows

Red horizon―
had bite-marks
of setting sun.

On the table,
I will place all my oblique wares
for a change.

You embrace the strange
things, horns and all. The
dissection was accurate.

A multiplex opens the
gates for all the
lipless gods.

The maddening silence
of the priest was
deafening.

I will not come near the skulls.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 april 2021

Blue Grace

Darkness always weighs heavy.
And light was weightless.
You were visible to me.

I was not sure, which
god went numerical.
I was carrying my scars.

It offers no solace
if I become you, and
start hunting the filters.

Let the moon rise in―
its imperial robe, in
praise of setting sun.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 april 2021

Between Flesh And Soul

Under the pear tree
a rape survivor
wavers.

Elsewhere a moon
was sailing in
ghostwalk.

Unsteady in human
chain, you wanted
to know, what―

was the logic
behind the savage
metaphysics?

A curse becomes
a daily bread of the
tongueless victim.

How far do I go
to unearth the myths
of nodding religion?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 april 2021

Carrying Scars

The prediction goes awry.
I wipe away an exotic
smudge on the paper.

I was trying to fight
venom of adverbs and
adjectives.

I want to retrieve my
poem, as it was― before
the digital onslaught of beheadings.

Give me my garden room,
baby moon and spotless
needles. My blood was blind.

I would come again in
my burial mode, when
your trenches are ready.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 april 2021

Why To Think

Strange, in silence, I lose
my way, my thoughts.
I will speak.

The long roots were
stronger,
than the myriad leaves.

A shadaw left
you in mid sun. No
one will follow you now.

The tree at last
enters your―
home in deep revenge.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 april 2021

Unroofed

It haunts.
You still want to see the―
beheading, piecemeal
in borderless pain.
The war had defrauded my life.

An unsoiled moon
was taking depressed steps tonight.
Faith healing had stopped.

Floaters swim again in view.

A forbidden place.
You do not want to visit the
Blood-soaked turf.

Darkness enters
the poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 april 2021

Comic End

The swamp was in
boil. It was raining
again on the open wounds.

The scissors will
play a dirty game. You
divide the river
in right and left.

Enough was the greed
when you follow the bun.
After the surgery, no blood
was left.

I will go.
You would sing in praise
of coolness of water.
It refuses to move.

Escaped the blast, the
sparks. You can sail
in bottomless boat.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 april 2021

Earthen Dam

An earthen lamp
in loneliness
calls off the day.

After giving you
the golden light,
in its death.

Was it a pure sin,
if I touch
you in pitch dark?

Where the time
sleeps, I will meet
you under no moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 april 2021

Calligraphy

Teaching self the,
art of dying
after a serial failure.

Stone pelting has started.
You cannot hear your own voice.

Praying for the inaccuracy of time's arrow.

A physical dimension,
you will give to your impermanence.

And silent flows the glacier out of banks.

Clear fall, seems inevitable.
The sun rises from the debris of moon,
from drop on drop of watery eyes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 april 2021

Monstrosity

What would you say―
if I shed my identity,
before the water enters the boat?

A cold-blooded,
culpable homicide, of the genius,
whom you gave your house
of cards.

Amidst the pathless windows
leading to no night
no dawn.

The ice bucket dramatics.
What message you want
to send, to thirsty small birds.

The fishermen sleep
beyond the echoes. No stones
were going to scream.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 april 2021

Talking Of Love

Selene, the goddess of
the moon, promises―
not to fall in love.

Putting on hold―
the shrine, the statue,
going for sale.

No epilogue was
needed, at the end
of play; it starts again.

The painter was dead,
before completing the art
of defying the end.

Walking in ruins
for love of poetry, you
wanted the feel of the beginning.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 april 2021

Last Journey

You wanted to be covered
with dahlias, unmeasuring―
the depth of tears.


How do I go finding
an elegy―
in dim moonlight?

En route I will pluck
the stars, in September.

And when the river goes in spate
and you are submerged,
I will spread a blanket of poetry.

Who wants the eternity
of soul. My love was very frail.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 15 april 2021

unreeling a tangled skein

may old acquaintance be forgot – or not


you
strike the match tip – suddenly

the hiss
the flash
the whiff

the splendor
captivates – like

remembrances of a love
long gone – until

the flame and now
reach and sear
you//


renato
wednesday 14 april 2021


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 april 2021

The Blunt Clashes

The fractured core,
a broken faith, there was
no life after death.

The colossus was drowned
in white, stunning
the men in black.

You cannot encircle
the sun-spots with
bare dogmas.

The tear's salt is found
scrapped on lips, will not
find a place to sink.

How deep you will go
in the tattoos? The sun
wanted to check in the dementia.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 april 2021

Dragging The Clouds

And my love, when do we talk
of wilderness
and daisy blooms?

