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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 october 2019

Sunbath

The tibial spiking
now hurts.
The floaters on the dried bed―
 
of bones, speak volumes
of sand in eyes.
Pawns have disappeared.
 
The earth is wounded.
A snake climbs onto the pink lips
to know its crime.
 
The matter interacts wrongly
with radiation. Spectroscopy
fails up to the hilt.
 
On the spur of the moment
I ignite the shadow
of the space between us.
 
The miser starts counting the coins.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 october 2019

Musing On

There was an urgency―
to finish the job,
beheading the tulips.
 
Wolves were coming.
 
The surveillance had failed.
Nothing but clouds between
the titles.
 
Writing was illegible.
It was the last offensive
of blankness.
 
Before the dawn.
You have to draw a crescent
moon on my forehead.
 
I am going to scream.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 october 2019

Concealed Fever

It is raining.
The water colors.
I miss the ache.
 
When, to wear a crimson
dot on forehead, the sky
had become a bride.
 
Destiny fractured.
Why did't I tell the lies
 
to achieve the greatness?
Not my effects. I stare
blankly at your portrait.
 
Blaming the conceptual
crisis, you cannot speak the truth.
 
Weaving a web of unseen
threads, you hold a poem
ready to take a flight.


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Other poems: Forces Unseen, Flawless, Cross Beams, Did Not We Cry?, Bloodless Eyes, Renunciation, The Seeker, Sunbath, Musing On, Concealed Fever, A Hanging Tale, Being Alone, Not A Dream, When Technology Fails, Testimony, Moon Burning, Proclaming, A Patty Thing, Vast And Near, Disconnection, I Will Write A Poem, Beyond The Stars, By Any Reckoning, On The Death Of A Friend, Infinity Of Aching, Another Mistake, It Was No Magic, An Elegy, Killing Yourself, Where Dreams Live, Kidnapped, From The Edge, Picking Up The Threads, From The Streetlamp, The Raging Storm, Influenced By Lingua Franca, Great Defiance, Seeking Carefully, Moon Burning, Sound Bites, Shadow Boxing, Modesty, One Turmoil Deep Inside, Interlacing To Catch A Theme, The Atrocities, Before The Sunset, 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,

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