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Beyond Words

Skinned alive, as 

an aftermath of speaking 

against the unhinged 

blue gods. 



Like cacti: growing 

straight towards the sky 

exploring the questions, 

you open a can of paint. 



The secret spills. In 

happenings, you will find 

some poems, written 

for tribes of…

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No Revenge

Penultimately, 

I pick up my choice 

of not accepting my defeat. 



The grades were falling. 

Yet my limbs move 

on fine grains of salt. 



I will write, blue names 

with chalk 

on the blackboard of― 



a teacherless life. 

The disasters had helped me 

to redefine the…

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The Deep Cut

Under your baton, 

The targets are being 

identified. Moon will 

find out the hiding 

of muse. 



A purple rhythm 

will not be stymied 

in bud. Hold the 

ground. Sun was setting 

very soon. 



I have not heard the 

boots of departure 

as yet. The music 

will go…

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What Was Left

A veiled threat, 

a muffled cry. It was not human. 



No beast, no monster 

yet unhuman. 



The feel of wolf's 

lair, was there in dark. 

Anything would happen. 



You wanted to become 

a self-proclaimed divine Being. 

Yet, you were not a god. 



A black pit opens. Do not shout. 

The…

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For Heaven's Sake

In shreds, 

the day has passed. 

At night, I will touch; 

the unasked questions. 



You were sending, the 

soap bubbles, like 

swans carrying the messages. 



The weather changes. A 

fantasy becomes real. 

The moon has missed the night. 



Like the Morse code, there was 

a flurry of taps,…

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Tall Slogans

A futile attempt to go 

for a collection spree. 

You got only the numbers. 



It had to happen. The drums were beating. 



The minority suffers 

in the hands of many gods. 



Between the black 

and white, will it be last battle? 



Temples were asked to 

give the details of divine― 

winds and the red…

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From The End

Hard and brittle, 

the cost of sealing the lips 

was increasing overnight. 



Cleaving the thoughts― 

you would not tell, 

what do you believe. 



I watch in horror. A 

planned trajectory has 

failed, shielding the tears. 



A furore rises. Half― 

humans were fighting 

with…

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The Ire

Encrypting the cause― 

of death. Why do you 

truss up the statement? 



Tell me, whom you were 

punishing, accepting 

the legitimacy of lies? 





Anything would happen 

to the author, 

who was writing a diary 

on the fallen saint. 



The palace fumes. There 

was an extraordinary…

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Reclaiming The Legacy

A shut door 

without a house 

would not open, would not open. 



An unsealed house 

without a door 

will not invite. 



The irony of knocks overcomes the visitor. 



And why would, 

you walk in the 

doorway without reaching 

anywhere. 



A divided world 

moves towards a…

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Some Snippets

A sleepwalker gives up 

a snake, 

inside the sleeves. 

The dog outruns 

the moon. 







You draw a blue line 

around the summer night. 

Flames. 

I will drive out 

the ghosts. 







The acid attack 

went for the thatch. 

You will snorkel…

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Quick Snatches

Lesser evil of a god 

will preside over 

the verdict. There was 

a sexual assault 

in the temple. 







If you have an eye, you 

will you find a 

naked king, 

riding on a 

golden horse. 







Friends. It is time, 

that will give 

you a…

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Echos In September

Under a sickle moon, 

the effect was colossal. 

The mute words 

were floating like vespae. 



There was no― 

promised nest of paper. 

You cannot land 

without ink. 



The grey beard starts 

weaving a web of 

lies. Larvae will― 

feed on blessed water. 



Very warm, very…

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What September

Ceaselessly, 

the September moon 

was sending poems 

in quick succession. 



Life had come to a grinding halt. 



The walls, 

wait to end the race of 

stings. The heat was 

a dirty yellow. 



You will witness the fall of a titan. 



The genome of red 

wine grape…

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What September

Ceaselessly, 

the September moon 

was sending poems 

in quick succession. 



Life had come to a grinding halt. 



The walls, 

wait to end the race of 

stings. The heat was 

a dirty yellow. 



You will witness the fall of a titan. 



The genome of red 

wine grape…

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Deterrence

This September. It is 

going to be very quiet. 



I am trying to caress 

the mimosa, which 

always said, 

touch-me-not. 



The spontaneous probe 

will start the construct in love 

of philosophy to mimic 

the animal plus 

the femineity. 



A clock was moving 

without hands.…

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Recounting

Uncannily sanguine, 

wounded by biting gnats― 

you return home. 



You would call the 

family for a final― 

drink and 

drown the moon. 



You have come very 

far from the inviting 

shores in deep sea― 



to be sucked into the 

whirlpool of silence― 

to end the…

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Eaten By White Ants

Downy mildew, 

blinks. The sun 

will not come back 

to rein in its own might. 



The temple gold, 

has come for sale― 

in bazaar. 

On the balcony, stand 

bystanders to witness the free fall. 



The black door, 

plays hide-and-seek 

with light. 

Green eyes will…

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I Will Not Be Silent

Overlooks the juvenility. 

The shrinking genitals. 

It was the militancy. 

The freedom, brought 

about by the guns. 

Now indiscreetly firing at the sky. 



This deadpan delivery 

of the shut doors. Economy 

has failed the toads, 

the croaking minions. A raw 

poem speaks now 

for the unopened…

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Added by satish verma on August 4, 2017 at 11:41pm — No Comments

Smoke Signals

A severed hand, after 

the blast, working on a script 

writes about the 

musicality of blood. 



Blood of moon and trees; 

of poems and bees, 

contributing to making 

of republics of grass. 



The roots know the secret 

of god and grief of humanity. 

The sound ot truth resonates 

with the art of…

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Of Land And Ills

The dancing paper, 

humilates the pen. 

A stunning defeat for morality. 



In splendid withdrawl, 

the eyelids bear the violence 

of soil. 



A broken pride 

will get back at you. 

Step aside. Let the soul read the dewdrop. 



The moon meets the 

earthen lamp, to understand 

the hymns of…

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