The snakeskin―
twirls, and I watch the
wriggling night moving away.

I swallow the
empty words. They are not
heavy and no concoction.

The body and desires.
I have let then slip away,
my dreams, my knocks.

Against the dying of
blueberries in your eyes,
I will not wash the stains.

The curve of umbilicus
still remembers the dazzling
fall.


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RENATA

RENATA, 12 april 2021

OBUCH

Wyszła za Wiesława
bo mama kazała
ze wsi do wsi
dla zdrowotności
dzieci rodzić

jak to bywa na jawie
on nie szanował jej
od tłustych świń wyzywał
jakoby nawet kijem przez szmatę
nie chciał brać
tylko się śmiać śmiać śmiać

I odszedł do kochanki
bo przecież teraz był panem
bo państwo zapłaciło
za te pola obwodnice
za jego straty rekompensaty
on pił i hazard uprawiał
chodził w złocie
i się zabawiał zabawiał

A jednak żona to nie świnia
podjęła decyzję i się odchudziła
on stary pijak nieogolony
na sali sądowej nie poznał żony
szukał swojej tłustej świni
znalazł szczupłą panią w mini


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RENATA

RENATA, 12 april 2021

otchłań

Myślałam że książę niebieskooki
zawirował wokół i serce zdobył
piękny narcyz ciągnie włosy me
szloch zamiera w gardle
proszę nie nie nie

Pierwszy raz uderzył trzy dni
po ślubie nikt nie uwierzył
ślady ślady ślady to lubię
powiedział tusz tusz tusz
przecież jesteś winna
zamknij się już

Nie pozwolę Ci odejść
usłyszałam i drżące kolana
przeszkodą dla stóp
łup łup łup
zemdlałam


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 april 2021

The Sunrise

Centrality suffers.
A poem
cries.

The kingfisher
dives
to find the depth of water.

Ready to strike
beyond― the
horizon, black hole.

With September
blues on―
my hands, I pray.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 april 2021

Was It Scary?

Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become
your pedagogue?

Around the city I am
planting the roses―
against the wishes of land mines.

Haunted by a survivalism,
somewhere the smoke
was rising. But I wanted―

to leave the fragrance
for you― and you will not
wait for the ghosts to tell,

who was the visitor. You
will not know my future and
I will not know your past.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 april 2021

Starburst

After finding the pulse,
you become a man-eater.
Decide to play a volcano―
to solve the mystery
of god.

Shirtless violence,
sells the skin, the vagus
and the cranium.

There was no difference
between black and white. I
had fallen for the crooked―
smile of death.

You appear like a
nymph in my stasis―
of thoughts. I kiss
my hands.

You penetrate in my bones.
O God, you were exactly my image.

Moon stained a poem beseeches
me, to lift my pen.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 april 2021

Imperilment

The interstellar
reticence, becomes the
muse of a storm.

*

Departure begins,
when the lights are dimmed.
Night licks the moon.

*

Now, you can
roll up the stings.
Cadaver will not rise.

*

The bell rings―
for the last exhibit.
Moths were waiting.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 april 2021

Circling Moons

When the time faults, it
becomes metaphysical for me―
to write a poem in flesh and blood.

A night's terror, descends.
Buzz of an insect hovers,
until I give in.

A thoughtess invasion―
makes you unstable, when
you reach the heights, where
snow wails, time and space
start collapsing.

A vacuum bubble expands
into a dome. You draw frescoes
in dream. The colors penetrate.
Blind landings begin.

Looks as if you were sitting with dead,
till eternity.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 april 2021

The Debauchery

This age of depression―
Do you hear―
the unheard sounds?

I always bleed―
in the books. Some words
won't stay for the sake of propriety.

Nothing is held back,
not even modesty. The biggest
savagery, of being a human.

And a flock of ravens will
go on hungry,
not feeding on debased carrion.

The baby moon will
not smile. History has
cheated us out of the truth.

The heat, noises and
dust. Every face was covered
in soot. I cannot recognize myself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 april 2021

Overnight

Unstitch my memories,
I have come home,

My bag was full of worries.
How will I spread my age?

An old man reading the palms―
cannot find the glasses.

After a mutiny, nothing was
left of a hissing pyramid.

Tell me the shape of tomorrow
to come. In dark I have
to bury my name.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 april 2021

Here And There

The collective
scream of peacocks,
brings the night horror.

The horses run―
in morning blue.
The call has come.

Cotton wool on―
retina. I cannot read
your command.

To immerse
my god in your lake,
the wait must be long.


