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Voiceless Assaults

You are waiting 

amid fears. The fretting 

does not end. 



At where, 

the road ends? To find a blue star 

where do we go? 



The house was 

sleeping in fog. Inside the 

dome, hooves, quiver. 



I have to become 

mute. Time was black, 

my song blue. 



A pure…

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Added by satish verma on August 3, 2017 at 11:47pm — No Comments

Fading Glory

You want to cover your 

amnesia. Death 

has no other color. 



How far you will go 

to retrieve 

the sensibility? 



Time does not sit idly. 

Undeniably your foe― 

poisoning the well. 



Sky was overcast and 

sends misty rain. 

Have the heart-leaves and moon-seeds. 



The…

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Added by satish verma on August 2, 2017 at 11:58pm — No Comments

For The Skin And Eyes

Not confessional. 

Without reading the body 

there was no room. 



My fever rises 

in limbs. 

Giving me a double vision. 



This was not my age. 

Out of place, I 

call for limestone. 



The sea and 

moon will make a castle 

on the waves. 



Whom do you…

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No Carnage

A house without doors 

I was living 

in fog. 



The infamous review 

will tell about the 

fallen words from the roof. 



There was no history, 

no culture of 

cannibalism. 



I only exhaled 

the grief of centuries 

shielding the ankle's pain. 



There had been…

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Added by satish verma on August 1, 2017 at 11:45pm — No Comments

World Moves On

The ethical dilemma, 

and chaste abscenity, 

were the game changers. 



Vowel syncope was making it easier. 



Let the most vulnerable 

lie still. A pseudowar of words 

is going to start. 



A blast of vocabulary, 

some smothering of smells, 

will make the jaws, drop soundlessly. 



And many would…

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Once On Earth Day

Returning to the ragpicker 

like a lone fly 

of love triangle, said― were you 

writing a letter to confess your love? 



Like a glue sniffer, I 

am stuck with you. 

O brown earth, raw 

wounds heal … 



When I sing a blade 

of grass, when I sit 

under moon, holding your 

hills for…

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Added by satish verma on July 31, 2017 at 10:40pm — No Comments

Retrievability

Shredding begins. 

One by one all the leaves fall, like disrobing. 



The words hang around, the naked soul. 

You have to catch 

the essence. 



Deep in the sea― 

lies the earth like pain. It 

rises― when you prod― 



to recover the intensity. 

The center and tangent, 

both,…

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Added by satish verma on July 30, 2017 at 11:41pm — No Comments

A Bold Step

Yes it would remain 

incomplete, my story― 

my poem. 



The henna speaks today 

against unadulterated lies, 

against the rage of 

losing path. 



No more the wrens 

will sing, till the clouds don't send 

apologia for not 

sending the rains― 



of blueberries. If I 

were you I…

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Added by satish verma on July 30, 2017 at 11:41pm — No Comments

Uncementing

Gold fringed, the hood 

strikes. You are bound 

to throne. 



It was unnatural to 

demolish the ancient shrine. 

God will not show his face. 



And what about the dew 

collecting on grass leaves, 

when you were crying? 



The kids won't cry now. 

The hunger has put 

them to…

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Added by satish verma on July 29, 2017 at 11:50pm — No Comments

Fading Faces

Widening the scope 

you want to remain 

at center stage. 



Thinking starts, battling 

the ghosts. Doubt remains alive. 



A broken beer bottle, at your throat. 

You suffer the fall 

of humankind. 



The acid burns. You wire the 

clouds. Tears will not flow. 

This is not the end. 



Turn…

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The Spillover

Not a dog day― 

after snapping. In 

fatigues, you get a parole 

to start sowing sunflowers. 



A butterfly skips, 

the roundabout and lands 

on your lips― 



after spending entire 

life from flower-to-flower 

from bush-to-bush. 



I was a witness to history 

in making. There…

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Added by satish verma on July 28, 2017 at 12:21am — No Comments

Balancing Act

Collecting the dirt, 

a speechless drama unfolds. 



Now you can hear the― 

wails of buried amnesia. 



You can touch now the footsteps 

where the activist fell. 



The gift of bleeds coming 

from the saddened past; 



the space was expanding― 

to accommodate missed abortions. 



My limbs giveaway…

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Counting The Steps

When saline drowns the lips, 

my words tremble. 



Almost I stumble upon 

the fish house spilling the vertebrates. 



I had given them, the name 

to the swirling limbless thoughts. 



One by one they come on the edge 

and blow the ashes, towards me. 



You always dream of a procession 

of dead bodies under the…

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Added by satish verma on July 27, 2017 at 12:21am — No Comments

Empathy With Tattered Cape

Weep every don. 

All the translations were fake. 



The yellow peaks do not burn the 

sky, now at sunrise. 



I am forgetting myself― 

in the gathering of my foes. 



The pilgrim's path is now dirty. 

You cannot transcend the― 



dead remains of ancestry. In 

the hutment, that was the end of…

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Added by satish verma on July 27, 2017 at 12:21am — No Comments

Demanding Answers After The Chemical Attacks In Damascus

I was not afraid of the clock, ticking, 

dividing your attention. A guarded 

withdrawl of the statement, had 

brought a comic relief to the distraught 

vicitims. 



Caving on guns, the 

mustard cloud could wipe out 

the entire generation. 



The tender bodies 

wrapped up in white cloaks, 

ready to be sent…

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Added by satish verma on July 26, 2017 at 12:15am — No Comments

Unhurting

Unshackled, the pallor moon 

was lying still, in a white― 

shroud of clouds, only face 

visible, staring― 

down languidly. 



I have come afar, 

from the whispering dark, 

to annul my existence. 



Your hands tremble, 

carrying your name. The 

magic of unsaid― 

poems,…

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Added by satish verma on July 26, 2017 at 12:15am — No Comments

Ancient Echoes

Art of dying 

comes, after 

you listen to the siren song. 



The intention 

was to kill yourself, 

non-violently, when 

moon was hiding. 



Man was changing the skyline. You can 

redraw the landscape without hurting the grass. 



Don't offer to sacrifice 

the goat on the rock, 

where the…

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Added by satish verma on July 24, 2017 at 10:29pm — No Comments

Stopping The Wheels

It was a free fall. 

A plot seems to thicken. 

I would never know. 



Perhaps I will not explain, 

how the test tube baby 

slapped the sky. 



The fun of unknowing 

the secret of 

a cold-blooded murder. 



Suddenly the streetlamp 

goes off. Night cracks 

open to release the…

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Added by satish verma on July 24, 2017 at 10:29pm — No Comments

Rehabilitation

Trying to bring the change 

with bleeding silver. 



As it is/was, this world. 

You may not agree to it. 



The release of tension 

from the cupped eyes? Will not 

alter the secret deal. 



There at the hemline, 

bodies were scattered, slain 

after the trespass. 



The royal coin,…

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Added by satish verma on July 24, 2017 at 12:13am — No Comments

Endless Yearning

The thirst will know, 

the river was there. 

To lie on the grass was ultimate. 



It was not the green, 

it was not the blue, 

but desire had the keyhole to look 

at the fine sands, 

where you stand to find the 

elixir of life. 



A crackling of joint, awakens 

you. You will not wait 

for the…

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Added by satish verma on July 24, 2017 at 12:13am — No Comments

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