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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 august 2019

Predictions

The hunger was scouring
each house― in utopia―
daring you to open the door.

Weavers were ready for―
the moment― of encounter―
to spin the corona.

As if an asteroid was heading
towards the silent ariel,
to destroy its integrity.

Beyond good and bad, there
was an effigy of a designer―
in dancing mode.

It was a jinx in your
speed. You would not climb on a
walk without a rope.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 august 2019

The Dumps

The words had started to fail me.
There was always an ‘if'―
before every war of hunger.

The candlewick has burned
out. I am collecting the―
wax from the eyes.

Wrapped agony, now lifts
the dead bird from the
rose bushes.

The frosted god
will melt to bare a
black stone.

I am not luck
I am not the future.
You know where this path leads into?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 august 2019

Why A Poem

Unfazed you stand in―
a drizzle, to locate the
moon nestling in clouds.

The speed of bite was fatal,
showing the movement
of incompleteness.

I searched the identity―
of one anonymous, who
had fathered an illegitimate eunuch.

I wanted to make a
confession, looking at the
blue sky, about my waywardness.

The crazy thing of mixing
the flowers, winds, moon and birds
with serious chores of life.

Unmistakingly a poem.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 august 2019

Be The Human

Not giving or taking.
I will share you―
in water.

Believing was not significant.
I was holding you
to implode.

Not your words, not
my script, will translate
the thumbprint.

A time comes, when
you become your own father,
to carve out the pure truth.

The duality bothers
a lot. You want to convert
the myriad into one.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 august 2019

For The Heritage

For the beasts and men,
a transition will not work.
This was explicit cap―
the polar ice was melting.

He will not take the slights
for the moon. He will
not go far from the eyes
of stars.

Not enough, the astringent
microbes were peeling off
your mask. Sometimes you want
a frugal strangulation.

Incredible. The words
were making a mound, out―
of the space, left by
the departed fever.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 august 2019

Taking The Odds

An amniotic fluid initiates
the moon to the thunderstorm―
as you climb the tide.

Like a stag― opening the
summer, browsing on
the daisies.

It takes sometime
to sink. This was―
the peacock hour.

A finch will land―
on my shoulder and
look into my eyes, ritualizing it.

The glow was real
in your hair,
borrowed from the sun.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 august 2019

New Invasion

Nestling in the arms of
blue sky, a young moon was asking
the questions―like the pages of moth-eaten
book― why did the blood ties
are ripped apart with the passage of time?

Of the same poles, at the
axis of rotation― two celestial bodies―
would not come near each other?

Following the heels of the
hunter, a small dog star sniffs at
the earth, a pale blue existence?

The entropion overwhelms. The
lashes were scarring the
vision?

The all was not one. I am
still standing at the gate,
bleeding like sun.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 august 2019

Old Maxims

This was a twisted ladder
for reduction of poverty,
which climbs the steps during
methane breach.

An absent presence will
snatch away, your unconscious
surrender. The scent had
made a wall of its own.

A summer fall incites the
book makers. The naming was
a secret bet. The dead will
never recall the skeletons.

Spawning an army of robots,
will you go to the volcano mount
to offer a living bait?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 august 2019

No Demagogue

This was not a witch
or witchcraft, striking
a pose to entice the sleep.

The grass will not―
listen the earthly
eavesdropping on moon.

Some extra neutral
wine for a resilient poet
who will refuse to die.

My color was not black
nor white. It had the
golden hue.

Your nails were very sharp
digging for a *Digambra
on my bare chest.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 august 2019

Dog Days

Why do I give you the bliss―
of my poverty?
The burden of asking, was light.

Not like the unquenchable
thirst of a desert. I will be a
night blooming cereus.

In exile, I will remember
your sky, tying the stars in
my poems, to recall your shades
when the moon moves away.

The sunlight throws the voiceless
profiles of clouds, motionless
suspended, waterless― dead.

There is no traffic, no history
of any scandles. The corners of
my prayer book have―
become dog-eared.

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Other poems: Predictions, The Dumps, Why A Poem, Be The Human, For The Heritage, Taking The Odds, New Invasion, Old Maxims, No Demagogue, Dog Days, Sting's Betrayal, A Fracas Goes On, Sheer Expanse Of Tragedy, Frost Was Setting In, Matter Of Fate, Blood Stained, Vendetta, It Was Not Vicious, About Unhappenings, It Was Distressing, Speaking Stones, Holed Up, Times Are Changing, Till The Ceremony, After Meeting God, Seeking Carefully, Confronting The Unknown, Violence In A Cup, The Prairie Wool, Self-Effacement, What Hospice, The Daphnia, The Rarest Thing, An Awakening, Cracked Open, The Benevolence, Skirting The Book, A Space, A Dot, A Line, Through The Ashes, A Riddle Unsolved, Again A Sheep Walk, A Discreet Failure, Future Tense, Crash-Landing, The Sorcery, After Meeting God, It Kills It Kills, Gold Coins, Negation Of What, Karmic Influence, Against Nobody, A Paragon, The Right Moment, Toxicity, Take Up Your Book, Irony Of Gist, Earth Is Moving, Night’s Song, His Or Her Majesty, Resemblance, Where The Road Ends, Virtually Untrue, Change Of Life, No Message, Will You Leave Me?, Scattered Thoughts, No Saviour, Self-Portrature, The Dancing Tale, The Dancing Tale, Unbegotten, Rising Rage, No Love Song, After The Snow Storm, I Am Not Afraid, Sheared Off, Faraway, A Sombre Moon, Reconciled, Tempestuous, Unheavenly, Kryptos, Decision, Walking Small Feet, A Noble Life, Sailing On Peaks, Battered Faith, Karyotyping, Returning Your Message, Reverberations, No Snobbery, Prophesying, Always A Thunder, After The Snow Storm, Negation Of What?, Drowning My Faith, Quick-Eyed, Quick-Eyed, Difficult Choice, A Revival, Innumerable, The Secular Ethics, Animal Kingdom, Last Freedom, All Said, I Demand, The Great Decline, Beware Of The Peaks, Debating Point, Circles, Golden Afternoon, Arresting The Tides, Partition, Spelling Out, Sulking Alone, Strange Dreams, The Time, Fake Encounters, Not Invoking, Fangs Open, Exasperation, Caged Bird, Scalding Me, The Vinegar Test, Between The Accidents, No Hatred, Civil Resistance, To Full Moon, Path Between The Nights, The Otherside, Homage To Unknown, A Massive Withdrawl, Intensity Of A Flame, Back To Savagery, Hurting Myself, The Undefined, The Days Of Agony, Generously, Your Half-Open Eyes, Pryingly, Long-Feared Night, Half-Drowned, Black Script, Kaleidoscopic, Why Are You Blue?, Accusing Whom?, A Smile Falters, From The Womb, Listening To Yourself, Cruel Bonhomie,

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