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Breaking Dawn

A squirrel on a stone bull 

revives a genre, 

after a black rose 

fell on the lips of tremor. 



One amphibian was always there 

part in water and part on land. 

Climbing on words, 

to become an avis - 



the avatar of a flying god. 

There was no song - 

on the bridge of tears. Let us 

share a…

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Quenching

Go forth alone, as a beast, 

as a bird, as a fish. 

There were knots in the breast 

to be dissolved. 



Unfrequented, lust brings 

a folded rose. A foeless 

territory to explore the - 

heaven of fingers. 



Beautiful. I like you 

Your smile enters the knife. 

The knife goes into the heart. 

The…

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NAMELESS

Flame and smoke. 

What else your skies have to offer? 

Was it not a crime against 

poetry articulate? 



Come near me. 

I want to amble with tears - 

of humanity before the fragility 

takes a big toll. 



Who says it was time 

to turn over a new leaf? 

The blistering gale had taken 

away all the…

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On The Brink

I was trying to communicate 

the poverty of words. 

We were moving in circles. 

Dark figures- 

afraid of each other. 



What was a shame - 

in restraints 

of narcissism? You are 

not going to take a dip 

in opaque waters. 



A conceptual withdrawl 

from the acrimony of…

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LOGISTICS

Midnight encounter. 

In moon, on sand. 

Why you were igniting a sheltered home 

of wounded pride? 



The blood spills 

over the sea, in boat. 

You were unrelenting, against traction 

violence of unhappenings. 



The blackness blooms. 

A man will cross midstream, 

writing on water the name of a…

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VISUALIZATION

Looking back at self-portrait 

was bewitching. 

Self-abuse? Do you think 

we should start preparing for a 

holy murder? 



Like bad sex, you hold 

a blue thought and pick 

up a fight with a radical dialogue. 

If birds start leaving, what 

you plan to do with contemporary 

poetry. 



In a locked…

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No Coming and Going

Defrosting, 

the mutability of homicide. 

You were lost in dreams 

stoking the protests of eyes. 



What were the explicit 

suggestive remarks? 

A personality disorder for going back 

to pyramids and searching the priest? 



Embrace the death, who 

says. The pavallion was empty. 

Game was over and boys…

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Otherness

A silent presence 

huddled in the dark corner 

starts a notional dialogue 

with a trust default. 



I intend to proceed to- 

explore the dementia, 

accepting the uncertinity 

of human symbol. 



Snatched by ascending 

tomorrow, you are not yourself 

today, I am not myself, 

clinging to sleeveless…

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WINTER STORY

When clouds were 
drawing graffiti on sky, 
where were you? 

Untamed manners 
in a profound grief 
brings back the black buck. 

The buck stops here, 
fallen on the golden ax. 
Get me the lantern.

Satish Verma

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Wounded Path

I wanted you as a grain 

not as a straw lover. 

The effect of a lone moon: 

when I decided 

to abandon the land of questions 

and word by word 

erode you magic. 



A genital journey lands you 

back in explosive fire of being 

or becoming not a secret sin. 



We bare our wealth, drop 

the silence…

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Leapfrog

A frog leaps between your eyes. 

The fear was intense- 

and pain was possessive. 



In besieged apples, there 

was no forensic probe. Carnality 

takes the back seat. 



One dropp of honeydew destroys 

the contours of hills. Moon 

will wear the unseen costume. 



The purple sand now sends 

the topless marines…

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Sinking

Your becoming, cuts the moon 

in half. I come 

blind to hold the 

knife. 



The aroma of the bush 

prepares the golden cups 

for drinking milk from the 

rage. 



His wings were glued, the bird 

will not be able to fly 

in the night of despair and 

song. 



Immerse yourself in…

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THE TARGET

In a love triangle, 

I move out of the center 

to find a boat. 



Locked in a sperm 

a messanger becomes a brute. 

Who will draw the circle 



on the mercy petition? 

This was a curse on the bed 

which will not go to sleep for a whore. 



The stings. Everytime you 

open the mouth, you…

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When The Flesh Ripens

Mission aborted. 

Imprisoned, 

I do not touch anything 

I do not mention your name. 

The chance was to quit the microcosm 

of your powered bones. 

Wanting the street to run 

to end the standing against screams. 



It jumps like a toad, 

the truth. I catch it. 

Wets my hand. The failure of the…

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LAST WORDS

Like an asterisk 

I adjure you to fly like an 

eagle, on the wings of light. 

The poems are ready to become 

jealous; 



an attempted murder 

went awry, subscribing to water. 

I swallow the hemlock without 

any effort. Intoxicated, I move in a jungle 

of knives - 



where the tenderness is at stake. 

You…

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WAR AND FEATHERS

Between eyes and tears 

you swim back to me on flames. 

The little candles are going to take revenge. 



Do not mean any insult to moon. 

My stars were trembling 

to reach the vanishing whole. 



The cabbage blooms with 

violets. Do you mind if I pick 

up the pomegranates? 



There was a curse against 

the…

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TILL THIS DAY

Spare me a moment. 

Can you anticipate the innocence 

of tomorrow? 



Someone wants to bare 

her breast to protest 

against the concept of black and white. 



Tell me where the black ends 

and white starts? The glass and 

daffodils always go together. 



The fake colors. I look at the 

sky and start a…

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Trespassing

What was the legitimacy of 

an alchemist digging 

up the earth for gold? 



The yellow lips will tell the whole 

mystery of this strange phenomenon 

deleting the blue words. 



There were walls without windows 

and a lake without water. 

How you will decipher the - 



epitaph of a white 

moon on a black…

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HANGING GARDEN

Decanting the soul 

to achieve the silence 

of the moon. 



Can you find the peace 

after the screams? Celibacy 

after the violence in bed? 



The pleasure's guilt 

and pubes failure have made 

the Mars glow brighter. 



Do not do anything. 

Become a fake and 

unveil the statue of a…

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SANITY

Being alone, 

writing poetry 

to meet the infinity 

on paper. 



The words will not come 

to me. I am trying 

to catch the moment. 

One by one- 



I light the candles, 

watching you slithering. 

A transient truce 

with my hands. 



Collecting the broken 

light…

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