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Artifacts Of Pain

My unique offer: 

I want to embrace your 

downtrodden faith. 



A continuous buzz makes 

me nostalgic of my 

rendezvous with a walking 

fern in early dawn of 

enigma on limestone. 



Would you mind to stand still 

in blue light to- 

read the unwritten command 

of…

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Added by satish verma on September 25, 2017 at 11:58pm — No Comments

Short Melody

It had touched, the wind 

of sky. 



The viola goes― 

pansexual. 



Purple, blue and white 

dog violet, 

one of the petal was 

landing gear for politics. 



A fugitive poet 

grumbles, eating the dark words. 



After suicide, the viscera 

was found blank, except 

the…

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Added by satish verma on September 25, 2017 at 12:18am — No Comments

Against Tattoos

Don't print on the body 

a pattern, grayesh red. 

Damask rose? 

The cilia will propel you 

into the tunnel. 



Clowns have assembled 

on the street, to write 

the history of fall. 

Acts of kindness are being 

translated into profanities. 



You are hurt by the 

petals, thrown at…

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Added by satish verma on September 25, 2017 at 12:18am — No Comments

Wearing Out

Are you there to listen 

my voice, 

in the wilderness of violence 

and other atrocities? 



My toes were hurt 

in uncharting the path 

of arms and rams in avenging 

the dead silence. 



You will get back 

what I did not give you 

in the aftermath of tragiccomedies. 



Life walks by…

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Added by satish verma on September 24, 2017 at 2:25am — No Comments

Pained Reproaches

The shadows sit, 

under the words, to torture, 

to bring, 

perse memories. 



A downfall, 

precedes, 

before the crash of 

existence. 



Ah, you know, 

what makes your saints 

blue? The sematic shooting 

stars? 



The anxiety was, 

how to stop…

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Added by satish verma on September 24, 2017 at 2:25am — No Comments

The Daily Ritual

The cells, 

climb the fame, 

unperceived. 



A bit of nose, blue eyes, 

jugglery of stances. 

You catch the body art. 



The eagle 

dives, for a legal kill. 

Hail, the beautiful 

execution. 



To shut the voice, 

you bring in, snow, 

white blanket for…

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Added by satish verma on September 23, 2017 at 12:07am — No Comments

When The Ghosts Walk

A mystical dialogue
in swirls-
to drown you.

Blank pages draw you
for a suicide, without
moving your bones.

A thin worded threat
to conceive a sculpted
dream, deranging
your sea of
cadavers.

No dissecting table
you need to solve the death.
All the arguments are tilted.
You will rig the answers.

They will come
in bunches, to beat you.
You will not hear or see anything.

Added by satish verma on September 23, 2017 at 12:07am — No Comments

Darkness Singing

Like today. 

I walk myself, in my footprints 

tasting grassiness 

sending the runners, 

on the anniversary, of the brain's death, 

when no deliverer was in sight. 



The empty chairs in black rain 

wait for the parted windows 

to let in the screaming light 

for a reunion, with the children 

of tongue, who were…

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Added by satish verma on September 22, 2017 at 12:50am — No Comments

An Angst

Was it kosher to wake 

up a sleeping poem, when 

someone has burned the book? 

A rite of passage 

between the poppies? 



The soaked swans 

were not ready to accept 

the challenge of the defining moment. 



A smart moon walks 

behind me, snooping around the pines, 

to drink the brazen…

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Added by satish verma on September 22, 2017 at 12:50am — No Comments

Innovational

You were shrinking 

like microcephaly, 

the mankind's evolution 

in expanding universe. 



The new thoughts- 

do you think we were 

always talking nonsense. 



The real tragedy was 

here, in your hands 

when you held the 

gun. 



The lead in water, 

and arsenic in…

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Added by satish verma on September 20, 2017 at 11:25pm — No Comments

Strange Journey

In-between the spaces
body moves
untouching you.

A poem crashes
on the tongue. You
will not confess.

The wordless thoughts
swim like swans
noiselessly.

Unreaching the abode,
you will invent a god
for a knifed boat.

The sea is turbulent,
you will still sail,
not to reach anywhere.

Added by satish verma on September 20, 2017 at 11:24pm — No Comments

Snow Storm Rolls In

Poised to confront 
the improvised explosive device 
of winds, 

good moonday 
stands 
in melting snow. 

Church was 
unselling the sex.

Added by satish verma on September 19, 2017 at 10:52pm — No Comments

Threnodial

Between the hope and 

betrayal lies the truth- 

a terra cotta version 

of time. 

A vitrified china will 

not reflect your face. 



You search the word's 

tragedy, in a wound's 

profile. 



A speaking book repeats 

the sermon.Do not 

go after the questions.There 

are no…

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Added by satish verma on September 19, 2017 at 10:52pm — No Comments

In Search Of Tremors

Night comes like a 

black dog 

around the corner. 



I start paying off the debt 

cry for cry, with a 

ceremonial sword, 

cutting off the shadows 

falling from the 

distant hills. 



My questions are burning― 

on pyre. How did I fail myself? 

Why some mercy 

was unacceptable to…

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Added by satish verma on September 18, 2017 at 12:52am — No Comments

Nuit Blansh

I will gather you― 

through the uproar, 

when moon picks up the sneaky path, 

from dizzying heights 

of hunger. 



The poverty of words 

hides the bread, .. 

You cannot eat an emblem. 



The calibration has failed. 

Milk contains the 

contaminated water. 



Everyone has one's…

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Added by satish verma on September 18, 2017 at 12:52am — No Comments

Mask Unmasked

To become or not to become a renegade, 

or to die or not to die for a semi-god? 



These were some of the questions 

thrown at an incomplete script. 



What elevated you to a celebrity? 

Your hump or deep wrinkled groans? 



Age is abating, abattoir is empty. 

Exile from the past is over. 

When you intend to comeback to…

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Added by satish verma on September 17, 2017 at 12:21am — No Comments

Strange Politics

A soft, but me, 

black moon 

coming in bazaar. 

Will you sell me the dreams? 



Talking to grave silence 

before the rains. 

I will not plant 

marijuana in your eyes. 



O, ignorant prince, 

my mother had left a legacy. 

One should not sleep alone 

to become poor. 



I expect…

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Added by satish verma on September 17, 2017 at 12:20am — No Comments

A River Flows Inside Me

You drape me, with wet kisses 

O moon. 

I will not forget you 

in freezing rain. 



At dangerous arch, 

blue-veined― 

milk in milk has made me red. 



The ecstasy digs out 

the hidden lyric, 

I would never sing. 



Will you find any 

questions, to defeat the― 

intimacy of a…

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Added by satish verma on September 16, 2017 at 12:15am — No Comments

Defeating Death

To you, I 

send my silence, 

before the fire starts, to engulf 

the open barn. 



This mourning must stop. 

I will wash your feet, of mud 

and wet grass. You have 

come after crossing the jungle of black roses. 



Tomorrow I will call swallows. 

A peacock will replace the 

ruined, plundered, silk…

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Added by satish verma on September 16, 2017 at 12:15am — No Comments

Troubled Waters

Burning the pages 

unread. 

A daunting task 

to rebuild the bruised relic, 



of future, which I see 

in my dream. This was― 

the desire, till 

the last flame dies out. 



I am not sure of 

myself. I will chase 

a spider, climbing the 

wall. I want to know where 



it was…

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Added by satish verma on September 15, 2017 at 12:17am — No Comments

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