Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 april 2020

Show Me Your Jewel Box

Not reaching somewhere,
I was not today,
what I was.
 
You seek a hand
for a handshake, and I watch
the dirt gathering
on the nails.
 
Sky does not give you
an award.The soot
collects on the windows.
 
The blue skulls dance
to defy the earth.No forehead
was formed.How would you
read the destiny?
 
I swear, I did not fathered
the deity in a-
monotheist gathering.
A black hijab covers
the moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 april 2020

Unending Story

In the dust
from the dust. I will see your
face daily,
in between the spaces
in between the hunger―
against the wall, where you were
asked to stand erect
before...
 
The clock was moving without
hands. I will hear only the
tick, in dark, like the regular
heartbeats.
 
Ultimately the space wins. We start
moving apart. The distance increases.
Echo becomes dull and
then acoustics fail.
 
Only the specks now speak.
Each spot was a name
was somebody, was a living being.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 april 2020

Opaque Underbellies

In a moment
of panic-
you write a poem
to catch the truth.
 
The aplomb and glitter
of money's ride
shatters.
 
And the stones sing.
A star breaks away from
the galaxy.
 
I harbor your face
like a bee's sting.
 
I watch,
watch the ills of hunters.
Why you want to commit
the sin on a particular
day?
 
 
Orange planets, as of blood
and fire, seek another sun to light
the dark crevices
of doubts and fears.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 march 2020

What A Galaxy

Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist.
I was hearing about the quantum,
something was amiss.
 
Purple grapes had turned black.
 
I am trying to understand
the damages. A discreet thought hole
permits the escape of energy.
 
Imagination was at risk.
Can you hold on to life,
without a shock?
 
Somewhere you go back
to a concentration camp to collect the ashes.


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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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steve

steve, 26 march 2020

"Wasn't Enough"

What can I say.. that hasn't been said...
Of dreams I had.. that now, are all dead,
Love wasn't enough to help you to see...
All that you had.. when you still had me,
And it wasn't enough.. that I've always been here...
As you make up excuses.. to just disappear,
And love wasn't enough.. as you still raised your hand...
While love trickled away... like hourglass sand,
Bruises and blood... heartache and pain...
What you called love... I call insane,
I know that it hurts... I've been hurting for years...
As I try to explain away all the tears,
Now it's too late... there's nothing to save...
There's only goodbye... as I walk away.


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steve

steve, 26 march 2020

"Your Wish Is My Command"

I think about you all the time.. "much more" than I'd admit...
For you are the addiction...  I can't bring myself to quit,
I can't let go these dreams of you.. and I can't walk away...
And just a fragment of a chance.. is enough to make me stay,
You've but to say the words.. for "your wish is my command"...
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.. for you are my last stand,
I only want to love you.. and lay down by your side...
My heart is weary from the tears.. and the years that I have tried,
Is it wrong to want to feel the part.. of you that few will see?
To take you by the hand.. and show what lives inside of me,
I can't make you care at all.. if its something you don't feel...
And to spend the night... if I must fight.. then I don't think I will,
If you can't see what's in my heart... by now if you don't know...
Then break these chains that bind my heart... and I will turn and go.


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steve

steve, 26 march 2020

"Here and Now"

When I ask to spend some time with you, and I get no reply...
I want sometimes to turn and run, so you won't see me cry,
I know that I am not what you want, but I've got what you need...
So give me half a chance with you, but I won't beg and plead,
I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, I'm not asking for your hand...
I just want to spend some time with you, and try to understand,
To show you something you've not seen, to go where you've not been...
To pick you up when you fall down, so you can start again,
You know what my heart feels for you, is out of my control...
And everything that's good in me, is reaching for your soul,
Darkness is so lonely when you spend your nights alone...
And the echo's of your yesterdays, are the seeds you have sewn,
Knowone knows the future, where here and then we're gone...
So let me hold your heart to mine, until the morning dawn,
For I have more to offer than I'm given credit for...
And if you'd just surrender, I could show you so much more,
The future hasn't happened yet, and the past is yesterday...
It's "here and now" that matters most, just tell me that you'll stay.


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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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