Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 july 2017

Afterimages

A whisperer with its begging bowl 
wants a moon in alms. 
 
A candle burns in panic. 
The serpent was sitting in a prayer. 
 
The golden teeth will find the apples 
leafless, pleading for a fall. 
 
Stoking the fire, you step on a ghost. 
It was a fake, I scream. 
 
Do not tamper the ruins of the tower. 
They are going to find the death masks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 july 2017

Snake Charming

The occult was scrounging 
in stringent way 
to resurrect the past. 
 
No answer. There will never be 
an answer. Where questions stand 
an answer was not there. 
 
Acquittal in setting sun. Endless 
love making had passed 
with the moon. We will not- 
 
recreate the bronzed body. 
Night, curse and a tale of 
purple, pink horse, accepting 
 
a libation for the penile 
god. A savior was present 
to watch the ceremony of surrender. 
 
The serpent was ready to bite.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 july 2017

Recalcitrance

From a homemade 
golden pen you went on 
exploring, 
the young erotica. 
It was a moment of 
the funeral, plodding 
through the extinct memories 
of misadventures. 
Time had stood still 
on the sea of faces. 
The great wall of frozen 
dreams brings a chill 
in blazing sun of enigma. 
 
A bridge becomes a 
derived fossil!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 july 2017

Tirelessly

Blurring of words 
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun; 
non-path travelers are playing 
an exotic game 
in defiance and in delirium 
of schizo-affective mind. 
 
Fruits were fudging the flowers. 
The parents. Walking alone, 
watching the abasement of a 
young pilgrim seeking the belief 
of walls. The moon wears a death-cap. 
It was the return of silky climax. 
 
Do not move. Do not speak. Listen 
to voice of stillness. World is becoming 
proxy-keeper. The surrogates 
were releasing the facts.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 july 2017

New Genre

That elusive answer 
which ricocheted to land 
in a bush, throws you in tizzy. 
Are you sure, you want 
to hurl more questions? 
 
This was a qualified Higg’s 
boson, which bowed out 
from the race of God’s creation 
to become invisible. 
 
A gecko climbs on the wall 
shutting the soul. The huge crowd 
was pushing the chariot, addressing 
the shadows behind the glass. The 
featureless becomes untouchable. 
 
A moon beam glides on the carpet. 
Priest will go to sleep.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 june 2017

Lying On A Slab

Belly crawl after a dance. 
Carnivores were ready 
to jump on flesh. 
 
That underground beauty 
still believes in 
battle of flowers - 
 
skirting the hills. I am 
at loss of words, 
to describe the burial - 
 
of a strongman. Misreading 
a child god, he still 
posits a human clause. 
 
Darkness challenges the rival. 
Death for a believer 
of a spiteful cult. 
 
Into the hole, a snake hides. 
It is miracle, that 
you are still reciting.


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patty turner

patty turner, 29 june 2017

darkness

darkness,
its all i see.

my path is clouded,
its closing in.


I'm lost.


the light is gone,
the panic is setting in.

i dont know where to go.


you said it was grief,
YOU LAIR!


I'm suffering, 
I'm so tried.


I'm losing my mind,
is this my fate?


to be stuck in darkness, 
and never see the light again?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 june 2017

The Woods Are Burning

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain;
become yourself.

The space between thoughts
must increase.
I am trying to widen –

the scope of death. Something
was alive in shadows.
The fiction was rising.

Dust and clouds will blast
together. I want to meet
the snowcapped peaks of sadness-

which brings the human-
face of flesh eaters. No bones
were left to fight for.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 june 2017

Engagements

I intuited. 
Something had crept into 
my room in dark, 
and slept on my bed 
devastating me. 
It was a moonbeam. 
 
There was no animal on the loose. 
Activism had empowered the gender base. 
One long nightmare started 
between innovation and miracle. 
Unwritten, I was loth 
to understand you. 
 
The abstract sky was 
ravishing the moon. I become 
visibly upset. Ask you to shut 
the door and start reading me. 
I had become an epic 
of water.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 june 2017

Moony Affair

I take you in my arms. O moon. 
Crazed. You have become a muse 
of a dervish. I hear the noises. Inside. 
Beyond perception. I could have swapped 
with you. My rage. My skin. My solitary inside. 
Becoming a dagger into your heart jumping. 
Never falling you said. The evergreens. I 
have again failed.The crops. Standing, on the river. 
Not crossing the bridge. To meet the spring. 
In meadows. May be. Unsaying. Will 
it help to know? The words standing behind 
the lips? Will you catch the words? 
Floating in air, when I am gone with 
the clouds. You will keep on repeating I 
was here, in your eyes, in your tears. 
Moving away in opposite direction will 
you look back when dawn arrives? 
I will hold you and kiss on mouth.


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