Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 july 2017

Life Moves On

You make me give up too easily 
without a fight. I will not 
ask any questions. 
 
The elite mercy you are 
endowed with, green eyes, 
invite me for a daunting embrace. 
 
It cracked under the chariot 
on runway. The wings scattered, 
I will not be able to fly now. 
 
One day, I gave you my dagger 
to put it my heart. 
You had tied my hands for real. 
 
Overreached by words of 
mouth, a quill becomes a 
pen, waiting about carnage.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 july 2017

Pure Steel

Coming near the incarnation of an 
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking. 
 
Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor 
reaching near the edge of poetry. 
 
I ask you to clamp my name, the 
gash on the book was bleeding. 
 
Was it discretion of night to decorate 
a battered and abused body of a doll? 
 
Naked you cry on the shoulder of the moon. 
This was my prophecy, this is my fate.


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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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