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RENATA

RENATA, 3 april 2021

przykry banał a żonie wstyd

takie szczęście idealne jak z powieści
nic nie brakuje można by powiedzieć
mąż zgodny pogodny aż za spokojny

a żonie tej szaleństwa się chce
flirtu romansu ale nie rozwodu
ot gdzieś w hotelu w pośpiechu
majtki ściągnąć z byle kim zapłonąć

więc drogi mężu jedz na działeczkę
żonka już wolna zabawi się troszeczkę
w kotkę policjantkę pielęgniareczkę

podejrzewając niemoralność żony
mąż kupił dyktafon i w pokoju położył
i już nie było miło i pięknie
serce stanęło i zaraz pęknie

mąż pijany jechał załamany
każdy by mu wybaczył tą wódę
a on walnął w drzewo i umarł

ona płakała kochanka już nie chciała
bo diabły szeptały jej do ucha
mąż będzie słuchał oj będzie słuchał


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RENATA

RENATA, 3 april 2021

To Nietzsche powiedział Bóg umarł ja mam nadzieję na Wielkanoc

wyobrażam sobie że
poprzez wieki zbawiasz mnie

świat brudny zły i złudny aż nie wierzę
po co i dlaczego to pytanie trudne
cieszy nas cudze nieszczęście
a sami jesteśmy liśćmi na wietrze

od ziemi do ziemi nadzieję włożyli
cykl narodzin rozkwitu rozkładu śmierci
Jeden dał śmierci stan drugi Zmartwychwstanie
duchowi tak śmiertelni tak czekamy zbawienia

Jezu Panie Zbawicielu Tyś Mesjaszem
od Annasza do Kajfasza od Piłata do Judasza
od Nerona do Hitlera od wczoraj do teraz
od Cezara do Kleopatry od Klaudiusza do Stalina
do jakich celów jesteśmy stworzeni przyznaj

Rubens Rembrandt Makiavelli Tycjan
malowali mękę Pańską symbolicznie
bo chcieli ukazać drzewo życia i śmierci
z dedykacją dla Ciebie o chlebie miłości i niebie

bo jeśli Chrystus nie Zmartwychwstał
daremna jest nasza wiara
wtedy już nie wiesz nic i życie to banał
świat stanie zblednie zatrzyma się zamilknie

a Ty zaśniesz znikniesz


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RENATA

RENATA, 3 april 2021

Kameralnie

czułość można przekazywać
przez ekran
dotknij przytul pocałuj
z bliska
czy daleka słów nie żałuj
po drugiej stronie osoba
poczuje przytulenie
poprzez głowę -wzrokowe

Wielkanoc
przemyślenia przy śniadaniu
baran kurce jajka zaniósł
a tam zając
przytupuje wiosnę czuje

pierwiosnki przylaszczki krokusy
śnieg wiatr deszcz i psikusy
narcyzy i zwykły rumianek
bazie bazie bazie

Cieśla z Nazaretu ukrzyżowany
zmartwychwstanie
głupstwo czy zgorszenie
zapytamy
czy też w masce??


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Wiadomsky

Wiadomsky, 3 april 2021

Before her

I could see the storm in her eyes, hidden behind the clouds of irises.
Before it started pouring down, I saw lightning flash across her face.
Her hair fluttered restlessly like crows before taking off.
They yelled that she is a witch, but all I could hear was the wind.
With thoughts full of her scent, I drowned in the depths of her soul.
Before her I was dopehead trying to fill the chasm with the void.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 april 2021

Bittersweet Nightshades

It was time to
modify the heritage―
in a delicate bid to
aid the dying.

A wrenching decision was―
to ask for an apology
from a living god.

I will crack, but
not come to you, to
invoke the grace of mercy.

The twilight sits at
my door to seek the nemesis.
Why did I swallow the moon
without asking the sky's womb?

Cocooned. Afraid
to show the scarred skin.
Your words bloom in dark,
like a cereus. I collect the fame
to light the candle in wind.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 april 2021

Eye-Openers

Can you contain it;
the call,
one animal?

*

A baby hurt,
sometimes―
you enjoy.

*

The full moon was―
as poor as,
a church mouse.


*

Sitting in court
watching a
finch play with water.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 april 2021

No Sin

Farce,
you think―
you will not come back

like Argentine
dinosaur
130,000 pounds

That was
metaphysical

There is no space sacred,
left to die

No time, cause
or substance

You can speak to me, unspeaking
without wires

There is no carrot
for the god


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 march 2021

Untouchability

Sundown, the masks
come out and a game of
perfidy begins.

Words disappear. A
long pause. You will kill two
birds with one stone.
You and ultimate.

No threats. Only the
heat and flames of summer.
In a dark cave, the icicles
form a white deity.

The religion of the body
and flesh, has no god,
no prayer.

The candle burns―
without a wick, melts
into a blue lake.


