Satish Verma, 23 july 2020
When you take a false
lead, life will undo the seeds
and the cataracts freeze.
This is the story of
a butterfly, in disturbing amber
buried in snowfall.
Can your body take the imprints of flogging?
When you start sketching the polar ice
in the story of death, compounding
the mystry of
unleashing sea
of the fawn eyes, whose message
was sent in water?
Satish Verma, 22 july 2020
Every night you become
an insect, crawl into
the bed and chew the lips of unknown,
listening to the music
of flowing blood.
Outside the slogans-
tear at you. It was a wound
night, the words, untouching the space,
go- straight into the echos,
without any halo.
So where did you sink in
defiant orange of the sea,
while turning back from your designed
path? Another terrorist's sexism
was on play?
There were no barnacles, no
frog mimicry. I silent walk into
the arena to find the length of
the caravan.
Satish Verma, 20 july 2020
Sexist barbs against
wooden breasts, street-smart.
I am something not, I am. A wall
of tears. Liquid nicotine, I will not declare
myself, creating a poem in different ways.
Waywarding, protégé digs the gullies―
becoming unfaithful to himself. The
hope, will it be extinguished? The
tall mud slide, a devastating statement
burying you, me, everyone.
A black beetle, collecting carcasses,
to feed the young. It is on the rise,
green sea. I cannot see myself bleed,
by the grasshoppers. It is like
committing suicide solo.
Satish Verma, 19 july 2020
You will find one day,
water footprints, when
seismic events stop in eyes.
Don't you think a system
of mutual respect should-
be followed, before the
conception of a new rage.
Moons come and go.
You upturn the clock racing
the time to-
reach infinity.
Where the hundred stars
die daily, do you still
want to become a blue light
in the misty house-
of headstones?
Satish Verma, 18 july 2020
Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem
has gone gray.
Black days and white
nights.I will recall my
ghost and ask, O god-
do you exist anywhere?
A thread of pain, makes
a family of feet, climbing
in smoke.
Vulnerable to theft, my
thoughts divert me towards
cemetery, where I will
bury my sins.
You remained a question
for me on calender date.I
will hold on the time,
which has thrown me back.
Satish Verma, 17 july 2020
No final goodbye. No poetic
apology. No introduction
to a frightening joke of
a blue Buddha.
The neonates were blind.
There was no alternative, except
to wish them luck. I wanted
to leave my pangs with razor points.
Morality and hunted crimes.
It was a shadow boxing
in cryptobiosis. A bleak day
invites no more clouds.
You talk to the solitary moon.
The silence enters the reeds.
A whistling wakes up the night.
Death goes for a walk.
Renato N. Mascardo, 17 july 2020
equation
from one
moment to the
next is always a new
equation two sides split by an
equal
symbol
a nullity
resulting from a loss
on one side balanced by a gain
on the
other
the way to be
content in the midst of
losing is trying to find what
is gained//
renato
thursday 16 july 2020
Satish Verma, 16 july 2020
After the sunset,
the moon comes out whitewashed.
An extremist flies a hawk.
The bird's meet was
disbanded. There was no
mandate to decide the fate
of eggs.
I cannot think. After the
arrest of an anarchist the cauldron
was left to boil.
The bones start melting.
Step out from the dark.
The blind men were protesting
in the street against the sun.
It is a small world.
You meet me again and again.
Satish Verma, 15 july 2020
In a pair, they were flying:
two monarch butterflies.
Hither, thither-
Fluttering in synchronized wings.
There was a Stark effect
in silhouette. The fever rises
in the bush. Someone streaks
in the street after moon
Let us stop the mouths-
to remain open. A missile flies
above your head aimed
for the burial ground.
A nascent star screams.
There was yellow blood
on your hands. You had
squeezed the young fruits.
John, 15 july 2020
Even though you have the potential
to treat her like a queen
you understand that a king
can not run a kingdom without a queen
you are willing to be a servent
you understand that
you have to follow before you can lead
You know that her mind is so meaningful
your willing to travel the open sea
just to see how beautiful her treasured mind can really be
you feel you are destined to be with her
you whole heartdly feel
your the only one with the keen eye
To see inner beauty
cause that's what beauty really is
You feel you can protect her for harm
never think once about ruining her life
for any gems
there is no
Space
in my
Mind
that I waste
Time
trying to think of way to over
Power
her nor manipulate her
Reality
condemn her
Soul
for a infinity stone
just to show her being with me is inevitable
If you read between these lines
All I hear is selfishness
This part is more of an intervention speech
Less of a poetic flow
Even though you can do all these things
you have never asked the one question
that actually really mattered
where does her
independent as a women fit
what can she do for herself
Does she need someone to control her life is it the fact that she talked about her hurt so many times
that you don't feel confident
that she can't make the right decisions
she can rises
To a more positive life
Does she really need
a Knight in shining armor
to protect her from her own decision
even though you say
you wont manipulate her
but in fact that's just another
Way to manipulation
you come to her with all the answers
flex with all your power
you make her feel
that she does not need to lift a finger
you get her use to that
so when she feels like
she needs to do less she says to herself
"my man handles that."
but in fact
now she puts herself in a boxed cage
you made
you wonder why she yells and complains it's because she feels like a caged bird trying to feel free
queen trying to not feel
the only thing she is good for is
to kiss the feet of a power hungry king
She doesn't need a sex partner
a sugar Daddy
all she need is a friend
all she needs is to know there is someone out here willing to listen to her
struggles
relate to the pain
Help her understand
Their is light at the end
You see
She had a light and wanted to share
But the person she chose to share it with
Choose to horde and steal all her gems
Pillaged her mind and body
Left her in darkness
Unwilling to give her a light to see the end
And all she was left with
Is less fun memories
more of misery
abuse
manipulation
No longer seeing the point of having a man
all she needs is a friend
not a boyfriend
not someone to sell her dreams
Or dangle
hopes she feels is to good to even believe
So just be a friend
not a fairy tail
cause her beliefs about man
has to be rebuilt
Cause her mind is set on being alone
cause that's more safer then being abused by a man.
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