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Added by gabisisi on April 17, 2017 at 11:14pm — No Comments

The Kiss ……………….

Words were unable to explain 

the darkness of unholy marriage, 

of terror with chrysanthemum. 

And bullet did not know the target 

it flew on command to kill the smell of a man. 



My song now hangs like a dirty laundry 

on the wall of peace. 

Death of green eyes, must come in few days. 

The lamps will mourn for the light. 



I…

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Added by satish verma on April 16, 2017 at 11:59pm — No Comments

Resurrection

There were two shades of truth. 

All the facts were true 

and all the facts were wrong. 

Reality was always drowning in a shapeless pit, 

confusion reigned between two statements, because 

import was nil and walking 

amidst ruins was painful. 



Worthless conflicts hover in the night. 

Exchanging the dialogues with death start in…

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Added by satish verma on April 16, 2017 at 11:58pm — No Comments

Psychological Dying

It comes suddenly like a flash, 

in some intimate moment, 

conception of fear. 

Like budgerigars, petrified on the wall, 

the cat below, scratching, jumping. 

I am done. 

Questions of life and death, right & wrong, 

the continuous chatter of psychological dying. 



The dust goes into the eyes. 

we start playing the…

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Added by satish verma on April 16, 2017 at 12:17am — No Comments

On The Jagged Stones

Leaving the faint traces, 

of some diluted thoughts 

You empty yourself completely. 

Poverty and shame without an arithmetic, 

is the poetry of life. 

Using the body instead of words. 

Always needing currency, 

to open the doors of clarity. 



Naked without skin, 

we survive on crumbs of charity. 

Lending our organs…

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Added by satish verma on April 16, 2017 at 12:17am — No Comments

On The Jagged Stones

Leaving the faint traces, 

of some diluted thoughts 

You empty yourself completely. 

Poverty and shame without an arithmetic, 

is the poetry of life. 

Using the body instead of words. 

Always needing currency, 

to open the doors of clarity. 



Naked without skin, 

we survive on crumbs of charity. 

Lending our organs…

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Added by satish verma on April 15, 2017 at 12:10am — No Comments

Spastic Legs

We did not concede, 

textured life was absurd 

tried to struggle against misfortune; were thrown out. 

To find a new definition, 

of the restless syndrome, 

without cause and ending, 

the untouchable of the underworld, 

were screaming terribly. 



Conflict widens in the face of existence 

the fall was…

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Added by satish verma on April 15, 2017 at 12:10am — No Comments

Namaste

Back and forth 

back and forth 

culture whores 

were removing the skin tags 

from armpits. 

The private plateaus spurting 

lemon grass juice. 



Between kind questions 

and cruel answers 

I watch the heat rlsing. 



Scanning the leukemic beach 

the sex drenched hour 

squirms with…

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Added by satish verma on April 14, 2017 at 12:33am — No Comments

The Ending

No ending of the story. The loose thread hangs. 

Journey again starts at the termination. 

The smell is something of enigma. 

I am again dissecting the body of a stale corpse. 



Fever is rising with jokes Thin sheet covers 

the ugly face with blisters. 

A disconcerned person burns the phosphorus. 



The darkness creates the ghosts of…

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Added by satish verma on April 14, 2017 at 12:33am — No Comments

Moon Rise

Like burning coals on the tongue 

the words smoulder the ardour. 

I cannot pursue a thought of untruth 

for sake of remainin alive. 



The water hole is dry, we turn back 

from poetry and greens, 

heading towards onother cul-de-sac. 

A fear mocks at the face. 

About being a human failure preparing 

to admit the…

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Added by satish verma on April 13, 2017 at 12:17am — No Comments

Fear

It was fear and anguish. 

You were talking about evil. Returning 

evil to evildoer. I touch your psyche. 

I am not happy. Some thing is burning inside. 

Dehumanizing the death? Betraying the muse of god? 



The ending fo hidden mist and sick bedrooms, 

I am counting the parameters. There is a moral pride 

in humane slaughter and annexing the…

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Added by satish verma on April 13, 2017 at 12:17am — No Comments

Wayward Son

Silent go the dead 

on the moon, 

to know the secret of its smile. 



Did we know the ending of leads? 

The dream within the thoughts? 

Silent moves the trembling hand 

to print its signature on the heart. 



what is so tragic about life? 

The memory of bruises or attachment? 

We always talked about…

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Added by satish verma on April 10, 2017 at 10:31pm — No Comments

Suspended Execution

Self-searching was most difficult for me 

one by one the years had gone by. 

Remaining taciturn I move inwardly, 

try to read the verdict on the wall, 

a suspended execution. 

I slowly become blind. 



A terrible blankness, 

infiltrates into mind, 

my hands tremble. 

Cannot write the unwritten code, 

civilized way…

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Added by satish verma on April 10, 2017 at 10:30pm — No Comments

Mother’s Day

A heap of voices hails you, when you stop 

in the tract. 

The silence migrates to new depths 

where silhouettes are created, 

on the veil of solitude. 

It was the flame of pride. 

Only there was being, 

Of non – being. 



A load is lifted. a tender death smiles 

I walk in the deep woods, 

to collect my mother’s…

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Added by satish verma on April 9, 2017 at 10:37pm — No Comments

Absurdity

We always searched for the center, 

the dark hole of a naked mind. 

World moved in concentric rings, 

like onion peels. 

I scream at myself, 

on the absurdity of finding, 

A truth which had expired. 



If the trees could talk in end, 

and bail out 

the saint of fallen apes 

I will start…

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Added by satish verma on April 9, 2017 at 10:36pm — No Comments

Ultimate Death

The character of the myth exploded, 

naked aggression on the souls started with, 

meditation on death. 

What was real? 

The dignity of life or, 

suicide of seed truth? 

The classical colors were, 

going to live only half-life. 



Guilt was writ large, on the face of morality 

and essence was always forgotton. 

The…

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Added by satish verma on April 8, 2017 at 11:22pm — No Comments

Some Question Marks

Don’t go brutal in the veins 

blood is diluted 

life has become complex. 

Barefoot truth walks, 

in the sun without shadows. 

We are beaten by lies. 

The caste aside had a carnal thrust, 

and the stars were weeping. 



I will die of a primordial death one day. 

What is the central theme, of present life? 

It has no…

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Added by satish verma on April 8, 2017 at 11:22pm — No Comments

Signatures

Planet earth, 

they have stopped moving with me like clouds, 

like trees. 

Sap frozen, inertia overtaking 

tongues clipped 

mouth after mouth black shut. 

Toads are croaking. 



Incence of hate wafting 

from scrolling suicides. 

The terrorist is on move 

from valley to valley 

shrine to…

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Added by satish verma on April 8, 2017 at 12:10am — No Comments

Gallows

When you were talking about purity of 

Platelets 

I was thinking to let the blood flow. 

How easy it has become to kill now? 

Is it not homecoming of the violence? 



You were looking for a method to execute 

yourself 

and I was searching for an answer to 

become free from bondage of self-contradiction. 

The veins are bulging on my…

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Added by satish verma on April 8, 2017 at 12:10am — No Comments

Gallows

When you were talking about purity of 

Platelets 

I was thinking to let the blood flow. 

How easy it has become to kill now? 

Is it not homecoming of the violence? 



You were looking for a method to execute 

yourself 

and I was searching for an answer to 

become free from bondage of self-contradiction. 

The veins are bulging on my…

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Added by satish verma on April 7, 2017 at 12:23am — No Comments

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