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RENATA

RENATA, 28 march 2021

biedaczek

Bieda/czek

Hujaczek huśtaczek
Zakochał się i nie wie
Co robić
Choć ja niepewna farsy
I roli nudnej kluchy żony
Co robić
Wydaje mu się że ją kocha
Tak pięknie przejrzyście
Jeszcze nie było
Współczuć kto komu
W tym domu przywiązać
Do klucza uciec
Sam na sam z tym i owym
Wiedzieć mogę liczyć
Czy przeliczyć się
Co robić
Zawiało pożarem i ultimatum
Zjedzone miałeś żonę
Głupi ciul wiosną mózg
Poluje na ekstra nagość
Co robić
Gdy głowy
Dwie nic nie myślą
Tu i tam
Hujowo


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 march 2021

Trinkets

A spotless white moon
was hiding the―
ink spilled on the apron.

*

The pretty nouns
scramble for hope―
if there was any.

*

You could not undo―
what a rose―
did, in broad daylight.

*

A town lives
under a tree, in shade.
The ants come and go.


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Paweł Szkołut

Paweł Szkołut, 26 march 2021

Although poetry will not save the world

Poetry is a search for brilliance.
Poetry is the royal road
which will lead us the farthest.
A. Zagajewski

Although poetry,
this secular religion
whose priests are poets
– will not save the world,
she is its very essential added value
born of the four elements
and the invisible divine one

a poem can both heal
and extend your life now
and post mortem

although poetry will not save the world
she permeates it right through
- and she is the soul of its body

the almost infinity of poetry and its words
in all the languages of mankind
(just like music with its sounds and notes)
- are in harmony
with the boundless but finite Universe

although poetry will not save the world,
it will reborn, set free and redeem
and will give it a new breath and life

Logos -
God’s Word


2015


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 march 2021

Interposted

Escaping the unknown
becomes easier
when you listen
to the echos of dark.


My god says, the peeled
oranges will feed the
starved moon, when you
invite the rains.

Invisible hills will send
the bronze poems to you,
once the black night starts
drinking the green water.

The nightmare looms large―
climbs up my chest to
lick the isles, throwing me in
parenthesis, failing the commas.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 march 2021

In Rebellion

Unbelievability.
I am nudged to shift
the centre of gravity.

The flames are touching
both of us. A civilized frisking
to unmask the secret.

I look at the dark
sky to plant the stars.
Unreached and unreachable
were you― in the carnival.

A creepy night nods.
I must wait for your zodiac
to blink and release the
incense of dew drops.

There was no destination.
I am a surfer, will not skirt
a thunderbolt.

Blood stains will appear later.


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RENATA

RENATA, 24 march 2021

SzczepMY się

Raz dwa Basia ma
trzy cztery smaczne sery
pięć sześć berek
ała nie w szczepionkę

Rok cały za mały to pewne
a jednak wśród burzliwych emocji
niedyskretnie

odkryli zdobyli zrobili
test test test i jest
chwila uboga cisza złowroga
raz dwa trzy już można

świat dryfuje nad przepaścią
nie tabletką ani maścią
jak ściągnąć z głowy koronę
chorobie nie dać się pokonać

Szczepmy się z głową
sami ze sobą
bądz zawsze zdrowa
nie jak królowa

migreny biegunki chrypy
bolą kości stawy czyżby to grypa
a jednak
to COVID pasożyt

wygonić się nie da -chyba że
szczepionki koło ratunkowe
więc SzczepMY się

i ci starzy i lekarze
i pacjenci ozdrowieńcy
i ci co się duszą
zaszczepić się muszą

i coraz więcej i więcej
chorych zombi jęczących
tak się żyć nie da
nikt bez maski nic nie sprzeda
tu mandat tam mandat
to zgraja to banda
przyjrzyjmy się światu
przyjrzyjmy krajowi

to COVID

wziął nas w kleszcze
i trzyma wciąż jeszcze
i bardziej i mocniej
morduje i chce wykończyć

jest taka potrzeba
walczyć i się nie dać
nie każmy sobie długo czekać
szczepmy się


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RENATA

RENATA, 24 march 2021

imperium

rozłożyste jak orzeł co może
skrzydła rozpiąć wzrokiem pobiec
w szponach mocnych i szerokich
trzymać cały świat

bezwzględne rośnie w potęgę
polepszenia się bytu
krew na rękach dokumentach
nóż zgładzi nie pytaj kogo

błogo swoją drogą im było
drogowskazem władzy został
kierowany okiem nogami słowami
aż w końcu zjadł ostatnią kolację

kobieta znikąd dla ziemi zrobi wszystko
z każdą minutą więcej świat tkwi
w jej rękach i bękart za wszelką cenę
musi umrzeć zamrugała i spod rzęs

wystawały jej konary drzew


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 march 2021

Dark Waters

Bliss of blue
and white, balancing
the dark.

