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poetry
Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 june 2021

Midnight Happening

You never forget
the fat preemie.
A perfect revenge of the curse―
at ungiving.


Streaking in
snow, when it
was frighteningly dark.

The moon-bathed
body of the thumb king
running without feet.

How would you―
climb, the black hills
of desire in tragic land
of skulls?

The living god was to
become a marbled statue.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 june 2021

How Much Does It Matter

You were not choosing
the right words, being reticent
for a seasoned yes.

The hurts of intimate
symphonies― don't bleed.
Only scars were left in triangles.

The chilled morality
of summer stream, was eating
away the banks of amnesties.

It was a sublime touch
of unseen fingers moving into
the trees and sky of dark spaces.

Days were slipping
away. I cannot put my
memories on flame.

There were explosions
on the crossroads.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 june 2021

What Renunciation

Would you bear the cost
of peace, if there was
no war, no country, no
personal gods?

We are not talking about―
a retropain of recent past.
It was there when we―
started walking, and
discovered a superhuman being.

The crowd swells every day, and
a new religion crops up
every now and then.

There was no fatal crash.
It makes you rich overnight.
The money grows―
from the barrel of the gun.

I refuse to celebrate the victory.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 june 2021

Unceremoniously

Your algorithm
has failed.
There were colossal mistakes.

It brings back
the memories of
counting on the fingers.

A moon, a river
and a night, had
fallen in love for ever.

Why not a langur
should now be
declared a person?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 june 2021

Captive Of Conscience

You shut to it―
the window, on watching
a row of walking stones
without feet.

Pouting,
scowling―
in a mile of tears.

(A pink lotus spills
the colors on water)

Let me talk
to my wilderness. The
script was incomplete
in shadows of greyhounds.

You crawl on the grass to find a four-leaf clover.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 june 2021

The Dialogue Continues

My logic
was not a part of belief.

The answer you proffered is
not, what it was
supposed to be.

The question sits like a
butterfly on my chest.

It was a sham exercise
to wipe out the dirt from the eyes.

Life, death and the
unknowing are the failures
of man.

I am ready to repatriate
my end from the noose, for
not accepting the award.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 18 june 2021

Dumpster Blues

the leavings of a past

the maw
of this monster
remained wide open was
ready to gulp down the morsels
of my

recall
a chipped coffee
stained mug a squeaky chair
an old vcr that almost
always

worked a
half full or half
empty jar of royal
blue quink ink that my thirsty pens
would miss

among
the debris and
treasures that ended down
the gullet of the thirty yard
beast as

brandon
the young dumpster
handler pushed the rear gate
shut with a clang draped its top with
a net

trapping
all inside for their
final journey to the
the gehenna of things in the

belly
of the metal
behemoth leaving me
with my memories behind and
forlorn//

renato
friday 18 june 2021


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 june 2021

After The First Moon

Reigniting blood moon,
I have come to
seek my abdication.

After a long haul of
dark clouds, I come face to
face with my failures.

My experiments with faith
and disbeliefs did not help
to understand the mysterious self.

Now the significant hurts have
become my strength, accepting
the challenge of changed winds.

I meet you O god―
midway, one day to
settle the scores.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 june 2021

Inauthentically?

Sperms and legacy.
You scream for the justice
for the space between words
and sentences.

I don't want to be separated
from my half-eaten moon.

Without a dance
your anklets have broken into songs.

Someone commands me―
to sacrifice my pen.

Hallucinatory- be seduced for the sake of fashion.

In anguish I watch
the terror was becoming a religion.

Do you hear the voices
coming from the crypts?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 june 2021

Pardon My Darkness

You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying
around.

There was a tacit understanding―
enacted,
interceding with―
a lasso. The baked silence
always stares at you.

I have no praise,
no condemnation for anyone.

Inevitably you suck the moon,
your thumb,
your blood.

A poem falls on the ground
to breathe again.


