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Pale Confession

How can you talk to the moon 

when the trees were watching? 

It was her last sojourn 

before boarding the illegal 

traffic of clouds. 



Pallbearers were always ready 

to do something 

religious like carrying 

a god to the temple. I was not 

sure it was midnight syndrome 

of apoplexy. 



Deep…

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Added by satish verma on January 16, 2014 at 11:35pm — No Comments

SILENCE UNSAID

You will not abandon me, 

but kill me gently 

reciting a hymn. 



As if the speech was slurred, 

after the encounter. 

Time. It was not yours, not mine. 



Punctuated again in 

less moon, 

I am searching the frozen lake. 



Unuttered gratitude. I 

will not submit the ultimate. 

Barrier reef…

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Added by satish verma on January 16, 2014 at 1:24am — No Comments

MOMENTS OF INERTIA

I asked the suicide bomber, 

“why you want to throw yourself 

to your death 

scattering arms and legs? ” 



A beautiful moon 

then, rammed into a golden lake 

to find the secret age of 

a wee god. 



I felt the colossal waste 

and said, look within first 

and then cross the river 

of…

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LESBIA

There was a big question. Why 

one was not raped. 

It hits the gate of heaven. 



The moon has not risen. 

I become a victim of an elegy 

before my demise. 



Thus I am back to square one, 

when I had not fallen in love 

and you were still in errancy. 



Pleading for levitation in tender 

zone.It was the…

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Added by satish verma on January 14, 2014 at 10:50pm — No Comments

BIRTH UNTAINTED

It in now dark. 

Talking of exposed genitalia 

I go into a terrible shock. 



A compulsive deceit 

takes hold of the attention. 

The candle burns me inside. 



Between eyes 

a *chakra uncoils, like a Naja. 

Strikes! You are stricken- 





with a bulbar palsy. 

No haemorrhage. A purple…

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WRENCHING

The crisis starts boiling 

about the invisible foes. 

The contraptions hope to recapture 

the moods. 



Harsh, arrogant and ritualistic. 

In the stark nudity of silence 

a wooden Buddha lies on the 

floor crying. 



“ I am not happy, I am not happy. 

Why were you still a virgin? ” 

White butterflies will not…

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GEOGRAPHY

A gasping confession 

of a pubescent fault. 



Why did you enter the bed 

of a molten lava? 



Wisdom was in silent eyes 

not on the lips of a blackened rose. 



The water was white and cool 

the sun was red and hot. 



A mirror will never tell the truth. 

Bleached was the face of moon. 



One night I…

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Added by satish verma on January 14, 2014 at 12:21am — No Comments

Irreverent

The show must go on. 

Under a sable cloud. 

I am on the vast stage 

to perform. 



Tall cacti and harsh 

dunes will not find 

a sweet acacia. 



When I am hungry 

I would like to write something 

very personal on a yellow paper. 



The potter’s wheel will not 

move today. 

The…

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Added by satish verma on January 12, 2014 at 10:30pm — No Comments

Throwıng Down The Gauntlet

Crossing the burning barriers, 

you take a fatal jump. 

Brazenly, but giving little away. 



Long shadows of ethnic clouds 

were eroding the sun. Feeling the 

wet lips you rub you sweaty 

palms in vain. 



Haunted, you would like to 

kill the ghosts. You pull a silken 

cord. A silver urn upturns the 

ashes of…

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In retrospect

In a moon city 

will you distill 

the darkness for a hallucinatory effect? 

Without wearing anything? 



Polarizing the sex 

with the leaky pomegranates, 

vying for control of towers. 

Will it be unrespectful, 

moon hitting the sun, when 

it was departing? 



It was a lucrative business 

to trade…

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Added by satish verma on January 11, 2014 at 10:46pm — No Comments

FAINTING SPELL

Climbing 

on the celestial pole, 

did you come 

for a lethal kiss? 



Floating 

in vacuity, 

do you find some depth 

in the black hole? 



The wheels 

move on stolen track 

of an epic. You come back 

to a dead sea- 



for a swim. What looked pink 

was not a…

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Added by satish verma on January 11, 2014 at 10:45pm — No Comments

Unsinking In Depth

You are not 

on my page. 

No more in my abstract sleep. 



Cease-fire 

will not be declared- 

in the realm of dark dreams. 



There was 

one tear at a time. 

No battle cry. 



Trampling on 

the old reminiscences, 

a tiger jumps on the author- 



of…

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Added by satish verma on January 10, 2014 at 11:08pm — No Comments

Questioning

Trending the nude prints, 

life had been dismissive, 

plucking the gray hairs from brows. 



Manipulating the dopamine 

the body’s odour 

wafted through the cluttering limbs. 



Charcoal underlines the 

need of a wounded dove. 

What else one needs from grain and water. 



The tears will sew the lids 

one day.…

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Added by satish verma on January 10, 2014 at 11:08pm — No Comments

Questioning

Trending the nude prints, 

life had been dismissive, 

plucking the gray hairs from brows. 



Manipulating the dopamine 

the body’s odour 

wafted through the cluttering limbs. 



Charcoal underlines the 

need of a wounded dove. 

What else one needs from grain and water. 



The tears will sew the lids 

one day.…

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Added by satish verma on January 9, 2014 at 11:06pm — No Comments

NEVER TO SLEEP

Those migratory storks, 

will not come 

this year. 

The lake was burning. 



The secret kill 

of the wringer 

was metastasizing. 

Make the tether- 



small for the macabre 

end. I am not yet 

frozen. The stalker 



will not leave the 

flame. Outside a…

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Added by satish verma on January 9, 2014 at 11:06pm — No Comments

A FUTURE WAITS

Do not give credence 

to mundanity. An iconic 

black night was getting ready 

to welcome Venus. 



A storm was raging inside, 

vandalizing the secrets of the house, 

uprooting the doors and windows. 

The whole life was at stake. 



Shrinking the head of foes, 

you start eating the live insects. 

But the truth was…

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Added by satish verma on January 8, 2014 at 11:09pm — 1 Comment

ONE DAY

A repressed scream. 

Someone breaks the head. 

I was hitting the wall. 



The rape hurts. 

Withers away the dam. 

River was changing the course. 



It was very pompous; 

the benign torture. No 

more I belong to this world. 



And the dilapidated 

houseboat floats on the lake 

to collect the…

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Added by satish verma on January 8, 2014 at 11:09pm — No Comments

VOICELESS CALLING

Fixing the dignity 

like a fabulous sarcophagus 

you are unsparing in your generosity. 



You left one window open 

for the saint of wax 

to let in the light. 



Keeping him alive for – 

a fake functionality 

to run the community. 



There was a long queue 

of people to offer the wooden…

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Added by satish verma on January 7, 2014 at 10:47pm — No Comments

A LONG HOT SUMMER

Sitting on the hill, 

nestled against the moon, 

talking to stars. 



You love a woodpecker. 

What a stupid thing. 

A panther dies of thirst. 



A tall fern unfurls 

the frond, to catch 

a crested iguana. 



In deep blue water 

seventeen summers 

drowned, in one go. 



A…

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Added by satish verma on January 7, 2014 at 10:46pm — No Comments

ONE SUMMER MOON

It was getting dark. 

The silence starts speaking 

to me in a whisper 

for the sake of secrecy. 



Right now, 

the violence will start 

between the summer night 

and a brilliant moon. 

I sit in a corner 

to watch the milk spilling. 



And then, after couple of hours 

an anonymous call…

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Added by satish verma on January 5, 2014 at 10:54pm — No Comments

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