This was my curse,
and this was my fate―
mixing the colors.

Do not go farther,
in sea, the fishes
have swallowed the sun.

The park-teachers
and path finders were
not aware of foot-faults.

The word stoppers
were abound. I have yet
to find an ear, drunk as water lily.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 march 2021

Studies Of Land

It was not true,
Truvia. The seed leaves
are not true leaves.

Ifs and whys were not
relevant, when
you become mute.

This country was never―
at war with itself.
The salt lake had dried up.

Two little girls hang
from a smiling tree.
Dreams are incredible.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 march 2021

Ars Poetica

1.
You don't have to walk
in self-discipline
and abstention.

To transcend
the prying eyes and
rub off the naked shoulder
of moon.

2.
Would you come back
in dark to light the lamps
in my eyes?

I need no pain
to write the epitaph of
an undying poet
in jungle of wild screams.

3.

There was no beginning
no end. So from where
you will start reciting
the beautiful saga?

I don't think of your
luxury to pick up my craft
and hack me to hundred stanzas.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 march 2021

Ambivalence

Your limbs tremble―
when you stand erect
to end the silence.

Nobody wants the clamor put to sleep.

It was a direct insult
of surgical kill.

When it was light, you start
covering yourself, caught in a vise.

Every dialogue was worth living.
You can only pray for the wrongs,
come to right.

A secret of tongue was
out. Ladders and snakes,
snakes and ladders, were not meant
for you.

The ambulances has always written the
letters― in reverse.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 march 2021

Tapping The Wall

A soul-search violates
a code.You cannot
drop your mask.

A liquid pain, again
laughs from eyes.
Green was the moon.

Was your poem―
a truth? Capable
of death watch?

The squirrel hangs
down by tail, to watch
the man climbing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 march 2021

Breathing Barriers

You receive when
you don't ask,
celebrating the soul
with mind.

The matter, the blurred
awareness was made
of tiny faults.

The fabric breaks
in yes or no. Pricks draw
the blood of million screams.

The moon catcher blights
himself. Flowers
pull up the roots. Nowhere to go.

The shadows close
the windows. You grope
in dark, searching the right
word or answer.

Don't turn your head.
Pathways are sinking.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 march 2021

A Dying Hymn

Your face had only the
eyes, when you flew backwards,
hovering like a humming bird.

There was no absolute,
hoisting the beheaded god.
In transience I will meet you
in air and shed the body.

In mouth-hole you put
all your wisdom, to bisect the
virgin house. Violence creeps into
the roses. They droop and bleed.

I will talk to burgundy-black
moon, not to leave footprints on
my face. My lips are going to
catch the stolen kisses.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 march 2021

Thousand Truths

Ah, this was the comfort of
defiance. You can
expunge the consonance.

You are not proving anything
except to play devious game,
with fossils. The lunacy
will hide you.

A thoughtless state comes
to exit. There is absolute stillness
in the busy bee suspended
in moonlight.

No awards. No flogging. What
you can give without seeking
any space? You cannot
eat your own progeny.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 march 2021

Breaking The Golden Leash

Float seamlessly in dark.
Come in my arms,
like a cloud―
like a moon.

The cult will live
on for eternity to
meet the challenger.

The objector had
the flatfoot. Will walk
overdressed.

In eerie silence―
an agile titan was going
to vilify himself.

Conscientiously I
wanted to feel you once
in my verses.

No virtue, no sin
was needed to come to
the lips of an abyss.


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RENATA

RENATA, 14 march 2021

nic o mnie nie wiesz

rozpaczliwie pragnąc miłości
tulę poduszkę aż do braku
krwi stapiającej się w wosk
pod spodem wczorajszego dnia

JA i TY niedomówienia niepewność
naszprycowanych miodem kłamstw
JA i TY taka porcelanowa kruchość
przeistacza się w wieczne MY

zapadamy się jakby ziemia była płaska
wzloty Dedala upadek Ikara
unieść się odfrunąć i runąć
przepraszam kochanie przepraszam
za te całe wspólne lata powstał dom
bez oddechu w rocznicę
gdzie ściera się początek z końcem


