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Satish Verma, 20 october 2019
Off The Tangent
To foil the pride of
initiating the blasts;
there was a terror watch―
to share a common link
of violence.
And speak I will, for the
grains, for the grass,
in the endless search
for the peace.
The obsessed autism
illustrates the bipolar.
Light and darkness―
alternating.
A thought poetry, in
quantum physics, makes
a sacrifice. It will
not look back.
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Satish Verma, 19 october 2019
A Nondescript Night
The quality drops. You
look at the sky.
A juvenile moon was
following us.
The intention was not very
clear. To shake off the tail,
we went behind the bushes―
to understand ourselves.
The ennui was taking a
big toll. The roots were becoming
robotic. Cannot negotiate an issue.
Seedless, you cannot
impregnate. No thoughts―
no poems.
But then the life has so
many giggles.
You can start reading a murder.
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Satish Verma, 18 october 2019
Appropriatly Speaking
No use, running after the scent
of the hounded animal.
The cat was dead.
You cannot travel beyond the sound.
Your presence was noted―
in a particle only.
In the blurred image of a paper
you may exist, may not.
But I am alone. What was life?
An unheard script handed down
by unseen hand?
Sugar curtains and salt-water:
you cannot stand the acrimony
of the pair standing nonchalanty.
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Satish Verma, 16 october 2019
Forces Unseen
He was slated to become
godless, without engaging―
the nature.
The violence continues
in every joint, after an ego clash
in fractured body.
A blood carnival, between
divine and the beast, paying
the debt of earth.
The decadence. Let it be.
Becoming beautiful
in great decline.
The dice has been thrown.
A chance to meet―
the death after the duel.
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Satish Verma, 15 october 2019
Flawless
Like walking on coal dump
coming of age.
Magnifying the blackness
of a miner's hands.
Excavating a long burrow
to feed the pain.
A muffled cry and you
locate a bound sea.
A clear moon was rising
as a witness to this atrocity.
A classic dance of an
angry god to show the presence.
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Satish Verma, 14 october 2019
Cross Beams
A quest for negativity
after becoming apolitical.
The moon was marginalized,
when you lighted your―
earthen lamp under the
holy basil.
At night the demons
begin the assaults to
make the milk dirty.
The bluebird descends
in the dream to pick up
the elders for a wreath.
I am not going to cross
the river in flames.
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Satish Verma, 13 october 2019
Did Not We Cry?
Ash and smoke.
I am fever, not becoming
any sound.
Like a lichen, a mycorrhiza
on damp soil,
unfound by light.
Thriving in airless
dark. Will not see the cool―
moon of summer night.
There was no key
to find the invisible.
A random poem will see.
Your painted body
in blue scars, still
remembers the fallen roof.
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Satish Verma, 12 october 2019
Bloodless Eyes
The fresco had started
peeling off. I was―
searching for my ancestors.
The walls had the secrets
buried deep in the bricks―
when they were baked.
Few abandoned poems,
some fakes and counterfeits
and many masks.
A dynasty speaks of
the grieving world without any―
remorse. I do not arrive.
A birthday present for the new
generation, a bronzed
face with glazed eyes looking beyond gravity.
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Satish Verma, 11 october 2019
Renunciation
The bifurcation―
was complete.
A fire baby―
and a weird ritual.
Criticality was redundant,
once I knew your gender.
Reeking of timelessness
in zero hour.
You fly the balloons―
from the ruins.
I scraifice a tree
for you, with
a shrill cry―
falling mid-flight.
White moon had
become very harsh.
I will bring honey
for night.
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Satish Verma, 9 october 2019
The Seeker
Skin bleached in moon,
you prepare yourself tonight to hit the mystry,
of a recipient. The days are
tattooed on your body. The hands become claws.
A terrorist, becomes a canine,
biting blood-hot.
Like the opal, in a slow stream
of light, displaying the pisces around your―
eyes, swimming. There is no
money left to bring the milk of blue pain.
A physical contact via moon,
would you talk to me after the glorious sunset?
O, multiheaded cobra,
which of your hood is going to strike me
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Latest comments:
19 october 2019
milena
przypalasz ogniem, bardzo mi się to podoba;
19 october 2019
Yaro
masz rację
19 october 2019
Janusz Józef Adamczyk
absolutnie każdym! Pozdrawiam
19 october 2019
alt art
tukej wieszczyłeś; chociaż jeżeli chodzi
19 october 2019
zapomniał o spacji..
19 october 2019
bo muszą być jakieś stałe kosmiczne, co definiują
19 october 2019
człowiek niezasadnie wielką literą..
19 october 2019
słyszałem już o pięknej chorobie, a nawet
19 october 2019
żartowałem; no przecie wiem, że naciskał,
19 october 2019
supełek.z.mgnień
Jakie kolory! Piękne.
19 october 2019
U tak małych dzieci, wydają się ogromne. :)
19 october 2019
Dziękuję. I, pozdrawiam.
20 october 2019
Satish Verma
19 october 2019
bielebny
19 october 2019
Satish Verma
18 october 2019
Jaga
18 october 2019
supełek.z.mgnień
18 october 2019
Haku Tsuru
18 october 2019
Satish Verma
17 october 2019
bielebny
17 october 2019
wiesiek
16 october 2019
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