Satish Verma
PROFIL O autorze Przyjaciele (3) Poezja (3051)

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 września 2021

The Eagle Swoops

Why ending your life,
on death bar,
close to terror―

of life? This is how
your dreams come true―
to play with inevitable ?

You had nothing to bleed.
One million times you
kiss on the lips of wounds.

We're all insane, chasing
the muse in dark. Earth
weeps in turn.

The walls are coming
up. What does the time tell
about the age of many tombs?

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 września 2021

Entering Sanctum Sanctorum

A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest
on trembling waves. I am shedding
my leaves.

The knotty hole. Center
of the earth. A shell
breaks inaudibly in the churning pot.

The pledged promise was
deep. Pole's red aurorae stream
in new birth.

Was it necessary to take
an oath under the bo tree―
to become a sacred Buddha?

It sucks. Fake or genuine?
I am searching the faces of whites,
browns and blacks. Who
wants to be buried in a nameless
grave of a soldier?

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 września 2021

In Upheaval...

This was the rise of animal
after dividing
the pain of man.

The shared past―
would guide the misreading,
calling bloodbath a mistake.

Balancing the pole, walking
on long rope, in sheer
darkness of moonless night.

The words fall on your
feet, begging the exoneration
from name-calling.

Square meals and two lipped
lavenders, will bring the aroma
to wipe out nonexistence.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 września 2021

Without Fetters

He was not at guilt,
it was the neuro―
hormones, hired from moon.

You were burning
inside, smokeless
without flames.

I throw the net―
in lake to catch,
the moon for once.

The day was ready
to close the eyes―
to practice philanthropy.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 września 2021

Repeating Again

Not a single word was
written today, watching
the masks being perfected.

A nosedive, of what
I built without mercury,
without threads.

Sitting on a black
stone, wishing moon a
mist bath of absolute.

It again aches, my
roving heart, trying to
knit the harmony in black and white.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 września 2021

Behind The Glass

I will write a very
soft poem for you today.
Moon had promised
to standby.

You cannot stay outside
your lips. They were frozen.
I will trap a ray of light
when you fall in a pit.

Such aplomb. I must
give you a gift of an Ariel.
Come equinox, I will wait
for the harvest moon.

The pure hymns. I
turn my gold ring for a miracle.
The scars were singing again.
Out of reach, a star winks.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 września 2021

Not Ready To Forget

Very scary, I admit―
your vintage―
lovemaking with
a ghost.

Life in a crate was
creating nonpoems.
Water on the ice moon
was never there.

Unmasked you shoot a
songbird in flight.
The soft music went into
the barrel of the gun.

Come and meet my other
self. My penchant for talking
to flowers has made
me a martyr.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 września 2021

He Did Not Return

It was not a jubilee,
but I had come to pay my debt.

Stepping gingerly in your
father's study, you open the almirah.

No I am not afraid.
I have come to visit my father.

The hurt has not destroyed me completely.
Days were numbed like by vespa stings― with
burning, swelling and soreness.

I slide the clothes. In
deeper layer a plastic pack appears. on the
bed of dried rose petals,
sits a singed, brown vertebra―
collected after his funeral.

My talisman. I touch it.
Turn around―
don't look back
and walk away.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 września 2021

Coming Near You

Like a walking fern, you were.
I was talking to you. Why
would you nose down to touch
my landscape and fall into my arms?

To protect you, I was
making a massive wall― encouraging
the revivalism. Predator
drones were intending to follow you.

The dirt― it will not
stain your innocence. Don't
stand on the ledge. Faceless
winds can topple you at night.

We are beasts, with no space
in between. Like sardines you
are packed without names. The
sea has dried up. How far
was the sun?

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 września 2021

Violent Shaking

Colored truth,
becomes a hot balloon
in denial mode.

For your own―
relevance, negativity will
not accept the defeat.

Between the stars,
anger erupts―
to reorient the gaffe.

Outrage and despair
are writ large
on the face of non-white moon.

liczba komentarzy: 0 | punkty: 0/0 | szczegóły |

10 - 30 - 100  

Pozostałe wiersze: The Eagle Swoops, Entering Sanctum Sanctorum, In Upheaval..., Without Fetters, Repeating Again, Behind The Glass, Not Ready To Forget, He Did Not Return, Coming Near You, Violent Shaking, Unbendingly, Life In Dewdrops, Elusive Answers, The Explosion, Be Deceived, The Nightmares, Dying Flames, Very Discreetly, Ennui, The Final Retreat, The Fugitive, Self-Portrait, A Suspended Rock, Uncrafted, Cobwebs, For No Obvious Reason, It Is Raining, Metempsychosis, We The Faithful, Don't Alter The Red Cape, Different Versions, Still In Love, Not Like Anybody, Engaging In Argument, What Are Future Games?, Opening A Window, No Intimidation, Under The Palm Moon, The Nightmare, Pangs Of Truth, There Was No Answer, There Was No Prelude, When The Attack Comes, The Hidden Sky, Sketches In Coal, Nothing Happened, Lips And Wordless Miracle, With Apologia, Adoration, Truth Hides Behind Sun, Like Buddha, Portraits, No Criminality, Night Night, Not True, You Want To Be Born Again, Morning Mist, My Pain, An Unasked Eulogy, Facts Of Life, Facts Of Life, The Seeds Of Our Lips, Bewitching, Autumn's Harmony, Indigenously, No Dues, Three Vistas, Truism, Contents, Always Self-Deception, Midnight Happening, Midnight Happening, How Much Does It Matter, What Renunciation, Unceremoniously, Captive Of Conscience, The Dialogue Continues, After The First Moon, Inauthentically?, Pardon My Darkness, In Penitence, Bioluminescence, To Man, Gleanings, Et Tu?, The Jealous War, Mode Of Dying, Scissor Hold, After The Stampede, Una Corda, Eyesores, Rumblings, Voices In Dark, What One Knows, A Dream Turns Into Desperation, Mesmerized, Different Views, Small Thoughts, A Window Burns, Going Blind, See-Through, Moody Effect, Pure Mundanity, In Stillness, Trying To Sleep, The Will, Destructiveness, This Summer, The Wasted Charm, Just Meandering, Hidden Paths, The Great Leap, Eternal Verities, Many Blues, Uncensored, Thinking Off, What You Were, Unending Rope, Come Again, Contradiction, Not Blameless, Pain Of Hawthorn, Hacked To Live, Eyeshadows, Blue Grace, Between Flesh And Soul, Carrying Scars, Why To Think, Unroofed, Comic End, Earthen Dam, Calligraphy, Monstrosity, Talking Of Love, Last Journey, The Blunt Clashes, Dragging The Clouds, The Sunrise, Was It Scary?, Starburst, Imperilment, Circling Moons, The Debauchery, Overnight, Here And There, Bittersweet Nightshades, Eye-Openers, No Sin, Untouchability, Trinkets,

Regulamin | Polityka prywatności | Kontakt

Copyright © 2010 truml.com, korzystanie z serwisu oznacza akceptację regulaminu.

kontakt z redakcją

Zgłoś nadużycie

W pierwszej kolejności proszę rozważyć możliwość zablokowania konkretnego użytkownika za pomocą ikony ,
szczególnie w przypadku subiektywnej oceny sytuacji. Blokada dotyczyć będzie jedynie komentarzy pod własnymi pracami.
Globalne zgłoszenie uwzględniane będzie jedynie w przypadku oczywistego naruszenia regulaminu lub prawa,
o czym będzie decydowała administracja, bez konieczności informowania o swojej decyzji.

Opcja dostępna tylko dla użytkowników zalogowanych. zarejestruj się