Poetry

Satish Verma


Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 march 2020

Perplexed Views

The dots, million times,
like fire ants.
A black mass, you want
to exterminate.
 
Give me a light year
to understand the gray sky.
 
After the blast
the mind spills.
 
Thoughts, endless thoughts.
 
How do you reach the rim―
of success, as an ing'enue,
drifting down, without raft
in the river?
 
Was it a winter sleep of a toad
to ward off the
hypothermia?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 march 2020

A Lone Prayer

Leave your seminal
expression with minimal
damage.I am excluding the
human race.
Your chin protrudes
when you think aloud.
Were you becoming-
a unique animal in haste?
 
The man has the
erectile ego as that of
gastropod mollusk.You will
never cross the Atlantic chasm.
 
You always wear
a slippery shell externally,
when your thoughts are born.
God save this earth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 march 2020

Uncanny Feeling

It was a strange experience
coming out of the body
to understand the death.
 
And I watched a train
whistling by―
then I understood,
 
time will not wait for me.
I started running
against the moon―
 
to forget the empty dream,
catching a fever.
I am still burning―
 
in grass, collecting
the dew, falling
from the misty night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 march 2020

Silence Of The Falls

Nothing helps.
The colossus has failed.
A naked fakir-
walks in dark moaning.
 
You ride a torpedo
to kill the gossips.It
misfires.All around
us is deep water.
 
An avalanche buries
the camp.You will not
climb the peak now.
 
The goddess is stripped
and alighted from
the rock.Let us pray
for the wildfire.
 
The sparks become the tears.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 march 2020

Wafer-Thin

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open.
This was a black day.
You were not invited.
 
The economy smells of stale fever.
 
A pungent smoke rises
from the joints.
 
A decision drifts. Scare of
paper bomb stills―
the flow of tea.
 
There was a party.
People come and go. Skullcaps
galore. White on brown sugar.
 
There is no love lost between us.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 march 2020

Head Wound

Twitching will not stop
after you hit the bull's-eye.
Somewhere a nightbird,
had a hallucination, moon was
scared to come out.
 
The game we play all
the time. Tracing blue nudes
on the beds. A gang rape
went unnoticed by the
diehards.
 
A sphinx was rising in
east. What you have done
to stall the riddle of winged monster
sailing like hawk moth,
drinking your honey?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 march 2020

Artifacts Of Pain

My unique offer:
I want to embrace your
downtrodden faith.
 
A continuous buzz makes
me nostalgic of my
rendezvous with a walking
fern in early dawn of
enigma on limestone.
 
Would you mind to stand still
in blue light to-
read the unwritten command
of astragalus?
 
Where you want to
go to find yourself in
the black autumn of ashen faces?
 
The ice. A brittle
transparent truth of water.
Can you walk on the frozen lake
of eyes?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 march 2020

Short Melody

It had touched, the wind
of sky.
 
The viola goes―
pansexual.
 
Purple, blue and white
dog violet,
one of the petal was
landing gear for politics.
 
A fugitive poet
grumbles, eating the dark words.
 
After suicide, the viscera
was found blank, except
the half-eaten plums.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 march 2020

Against Tattoos

Don't print on the body
a pattern, grayesh red.
Damask rose?
The cilia will propel you
into the tunnel.
 
Clowns have assembled
on the street, to write
the history of fall.
Acts of kindness are being
translated into profanities.
 
You are hurt by the
petals, thrown at you.
Kingmaker, why you have become
a joker?
 
Red lilies?
Do you like the buttercups?
Eyes ago, there was a bouquet.
I am not sure, why you were walking
on nails.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 march 2020

Wearing Out

Are you there to listen
my voice,
in the wilderness of violence
and other atrocities?
 
My toes were hurt
in uncharting the path
of arms and rams in avenging
the dead silence.
 
You will get back
what I did not give you
in the aftermath of tragiccomedies.
 
Life walks by pink
pythons to trade the peace
on the name of gods.
 
The calamity of the angels
to become hard warriors.


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