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RENATA

RENATA, 14 march 2021

niepewność

scałujesz pocałunkiem zacałujesz
fałsz kant obłudę
wystające nitki wątpliwej
jakości wątków z kącików ust

pożądania godny biust
i błysk w oku
w twoim kroku
najlepiej ogrzać myśli

cokolwiek zrobisz nie stracę
błyskawic przeszywających mózg
mógł sporadycznie na falach
odbierać łączność z Otellem
co powodowało wzrost tempa
temperatury między dwoma
pałeczkami szczęścia

zaglądając w rozgwiazdy
już wiesz że tylko z nią
na te połoniny wrzosowiska
dzikie krainy burz i miodu
zachłannie chcesz
by ciągle siedziała na twoim
kutasie unosząc płową grzywę włosów
rozrywany świat na kawałki

magia mydli oczy
a ty cipkę wystawiasz
długo żyję w niepewności
czy ktoś oprócz mnie
konia tam wstawia

głos słodki sugeruje
tylko do ciebie coś czuję
ale po co z innym esemesujesz
tak jakbyś chciała
zostawić furtkę na zapas

następne jutra sklejone
spermą lat lubieżnych
ekskluzywne pokazy
miłosnych praktyk
wyostrzają apetyt bardziej
niż słynna owa
zupa pomidorowa


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 march 2021

Without Envy

This command was
unpunishable.
I will not accept the defeat
from life.

You were mending the shoes,
of god. My vase had
broken. This is my burden,
I carry the body of a poem.

Waterfalls. I stand in
midstream. Throw my walking stick
in flowing stream. Will heal
the dead legs of a thought.

The belly is full of crickets.
No light. The unending muffled
trill. The pebbles fall in nightmares.
I seek the ending of blue marks.

The air fills the lungs with your prayers for me.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 march 2021

Blood Feud

In moonscape, a flower
remedy, enters the white
smoke of your eyes. An open―
house shuts.

The coal writes its name on
blue skin. We were slaves of our
own deeds. I want to go back to
my ancestors, to learn the clock.

Unheard the suicide of
a viper, eating its own venom.
The fat people will come in line―
to pay homage.

White caps and black caps in
thick silence, drink the empty glasses,
cutting the meat of the books―
and reading again the sky.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 march 2021

Asking Yourself

Exploring yourself―
with an ornate dagger,
to find the missing link.

My integrity was at
stake. From where did―
you start?

Bring the steel from
the sea, and loneliness
from the storm.

The beige sunset
would dare to go ahead
of the red moon.

Will you threaten a
small reply? The lips were
in the state of siege.

I will meet you
one day at distant dangers.
How far you will go with me?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 march 2021

Out Of Way

I do not know,
If it was a religious assault―
to meet god,
face to face―
when my poem was burning.

One tooth broken―
I cannot speak properly. But
my eyes will show my angst,
my unretrieved light
from a tunnel.

Who will find the sun, when
night was sick? And grievers
had gone to dig up a grave?

There was a meaningless pain,
in waiting. The poem was dead.

Day you are in, day you
are out. It was a beauty
to hear nothing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 march 2021

Coming Out In Dark

Starting a crush,
on the baby face moon.
Only half-sinned
by staying quiet.

Think straight.
If you don't spell out,
you will snap―
like the fallen blue angel.

Falling in arms. Space
was small. Ars poetica―
faulted. You feel―
luggage was heavy.

For a griever, it was
a long walk. In trance a
city lifts your pyre.
You refuse to burn alive.

Calling names in sleep.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 march 2021

Yourselves

A circle,
will not become complete,
without a center.

The peripheries
cannot be defined.

Why should we
become prisoners
of small gods?

The hope―
is a gift of unknown.

Take it.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 march 2021

Listening To Night

Walk warily.
You are in crisis zone.
Moon will not rise today.

*

A bare phenomenon
of shedding the
fears in dark.

*

Now you will confront
yourself
to take revenge.

*

Like nocturnal
flight of a bat, to find
the mate on plum.

*

Hangs a tale of
a squirrel, waiting
for a Buddha.


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Paweł Szkołut

Paweł Szkołut, 5 march 2021

Silence II

Silence
like the white infinite ocean
from the very first moment of creation
out of the primordial chaos.

The first tune of existence
and the only melody of tranquility
permeating all atoms,
the innermost depth pressed into the flower buds.

Silence
the endless background for music
and spoken words,
the primeval mother of all sounds, tones
and noises of this world,
- for the sounds of the swaying seas,
for cat's meditations and murmurs.

The omnipresent as extragalactic
cosmic background radiation.

Silence
the sister of eternity,
the principle for the harmony of the Universe.

The muteness of death,
calmness of Heaven,
first and last.

The pure form.
The fullness of the Word.
In which God dwells.