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Wiadomsky

Wiadomsky, 14 june 2021

Sticky notes

shards of you
like sticky notes
attached to every
single piece of me

I fold them into
paper airplanes
instead of writing
letters in my head

I'll just wait here
among broken dreams
scattered around
one more eternity

for your never


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 june 2021

In Penitence

Unceremoniously―
you blow off the earthen lamp
after the night vigil.

Still stranger
to dark, you start self-destruction
in holy violence.

Was there any life
before death? You encounter
the crucified truth.

Now you wear the blue lake
to meet the moon―
in a forlorn sky.

I let you see
the falling star. It's heat
had savaged me.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 june 2021

Bioluminescence

Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree―
for a relationship.

For my sake don't take a
downside, my liberalism
will suffer.

Killed in your own house
by lightning, have you
ever heard of self-immolation?

Let's make it simple.
Take it from the giver,
what he never had― and
don't ask the price.

Your eyes again befell
a giant. How would you live
without the fireflies?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 june 2021

To Man

The city was going to
fall. An earthquake?
A flood? No it is war.

Money making and
crime. Two things are
left in my coffer.

Man made had
become better thing than
god made.

Mars sends another
image, of this side―
of the man's earth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 june 2021

Gleanings

Autumn moon―
in full grace. I have
come out to say hello.

*

Everything was in
order. A stunned silence.
The cuckoo gives a long call.

*

Long ago, such
was the night. I
wrote my first poem.

*

My innocence,
intact― I still feel
my stupidity.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 june 2021

Et Tu?

Like half-brother
moon was following me.
Tonight the dethroning commences
on the murderous hills
of faith.

You grab a snowcloud
to refuse what you would be.
The animal that lives
in you has become silvery haired.
There was a terror of being isolated.

Earth was dying in me.
A bloodied machete―
travels across the lands,
riding on the tears, screams
and disembodied peans.

Lifting a sacred book
the hand trembles involuntarily.
Is it the homicide of bright sun?
Et tu, O man?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 june 2021

The Jealous War

It was very edifying.

When you shut the mouth of
the oppressed―
the mass grave speaks.

The widow was still mourning,
after the causality of my belief,
my psyche, my rights.

You don't make me, then
how can you break? What
was the height of fall,
will you let me know?

The volatile words are now
losing their import. No
real, only cosmetic display.

Let the celebration of
bold death begin.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 june 2021

Mode Of Dying

Brutal. Another lover
too. Four-letter words kill.
A self deception begins.
You shut up in yourself.

From meaningless trivia you
want to extract peace.

The leather was becoming feminist.

You can eat your partner
if conflict increases.

Will you like to read Camus
again? Especially- The Myth of Sisyphus?

The humming birds are
disappearing. No trumpet shaped flowers.

Half-naked in beachdress―
a truth was swept away.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 june 2021

Scissor Hold

I don't want any applause.
Think. think on
what I have to say.

The morgue is full. Still
the bodies were arriving, of
all the dead innocents.

The son, daughter, mother and
father and grands.
What rituals you want to do―

to honour the departed, or
praise the killers?
The rigged notes on paper speak of mendacity.

Between the primates, man
was becoming the beast.
The stone, sculptor and ghost are one.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 june 2021

After The Stampede

The dusk panics.
Molten ash stings, bearing
you down. Your enemy had penetrated
very deep.

Your pride shrinks.
Infinite pains from moonlit streets
climb up the palm trees
to count the dead.

You can not arbitrate in disputes
of wind and flags.

The night rolls down on the
battered past. Your face becomes
a broken clock.

Color-blind, you will never―
know the green recital
of the spokesman.


