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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 june 2019

No Message

You have kept the 
script― to age in dark, 
silent night. 
 
Drawn into the upheaval, 
of grains― 
ready to strike the mouth. 
 
Nameless wheels were out 
to carry the gay pride. 
I am not amused of the day. 
 
Who was naturally― 
born― breathlessly, holding 
the flag, to spite the clan. 
 
A pink window was 
stolen from the green house. 
The light now burns black.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 june 2019

Will You Leave Me?

I did not mean to hurt. 
 
Do not try to flute― 
drinking the lianas, 
wearing a fatigue. Then comes― 
the shoot. Like a scarecrow 
I sway― the slug― passes through me. 
 
You ask me to turn over― 
the death mask― 
giving a smile. There was no 
reprisal. Must bring under reins― 
the pounding heart― I cannot talk. 
 
Alone to mend my grief, the 
scaled loss of bliss. Do not want to 
use any metal. Poverty becomes 
my strength. Fears will stand with me. 
I am empty like a glass.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 june 2019

Scattered Thoughts

Coming to an end the 
consecration. The land will 
not give you any god. 
 
Only the demons will come in your dreams. 
 
If it were window, the 
street will send the black 
noises in your house. 
 
I will not wait 
for snow-melting. 
The slum was going to be 
sliced off. 
 
Wet from the rainfall, 
the grain cannot be milled 
and you will not eat my sprouts. 
 
I cannot sail now. 
It must be very dark 
and the glossary 
very foul.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 june 2019

No Saviour

Out of ambit― you resume 
the surfing again― on 
yellow tulips― 
in misting valley. 
 
One who will not bless 
the seed― will sit 
in shadow of hunger. 
 
Do not touch the― 
impossible blue of the 
eyes, unhunted by the tears. 
 
Snare or be snared. If 
there was a flint and 
the steel― do you think the 
spark will be faraway? 
 
In silent night, I will open 
the crypt to have a look again― 
at the wornout cloak of a paragon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 june 2019

Self-Portrature

A freak hailstorm of 
proposition, makes you― 
deaf and mute. The sex 
orientation― will not remain the same. 
 
It was not pink― it was not 
blue. A thunder breaks the 
roof― of calligraphy. A 
beautiful face― goes manic. 
 
About the harvesting― I 
would say ― it was all 
humbug. You can wear a gem 
in your eyes― and still not go stone blind. 
 
The prayer will have a 
summer wedding. All the― 
lavenders will bring all the 
blues and all the mauves.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 june 2019

The Dancing Tale

I do not remain happy 
with noises of wisdom. 
Time was running out on me 
to know myself. 
 
No sensory cognizance. I 
touch you with my invisible 
hands, stroking the hair 
to dislodge the moon. 
 
Ashes lay strewn. River 
was overflowing from the 
banks of limbs. I will not 
come near the unfathomable 
 
depth of a chasm, between 
good and bad. Out of the bed 
of roses a snake uncoils. 
Praise the dark. It in night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 june 2019

The Dancing Tale

I do not remain happy 
with noises of wisdom. 
Time was running out on me 
to know myself. 
 
No sensory cognizance. I 
touch you with my invisible 
hands, stroking the hair 
to dislodge the moon. 
 
Ashes lay strewn. River 
was overflowing from the 
banks of limbs. I will not 
come near the unfathomable 
 
depth of a chasm, between 
good and bad. Out of the bed 
of roses a snake uncoils. 
Praise the dark. It in night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 june 2019

Unbegotten

Shedding the knowledge 
I was aware of emptiness, 
that will allow me 
to watch from afar― 
 
the message coming from 
the locked doors. 
Getting nearer the gorge 
you want to look at your spitting image― 
 
in water. I hinge an old frame 
to find me in baby face. Did you 
see your future visits to 
cauldron of life? 
 
You never wanted to become 
a god of wayfarers. A tinge 
of stupidity was evident to renew 
your faults to remain human.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 june 2019

Rising Rage

After the blast, the 
morning gets wise, and 
does not spill the sun. 
 
And the dead will not 
come back to celebrate 
the dark after the rage. 
 
There, on the white peaks, 
the splattered blood will 
draw the face of assassin. 
 
Do not enter the dome of 
seething screams. The priest 
hangs by the bell. 
 
O, my brother, why we 
have become coldblooded after 
thousand years of pilgrimage?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 june 2019

No Love Song

In black midnight, 
the white moon, like a nun 
sits stonely. 
 
The sliding moon is toxic 
and you are not ready to 
die for the theme. 
 
The high priests will 
weave the faux mantras to 
invoke the goddess of wealth. 
 
The debt pervades in every 
relief. I survive the ignominy 
of not touching a yogi. 
 
And you, little brown bread, 
will not feed the thousands 
who come clamouring for a bite.


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Other poems: 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, Thinking Deeply About Something, Pure As A Flame, Ideation, Soaked In Glory, Along The Path, Left On The Dunes, Winter Story, Unbuttoning, Tones Of Beige, Walking Down The Lane, Lone Wolf, In The Labyrinth, The Warts, What Times, Your Voice, Fermenting Mind, Resistance, Ingression, Frenetically, Head And Torso, Some Glimpses, An Opening, Cruel Bonhomie, Soliciting, Starving, The Syntax, Becoming Myself, A Small Story, Fealty, Nowheres, Secretly, This Was Love, Silent Journey, Unthinking, Volatility, Different Renderings, Song At The End Of The Road, Escaping, Blackness Of Moon, A Snaky Path, Questioning Again, Metaphysical, Dreams Wandering, Gifting Away, Sacrifice, Climbing Up, Scouring, Massive Explosion, The Blooming Blood, Rudimentary Thoughts, Receive Your Children, The Abeyance, Economics, Obligatory, New Features, Unending Marathon, Bareland, Disturbed Age, Thinking Off •••, Revised Version, In Trepidation, Squeezing Out, Biography,

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