Silence
- have it in yourself

1984/2018


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RENATA

RENATA, 5 march 2021

księżniczka Hania

Zginęła śmiercią tragiczną
zabił ją potwór -matka

Miała zaledwie trzy latka
gdy odleciała dusza
po codziennych katuszach
strach płacz panika i kary
za spojrzenie sikanie w majtki

w ogóle za życie
za istnienie za bycie

Matko gniewu pełna
nie utulisz nie przytulisz
do kąta przegnasz
tłumaczysz matko
gdy bijesz tzw .klapsy
bo nie słucha kłamczucha
się nie stara ofiara
kara kara kara
za nocne moczenie
zimny prysznic da ukojenie

I ciągle stoisz pod zimnym prysznicem
mała księżniczko krzycząc rozpaczliwie
nie licz na potwora i jej przydupasa
on też nie raz wyciągnie pasa

Sąsiadka głośny płacz słyszała
policję ponoć na pomoc wezwała
psy powiedziały tłumacząc pani
tak funkcjonuje rodzina
śmiechem płaczem awanturami

"biję i nienawidzę mi też to robili
jestem z bidula mnie też bili
tłumaczy potwór ze zrytą psychiką
lecz kto zapłacze nad księżniczką

a ja myślę sobie w głowie
że na każdym rynku miejskim
niech będą dyby i pręgież
dla wiedżm i czarownic
co małym aniołkom krzywdę robią


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RENATA

RENATA, 5 march 2021

w pół do mnie

poszukując księcia trafiłam
na Ciebie ogarnąłeś mnie
wprowadzając w stan hipnozy

kawa i czekolada podarowana
smakowała kurewsko słodko
zlizuję fałsz cnotę i wstyd
aż stajesz się gotowy

a potem roztapiam się
roztapiam się pod twoimi palcami
jak księżniczka z czekolady


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 march 2021

Carelessly

Where will you go
when you are not right,
not wrong?

And train will not stop
at your station. You
have to wait till sunrise.

Half-mist, half-moon―
and the glass houses.
The rocks refuse to fly.

The consecrated dawn
on a silent street whispers.
The city was dead.

I sleep after the naked
assault. The black shirts
and the white shirts have no answer.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 march 2021

Secrets Of Unknown

Stone gods
envision the interface
between man and beast.

*

He sits with his
head sunk in knees.
Wants to become a painting.

*

A black piano
looks around for the
blind maestro.

*

He was fighting
with the shadows of ghosts
on walls.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 march 2021

Coming Out Of Asylum

Multiple hurts― and
you still want to live
in this dystopia.

The queue was
lengthening to catch up
with moon.

The gate man will talk
of an apocalypse.
The repeat flame, which
does not die in the presence
of sun.

The thoughts. Will they
ever stop in dark? The
moonlight gathering the ashes.

The erotica fails to
cast the net. You want to
collect the venom of desire
capping the end blues.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 march 2021

Wild Reflections

After a long journey
he wants to sit
under the moon.

*

Not calling home,
he wanted to cross
the religion.

*

There was no clearing―
of subterranean fears.
I have accepted the mats.

*

In boiling water
why did you jump
to save the fish?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 march 2021

Faint Viberations

I want to be
eloquent, with myself―
to write a poem.

*

Do you have
a clean blade
as pure as a plum?

*

Not enough
were the seeds,
for green fingers.

*

A grivever―
comes back, to undo
the guilt of others.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 february 2021

Displacing The Milestones

Talking of myths,
in dichotomy of grace―
when somebody said that
the facts were loose truths.

Your faith slumbers―
when you are awake. And
you, my door of night, will
wear the tears of dawn.

Not sharing the loneliness,
when I was dispensing the
laughs amidst the grief
of hills. The trees, the slopes
and seeds― that will never bear
the fruits.

And there, I did't want
to celebrate my unwritten epitaph
after completing the life
of falls.

And the neighborhood still
sleeps when I decide to walk away
towards the dark.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 february 2021

Are You There

The wheels.
I decide to abandon―
the home.

*

The pain of darkness
returns. Wax
drips from a taper.

*

A sickle moon―
stirs,
my religion.

*

Deep anguish,
after the taste of
your own blood.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 february 2021

Undestined

This was an illegal kill
between you and me.
I will abdicate―
my headstone.

The black eyes keep on staring
at the orange wings.
Butterflies presage
the quake's qualms.

Very unsettled, I was,
against the odds. I was trying
to figure out my―
new passage.

Slaughtered with a sickle,
a faith lies―
bleeding, I bring out the
cannabis for peace.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 february 2021

Crossroads

At crisis of
inquiry, you search
the questions.

Life throws up a savage violence.
Bruising our psychies
we try to know each other.

At the end of the road,
we try to start a conversation.
There was a huge presence―
of some unseen force.

Much ado, looking
through each other. Would
you call me again?

Let there be a brutal
confession. I take back
my words and rewrite a poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 february 2021

Proving False

News runs faster
than the sun. It is
dark already.

You have started arresting
the shadows. I was still
talking to a rose.

Let's go somewhere. Where
no war cries are heard
for a day.