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RENATA

RENATA, 3 june 2021

wpuszczona w kanał

podpisała cyrograf dla wyjętego z serca
wolność trwała 25sek
zaczęła nowe z kawalerem

słodyczy miód wylewał się z ust
gruszki na wierzbie rosły
z apetytem nadziewał ją na ruszt
sielanka
potem ślub
łup łup łup
cwaniaczek bo się rozpłaczę

tylko że on chce
dziecko dziecko dziecko
rys jest wiele
największa z portfelem
więc aniele
moje twoje dzielmy mnóżmy
i na stół wyłóżmy

także obiad ten niedzielny
wniebowzięta gotowała
to koszty straty i zyski
do podziału miała

a jak nie to synalek do mamy
a żona do kąta
zamknięta w śmierdzącej celi
czy można ją wyleczyć
bo ona mimo jego wyzywania
wciąż jest na etapie zakochania


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 june 2021

Una Corda

This was not physical.
Which part of your psyche,
I would touch?

Sometimes you swing
without a rope. A chasm
appears, then vanishes.

Blindfolded you open
a death door to see the fall.
The deep pain bifurcates.

The distance was increasing
between clouds. A crack
of light burns the dark. Animals
awake.

You remember a yawn
of cosmos. Someone becomes a fever,
high as sun, in earthen heart.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 june 2021

Eyesores

A wreath of skulls
you want to hang on the wall.

I don't want to
lose the skin.
The land was bleeding.

Mars mission. A very
lonely flight, pulls me down.

Do you have a
pearl knife?
Small talisman, you used to wear
when you were a child
to ward off the evil spirits.

A buttonless chest. The map
you drew on the torso was tense.
The woods were nowhere. Only
the dry sands.

I wanted to make a slit in the stone,
to release the holy water,
but it was only tears―


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 june 2021

Rumblings

You hide behind the words.
It was my priviledge
to start the fire.

Looking at the bare moon
in black sky,
you open the blue veins―

to explore the anatomy of
pain. Sometimes you want
to suffer in the hands of impossible.

Life wants its share of death,
when you were playing autumn,
frightening the lantern.

A nameless breeze offers
the whiff of a musk deer,
that lost the tree for scent-marking.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 may 2021

Voices In Dark

I should not have been
there, where I am now.
The destiny was unscrupulously quiet.

Time goes in suspension
when I don't see you in me.

Flaunting the assets
of dwarf generation, you
kill the galaxy of stars brazenly.

Paraplegia. You break
the eggs in air to touch the placentae.

Twirled. I ask
the question, when your lips
will drown in stoned Buddha?

Out of reach, the honeybees
fly towards the virgin trees.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 may 2021

What One Knows

Catching a glimpse
of moon―
in velvety October.

*

You collect a beetle
fossil. Then
man was learning to walk.

*

Same faces
in newspaper daily,
wearing me out.

*

Self-adoration
rocks the earth.
Journey to sleep begins.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 may 2021

A Dream Turns Into Desperation

Half acting you take
the broom for the journey
of doom.

In human odor, you find
a secret sin. In stampede
you may walk on the fallen bodies.

Between me and my, you
stand squeezing the lines
in holy script. There was no dogma.

Your image overwhelms
the prayers, insulting the
future of man.

Like amber encased,
parasitism, comes alive
with mass execution.


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RENATA

RENATA, 28 may 2021

Idealni

Piękni i bez skazy
te zdjęcia na instagramie
opowiadają sielankę
jaka to rodzina szczęśliwa
a garze bigos z kaszanką

ona zdała se sprawę pewnego ranka
że to pozory
on kogoś ma
on bez kochanki jest chory

ona ta żona piękna jak aktorka
markowo obleczona
zrozumieć nie potrafi
że ten cud miód złoty mąż
w łóżku leży jak kłoda
nieczuły i udaje pracoholika
gdy tymczasem
pojawia się i znika jakby tylko
chciał zmienić garnitur

kiepskie relacje
chociaż złoto z kont kapie
i po tych wszystkich
śniadaniach i obiadach
rodzina się rozpada

a przecież wokół
motyli trzepot
z każdym dniem
zmierza ku zagładzie


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RENATA

RENATA, 28 may 2021

Idealni

Piękni i bez skazy
te zdjęcia na instagramie
opowiadają sielankę
jaka to rodzina szczęśliwa
a garze bigos z kaszanką

ona zdała se sprawę pewnego ranka
że to pozory
on kogoś ma
on bez kochanki jest chory

