Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 lutego 2019

Head And Torso

Nothing-ness fills me 
again. Once visiting a funeral 
home, a child asked me, 
why do the people die? 
How do I explain the dark 
side of life? A blunt trauma, 
makes me jaded. One collapsing 
process creates the black hole. 
A nude, the tall figure, stands 
on the rock, much venerated, 
and you cannot take off the 
eyes, deciphering the skin. 
In the intense pain of― 
learning, a fantasy of 
looking out at a ghost deity 
in the vegetable, springs a miracle.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 lutego 2019

Some Glimpses

Moon rose from 
obscurity, once I released 
the fury of darkness. 

Do not want to 
repeat; why my song was 
stolen by flight of birds. 

The negativity of 
the penknife. Always tearing 
away the heart.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 lutego 2019

An Opening

I will color 
the sky, grieving for the 
departed moon. 

Tossing my words 
onto the lake, to bring back 
my baby pink. 

Night I had woven 
a gold pattern on the bed. 
Memory will know.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 lutego 2019

Cruel Bonhomie

Like a meteorite streaking 
through the sky, iron 
and nickel, for a proxy collision 
with hidden destiny. 
It was the post trauma 
syndrome, after the great 
divide of breast, lifting 
the nipples. 
The lofty peak crumbles. 
There will be the scare 
around, to grow the poppies 
on the mounds again. 
Are you ready now 
for emasculation? The 
legacy will, on its own, pass 
onto alternative sins.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 lutego 2019


Come to me 
like never ending pain. 
I will wait till eternity. 

Wing pierced, like 
butterfly amidst cacti, 
still trying to reach your lips. 

I carry the fragrance 
of fallen jessimines on grass, 
white as the morning snow.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 lutego 2019


The who was 
inside you. 
I want to discover, 
a foam-born deity, 
killing the moon. 
You destroyed 
me in the poems. 
I cannot weave the 
moonlight on the 
Can you send 
a message to Mars? 
It is too crowded on 
the earth. There was 
no room for the muse.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 lutego 2019

The Syntax

Coming over here 
to find me, in abstract meaning? 
I was very much there in your eyes. 

A ghost appears 
on your lips, when you explore 
the silence of the road. 

Learning the grammar 
without prepositions; how will 
you reach my words.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 lutego 2019

Becoming Myself

A ghost truth 
levels down, 
the traffic. You enter 
into catatonic stage. 
Rage and anguish 
will ask, 
for the price of blood 
flown down the river. 
with the eyes. Leaffall, 
luteus, music of descent 
on grass. 
A dust storm 
settles on sill. I will 
look through the window, at 
a setting sun, unadored.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 lutego 2019

A Small Story

Talking of obscenity 
you were undressing 
to show the scars. 
It was and it was not 
a display of is. Little 
raw wound. 
The lungs will not take 
this insult and scream 
in full horror. 
One collapsed faith, after 
the god failed him 
to climb a ladder. 
I am still convalescing 
from the gunshot injury, 
when you fired at a blackbird.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 lutego 2019


Doing nothing, for no 
obvious reason, engaging 
the travails of self-watch, I do 
not want to confront the propensity 
of withdrawl. 
The elder pain blooms, again 
like Ipomea. Will not stand the 
bright sun’s gaze, I will sail― 
out between the blackened 
teeth and stammering 
It sucks, the female snake. 
The phloem, the flora. A tree kills 
its own birds. Cannot ambulate 
tender promises. A stricture 
chokes the poem. Double- 
edged truth lifts the weight. 
Moon knows the art of giving. 
Sends the blood tears.

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Pozostałe wiersze: 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, Preface, Wrapped In Stigma, Rehabilitating Myself, Reviled And Revered, Unyielding, In Exile, A Poem, My Affairs, The Stranger, This Kind Of Time, Living Dangerously, Deciduously, Being Watched, Oh God, In Quicksand, No Coming And Going, Waist-High Sunk, Some Questions, Overbalancing, Fair Play, The Eternal Quest, Wounded Veils, Unconclusive, The Middle Ground, Evoking Images, Untold Journey, Streaking Alone, Flares, Unrisen Horizon, In Disguise, Frightening, Sacred Committment, Endless Search, Blue Valley, The Nature, Not Holding, Assaying, Unjointed Time, Eternal Nothingness, Homeward, A Wrong Turn, A Bruised Memory, No Vilification, Day Of Anxiety, What A Scenario, Foggy Night, Armless Fight, Braiding The Destiny, Hear My Voice, A Long Night, Recalling, This Autumn, Blessing, The Shriek, Interaction, The Living Death, Breathing Again, No More, No Less, Time Crossing, Solemnity, A Scare Comes Back, Fake Arrival, Fake Arrival, Thousand Moons, Last Hope, Scrutinizing, The Futurist, Marigolds, Conceiving, Few Points, Benevolence, The Assaulter, The Drowning, Seminal, Myth Of Suicide, Walking In The Woods, Cutting Edge, The Clan, Obstinacy, Like An Asteroid, Sent Anonymously, Unexisting, Secret Deals, Implacable, Taboos, Dying Art, Unsucceeding, Disoriented, The Secret Path, The Nectarine Bliss, A Labyrinthine Passage, Incinerated, Underbelly, A Lone Journey, Gods Were Changing, Paralysed, Words Play, Absurd Myths, The Sterility, No Coming And Going, Walking Shadows, Intriguing, Writing Furtively, The Gift Of Abandonment, Imploring, Parentheses,

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