How many, will you―
count the dead? Each mortal
wants to go home.

The postcards, don't
arrive from the front
anymore.

Will you take my message
by the severed head.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 february 2021

Dragging The Clouds

And my love, when do we talk
of wilderness
and daisy blooms?

The snakeskin-
twirls, and I watch the
wriggling night moving away.

I swallow the
empty words. They are not
heavy and no concoction.

The body and desires.
I have let then slip away,
my dreams, my knocks.

Against the dying of
blueberries in your eyes,
I will not wash the stains.

The curve of umbilicus
still remembers the dazzling
fall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 february 2021

A Broken Chain

A dumb copy of me.
You were done for.
Sometimes the design goes awry.

Ptosis. You are called for―
a fall. But you refuse
to die.

You survive the clouds, the
first moon, the brown eyes.
Me before the sun.

Let us take a risqué humor.
Forget each other
and become strangers.

One intentional error.
Honey, honey, honey.
Bees ready to fly away.

The shrine of a flier.
Where it was?
I was searching the sea.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 february 2021

Emotional Resonance

Sorcery comes handy
when you start
beheading the sunflowers.

The mountain goes bald,
qualifies for the
murder. I set a bronze-

lover on the pedestal to
arrest the muffled
voices, coming from silent cries.

The grace was missing
from the artifacts, you pluck
from the freezing lips.

Stones are falling.

Millions of words.

No meaning.


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 19 february 2021

Simple Observation 153 - If we could only....

If we could only remember the past clearly and reflect on it a little more
we may learn certain things, to help us now, from what we did before.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 19 february 2021

Quatrain 164 - The rivers of the world....

The rivers of the world all tend to flow toward the sea
and the love of the lover with the beloved longs to be.
In merging and uniting our sense of separateness disappears
and that feeling of oneness experienced removes all our fears.
___________________________


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 19 february 2021

On Social Distancing and Self Isolation

These days there's so much emphasis
on social distancing and self isolation
it seems the authorities are taking a
hint from me with all of that regulation.
Though it's obvious to note we're told
to do it because of the corona virus;
well, it just so happens I've been doing
that for years, without all of the fuss.
But, whether we like to admit it or not
all people carry with them their own
type of contagious something or other
defining their life by which it's known.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 19 february 2021

Better Off From The Start

We'd all be so much better off from the start
if we attained to a clean mind and pure heart
'cause they work together well but not so apart
and our lives would end up being a work of art
finished by an accomplished artist at their craft
who'd also be highly regarded prior to the draft
on a blank canvas of our life's unfolding drama
without anything to hinder the superb panorama.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 19 february 2021

Backyard Cemetery

In the confines of the house's backyard
there are no marked graves at all to see
but an attempt will be made by this bard
to relate according to personal memory
of some creatures buried therein to be.

Over the course of many years gone by
various creatures have been laid to rest
in the soil of the yard's ground to comply
with an improvised simple funeral blest
by a short little prayer to end their quest.

There were a couple of cats it is recalled
one of them was within the property born
though with the other memory has stalled
which is not surprising and hardly forlorn
to blame or point at with a finger of scorn.

Then there were also a few local birds
mainly sparrows that were regularly fed
which flew all around and dropped turds
being a little distressing to find any dead
some due to after eating crumbs of bread.

They were preyed upon by neighbors' cats
and left for dead when they were disturbed
in their instinctual appetite that included rats
when by humankind were scared and curbed
due to their wild nature's feast so perturbed.

Then on occasion also mice would run free
which were seen coming through the fence
and when at times chased scurried up a tree
where they would hurry to get away thence
a similar burial applied if found dead hence.

It'd be so incomplete here not to mention
all those spiders and insects that had died
in some way or other due to a pretension
that their annoying habitual nature implied
to be poisoned or squashed in their stride.

They have all been buried in the backyard
in various places there that are not marked
laid to rest in the ground either soft or hard
under where others had roamed and barked
in the distant past after they were all carked.
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 february 2021

One Black Summer

I break myself
today, angry with me,
for small things.

Not able to finish
the track, I will sell now―
my dreams.

How do I turnaround,
to seek my aching legs,
for the fear of climb?

The call of the peaks,
in deep ocean,
for an asylum?

Why did it happen to
unhappen, when you were
fighting like a lynx with fate?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 february 2021

What Else Does It Mean

You did not tell me―
what did you want?

Departure was sad,
unceremonious, escaping
an epitaph.
My legs become heavy.

Unthinkingly, you
write on the wall with foggy hands.
The silhouettes tremble.

Who will break this
infernal cycle of reincarnation?
That means, we should redefine
the death.

Nonetheless
a creed is born.

You walk on the burning coals
to pick up the poppies,
a gift of torn love.


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