ona ta żona piękna jak aktorka
markowo obleczona
zrozumieć nie potrafi
że ten cud miód złoty mąż
w łóżku leży jak kłoda
nieczuły i udaje pracoholika
gdy tymczasem
pojawia się i znika jakby tylko
chciał zmienić garnitur

kiepskie relacje
chociaż złoto z kont kapie
i po tych wszystkich
śniadaniach i obiadach
rodzina się rozpada

a przecież wokół
motyli trzepot
z każdym dniem
zmierza ku zagładzie


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 may 2021

Mesmerized

You open me up
like an envelope without
a knife. No blood spills.

Like arriving from Auschwitz,
you embrace all my skins,
my incompleteness.

I would know, you
are coming down from the
attic to meet the unknown stranger.

Goosefoots. You are
crawling, hugging the remorse―
a clear submission anonymously.

Wrapped up, I give
you my heart, still throbbing
without the rib cage. The
night brings the red moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 may 2021

Different Views

On the canvas,
I was drawing only the feet―
in run.
No heads, no torsi.

Was it a dark vision,
when you found the inert bodies,
crowding the summit?

Primates had already devised
the sponge, to gather up
the answers.

Geraniums become blind―
after their involvement,
in sorcery.

Making an inventory of
fugitives, no body was left at
home, when fire broke out.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 may 2021

Small Thoughts

Ah, it was not a diamond
ring. In your palm was sitting
a god, watching you disintegrate.

Your hands, tell the
agony of lifting darkness, when
the full moon was rising.

The author speaks.
Not the ink, about the nomadic words
which have come to bleed on paper.

Tortured leaves of―
autumn are gathering to celebrate,
this side of the fall.

Like attaining the liberation
of sea urchins, reaching
the table to sip water.

There was no saliva.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 may 2021

A Window Burns

Mind-set of fractured
faith, falters.
Now you want to ignore the god.

The bald cypress
hides the buttress roots.
Eagle was flying very low.

The clouds speak
in favor of sky. You cannot
heal the sun's wounds.

Flames are mine.
You burn the poppies to
float the arrogance.

Half burnt-out letters
of a lover, make a glory
of withdrawal of summer.


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RENATA

RENATA, 23 may 2021

pępowina

Upatrzyła stłamsiła zniszczyła
decydowała umawiała za mnie żyła
a na starość opiekę Ci dać muszę
zająć się matką to słuszne
podczas gdy ja się czuję
zmęczoną życiem staruszką

biadolisz
odganiając moje miłości
dla Twojej choroby

świętej
ponad wszystko
oblepiona pępowiną
matki manipulantki
obudz się obudz
zbita z pantałyku
byle nie z ręku w nocniku

tam nakazuje tu czegoś zabrania
życiem moim kieruje
decyzje podejmuje

co jestem warta
istota z wolności odarta
daj żyć po swojemu pupilkowi
daj trochę prywatności
matko

pępowinę odetnij
nim śmierć przyjdzie


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RENATA

RENATA, 23 may 2021

wieczór panieński

panienko zaszalej
wina sobie nalej
to najwyższy czas
bo to ostatnie chwile
panienką być jak motylek
wolna zwiewna mądra

i ten wynajęty striptizer żigolak
tańcząc rozbiera cały świat
ostatnia szansa
wino pić pójść z nim tańczyć
zaszaleć po raz ostatni
z umiarem panienko z umiarem
bo MIŁOŚC już wybrałaś
suknię przyniosą z welonem
i zostaniesz JEGO żoną


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RENATA

RENATA, 23 may 2021

wieczór kawalerski

Nocna męska wyprawa
potem świetna zabawa
laski kręcą tyłkami
a Ty chciałbyś między cyckami
wciąż trwać
błogosławiony między kawalerami
tylko do jutra

wóda leje się strumieniami
to kawalera pożegnanie
tyle dziewczyn w Tobie się kochało
tyle dziewczyn w tyle zostało

Ty Tę jedną już wybrałeś
niby na wieki ale czy amen
MĘżem mój drogi zostaniesz


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 may 2021

Going Blind

Seething with agony.
Unsinned―
the creatures were asking for
human rights.

