Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 january 2019

Climbing Up

We are burning― 
the boats. 
Freckled in the sun. 
The river was drying up. 
 
The stupid moon, 
will not listen, was 
in love with lake. One 
day the water 
will flow. 
 
Do you believe in 
rebirth of a universe― 
from the fallen 
debris of life? 
 
The dead man will 
walk out from the shroud, 
to reclaim, 
the lost integrity.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 january 2019

Scouring

Like a bee, 
you wanted to land― 
on the snapdragon’s, 
curved lip. 
 
Light years away― 
a mouth gapes open; 
you will not, 
walk in. 
 
A wrenching search, 
for a home, where 
you will not find 
the violence. 
 
A wax palace, you 
are invited to live in. 
The dummies, abound, 
without backbones.
 


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steve

steve, 16 january 2019

"Only In My Dreams"

I thought I'd gotten over.. anything I felt for you..
I cried those tears out years ago.. I guess you never knew,
It broke my heart in pieces.. when told that "you were gone"..
And I would "never" see your face.. in the early light of dawn,
I cried just like a baby.. wanting only you..
Only time would ease the pain.. in a world that broke in two,
I couldn't help my feelings.. for from the very start..
The first time that I met you.. is when you stole my heart,
I couldn't let you know .. I couldn't say a word..
Until that night you shared with me.. and the embers that were stirred,
The embers turned to flames.. that raged out of control..
 And the bare white hot emotions.. burned right threw my soul,
And though you wouldn't know it.. its not always as it seems..
I still see you when I can.. but only in my dreams.
                                          sg


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 january 2019

Massive Explosion

Why does it happen, 
when you collapse in, 
on yourself, a black 
 
hole is formed? I don’t 
want to enter, the depth 
of eternal death! 
 
Would you come with 
me to have a look 
at the fading sun? 
 
It is beautiful. The 
rainbow on street, in- 
viting you to cross the colors. 
 
It bleeds the heart, the 
irreparable loss of the rival. 
You are here, not to come again.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 january 2019

The Blooming Blood

Sky-clad, you are going 
to meet the nemesis, 
digging the street to― 
find the nails. Do not fret. 
Nails had burrowed deep in the 
flesh of unknown. When you have 
nothing to say, what are you 
going to say? 
 
My heart misses a beat. Takes 
a pause to look at the 
spring of songless birds. I watch 
myself ruined amid the legless run. 
Soon they will be coming to wash 
the stones with tears. 
Do you smell the pungent smoke 
rising from the no name tragedy. 
 
Tonight the gas will not burn 
in the kitchen. The beds will 
remain unslept.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 january 2019

Rudimentary Thoughts

So near and so far 
you live together 
sorting through the detritus of life. 
 

 
The erosion 
sends back the gravel, 
the sand and silt of human script. 
 

 
The violence, 
will it end someday? Asks 
a child playing with a time bomb.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 january 2019

Receive Your Children

Law of causality was 
seeking answers from the 
rites of flowers. Why do a black powder 
and glass sharpnels interrupt 
the turnover of bliss, 
when I held the sacred 
lotus in my hand? 
 
Somebody brings moon 
at halt. A loud explosion prepares 
the earth for penance, where 
we have come raising the bar. 
Apparently, a carnage 
will deluge the street 
with the blood of bystanders. 
 
The planet is dead today 
in the belly of violence. 
You catch me off the guard. 
All night I will go for vigil.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 january 2019

The Abeyance

Running without legs. 
A perfect apparition 
of sandhills. 
 
I cannot see far, but 
hear the synchronized call, 
of peacocks at midnight. 
 
Cannot sleep. The solemn 
mystery of dark is broken. 
In the cracks, I am 
discovering myself. 
 
Was it not an enough reason 
to abandon the search 
of peace and return to killing― 
 
the gods of clay and find 
the sanctity of emptiness, 
stripped to gravity?
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 january 2019

Economics

Revisiting my lust, in 
beyond borders; 
I want to write your 
name in cursive script. 
 
Forked, when I pick up 
the undiluted hemlock 
from your eyes. How would 
you like to become a game changer? 
 
A shirtless moon walks 
with me on empty stomach 
to scrap the night from 
the exuberant trees. 
 
Conversion factor comes 
into force, unusing the nector. 
I will still say my prayers 
to seek nothing.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 january 2019

Obligatory

Moving between the spaces, 
you fell short of a small― 
sky and you give up the grid, 
your secrets. 
 
A sense is lost of direction, 
and place. The opaque mind 
will not tell even once, where 
you are. 
 
Wrestling with your conscience, 
and demons, underside of 
the palette, you become ready for 
a self-potrait. 
 
A drinking spree of moon 
after a cease; where were you 
going. I ask? Shell-shocked, you 
pretend, what you have been.


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