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Satish Verma, 25 czerwca 2019

Night’s Song

Grazing on the clouds,
moon was moving
in a daze.

Someone will milk it
for the poor, who will not
sing for the inevitable.

Witch hazel will stop the
bleed of unholy wars
between the diminutive fidelities.

This was the beginning
of a dialogue― meant for
the deaf― who will listen with the eyes.

There was no consolation
for a man who lost his finger
while searching his ring.

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Satish Verma, 24 czerwca 2019

His Or Her Majesty

That inner probe―
and access― was the need. I
promised myself, not to
sail on the waves.

It was difficult― the way
of birth, to deliver the truth.
You must invoke―
the legacy of the reals― against the fakes.

Factuality, your image
will not suffer. I will witness
the ultimate happening. The
testament will not be written on the beach.

Between ” I “ and “you” lies
the gulf of ancestry. The
unknowing will make it
easy to understand the glacial fall.

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Satish Verma, 23 czerwca 2019

Resemblance

It bends― the chastity―
the illicit vows. O, let me
become an artisan. I will
ensue― a new harvest of sandalwood.

Don’t light the joss sticks.
There is no abstract presence―
of him. Nobody knows―
you, better than me.

Search the―
magnum opus and you will
find that― man has failed…
to clear the debris of the Fort.

Strange happenings, still
take place. Grass is still green …
in solitude, a poem
takes birth.

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Satish Verma, 22 czerwca 2019

Where The Road Ends

Since you knew, ―
it was going to cast a shadow.

I let the question hang in air.
Death was known, ― only to man?

My suffering begins today. Adding―
my two cents, I go wild. Too few
white blood cells cruising in the veins.
Like lightning strike― I put myself
in harm’s way.

Bright yellow―
the gold and fire, absolutely opaque
decimating the drooping primula.

Impulsive, ― I raise the lid
of blazing rage. A divine exposure.
A millennium melts
beneath the carpet of snow.

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Satish Verma, 21 czerwca 2019

Virtually Untrue

Lethal mix
of blood ties― before
a fugue delivers its tremors.
A rage visits with the dark voices...

Reverberating in death chamber.

Heat seeking― the missile
goes straight into the heart of the Himalayas.

I am still recovering―
from the eternal fires― of biligual nights.

I am transfixed―
in my shoes― facing shoulder
fired― a sentence ejecting its hate.

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Satish Verma, 20 czerwca 2019

Change Of Life

Becoming wise to
your faults. I will not wear
any talisman.

No fireworks were needed
to celebrate the return
of the sane fakir.

Standing up― was the biggest
ideal of the oppressed. I
repeat the act.

Taking the helm― without
retribution― was a challenge
thrown by the dark.

I have come to be reborn
in the name of symbols
broken.

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Satish Verma, 19 czerwca 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, 18 czerwca 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, 16 czerwca 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, 15 czerwca 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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Pozostałe wiersze: 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, 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,

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