Tracing the spiritual odyssey.
You have landed in a
volcano pit, looking for
the first autumn.

Smudgeless you walk in a
coal mine. It plunks. There
were spots in the sun. Bragging
was coming to the fore.

I am closing the book, not
to read again the drooling
script. Ages were harvesting
the tunnels.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 may 2021

See-Through

Consensual chemistry―
you were entwined with
a dervish.

Banana grove. A breather
for upside downs. Moons falling
from the sky.

A body sails.

You start wooing, clean
and genteel autumn―
for undisputed courtesy.

The fear of bliss. You
have a death wish. Empty chair.
You will not come back.

I think this is poetry.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 may 2021

Moody Effect

When you were you,
me picked up the words-
you did't say.
You stir up a verse,

incendiary enough-
to start the chakras of sorrow.

Why to believe in
reincarnation, when carnations
in your eyes won't die.

A bloodbath for
believing in nothingness-
of innocence in the folds of time.

The seeds were in mode
of dispersal, of hate
and insults.The crowds were thinning.

A strange thing was going to happen.
Dark sky would descend
randomly to capture the speed.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 may 2021

Pure Mundanity

It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god
of dreams, there was
no paradise.

You had become an alien
to your body. Split scenarios.
A fight going on―
between two selves.

Every morn, a shock comes,
a revelation pops up. You
fall, a victim of civil war―
in surprise.

The headlights on, you
were driving straight into
the bright sun to burn
your wings.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 may 2021

In Stillness

A long night―
unending was,
the wait for the sickle moon.

Midnight,
shooting stars―
you are still breathing?

Doleful cry―
of the crickets. Why
the rain has stopped?

I was talking―
to the clouds
for a favor.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 may 2021

Trying To Sleep

For a lake feel
to find the four-leaf clover
grazing your absence.

But the road does not run.
And I cannot reach
the wicked rapture.

Where the gray sky
meets the water's shadow
every wave weeps for the moon.

Like a dragonfly skimming
the import, floats on the
dampened page of life.

You will not be able to sleep
in this full moon.
The pilgrim hawk was flying
very low.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 may 2021

The Will

When I asked you to
drop the millstone―
a bunch of dreams,
you wanted to move away from sun.

Building melatonin,
after visiting the shrine―
in dark. The deity has
started taking a both.

Helium― the noble gas.
How high will it take you,
in a balloon, which was rising
towards the Mars?

Crashed. I break into
pieces of terra cotta. I don't
want to leave the earth. Spread
my ashes on the beach.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 may 2021

Destructiveness

You were comfortable,
when you abused in native speech.
After the conviction,
there was smoke and ash.

Bring down the white plumes
from the volcano's crater,
and begin the swan song
for the sake of vanishing grace.

It is my turn now to
walk in penumbra, wrapping
off the dark core of human mind
and give a prelude to matephors.

Below the wings, the
trapped wind lifts the fallacy
of a fall when you were
already buried in a shadowless flesh.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 may 2021

This Summer

The candle burns
your thumb.Night will
not contain the light.

How you will write
the beginning of a tragic tale,
when you don't know the end?

Your voice was buried
in the soundscape of howling winds.
No star was ready to lift the veil.
The shadows of unseen are legthening.
I cross your boundaries
to know my destiny.

The woods are smouldering
without sparks..My fingers are
singed and feet blackened.The unknown path
will receive your footprints
and you would start seeing
in the rage of night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 may 2021

The Wasted Charm

Another―
frozen relationship
between man and beast,
you want to thaw.

The god,
had become uglier
after throwing you―
in pit. Disbelief debates―

why to find the logic?
I wanted to become a period―
after commas and parentheses.
Who was great?

Nobody comes forward―
when you are beheaded amidst
the crowd, which goes into the
applause of life time.


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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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