Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 january 2019

Different Renderings

You were lost 
like a rolled away pill. 
Hibiscus was waiting 
 

 
As the night departs, 
I will look at the moon 
through misted eyes. 
 

 
A bridge has collapsed. 
How sad. 
A bell tolls endlessly.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 january 2019

Song At The End Of The Road

Drinking from the portrait 
of an alienated moon 
in a self-taught remedy― 
 
I was looking very 
hurt in the muse, which 
had failed the earth. 
 
I wanted to say, my 
sun was my sun, 
broken, eclipse by eclipse. 
 
Who was traitor to oneself? 
Sifting the leaves of a 
raptor, to find the death 
 
under the shade of 
sundew, which blooms 
when you become an insect.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 january 2019

Escaping

You walked with me 
when it was pitch-dark. 
How do I find you in light? 
 

 
These were the last roses, 
for you. Henceforth 
no water will flow from the eyes. 
 

 
Only your face will swim 
on the nippy moon; 
burning skylark.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 january 2019

Blackness Of Moon

You walk out from 
the bruises, like a late 
bloomer, for a clandestine 
affair with indigo pain. 
 
I break the barrier, 
and teach myself, how not 
to make an incendiary bomb. 
A cohort will untie the barbed wires. 
 
Now you can tread carefully 
on fire ants, undaunted. 
While stitches will take care 
of the woundless blood. 
 
A hoax sends you scurrying, 
to find the golden apple, 
which never emerges in light. 
In despair you commit a crime.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 january 2019

A Snaky Path

Where do I begin, 
extracting the earth 
from your skin? 
 
The grim reaper 
would wait. I have 
to unwrap the gifts― 
 
digging out the roots, 
peeling off the bark. 
The time stands still. 
 
An exit wound 
will receive the unborn 
daughters. 
 
Mother dust will 
return the name 
of annihilator.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 january 2019

Questioning Again

Writing, 
a blood code. 
Manipulating the taint. 
 
Path, 
towards the violence, 
had the tribal instinct. 
 
Scent, 
of testosterone, 
was the key thread. 
 
You, 
will not know, what 
I conceive of the coming onslaught. 
 
Constellation, 
was ready to strike. 
I am not myself today. 
 
O, life, we will never know each other.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 january 2019

Metaphysical

Like the artifacts of ruins, 
you look back 
at the lost innocence. 
 
Too much knowing, 
was hurting. 
Life does not spare you twice. 
 
You arrive incognito 
in the jungle of 
fake hugs and kisses. 
 
Innovative. The fear 
strikes, bites with 
a lethal sting. 
 
Could not reverse 
the anhydrous eyes. 
Trying to exhaust the vision.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 january 2019

Dreams Wandering

The moonlight― 
singed him at night. 
How will you write a poem? 
 

 
Standing at window, 
you watch a shooting star― 
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call. 
 

 
Picking red hollyhocks, 
your face swims before me, 
and fleeting time!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 january 2019

Gifting Away

Want to return, 
to unknowing, the 
trap door. 
 
Filling up the gaps, 
the arrow slits. No more 
I will need weapons. 
 
Trespassing the, 
brutality of sin, committed 
against the sanctity― 
 
of body. This is how 
I am re-creating myself 
without morbidity. 
 
Annihilation, was not 
the answer. I am holding 
the gold leaves of sun.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 january 2019

Sacrifice

It was a free fall, 
drowning me on the footpath. 
The yellow glare had 
scattered me completely. 
 
Left alone to suffer, the 
failure were you. When the 
brick come, you met yourself 
in the doorway of menacing home. 
 
The hunger pang was 
obsolete. The fish will 
not swim outside the orbit 
of a new isle for enigma. 
 
The Turkish stones, blue― 
green eyes, haunt me in 
sleep. Your life takes an 
about-face, march outside the promise.


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