Manifold
by Satish Verma.MANIFOLDMy arm aches while holding the book,thing poetry.Press me hard, doing your best.Squeeze tightly my heart,until it bleeds, untied.Philosophy,sometimes takes you to desert of grief,in the moonlit night,to talk to ghosts of yesterdays.I stop at ...
Flower Name
by Satish Verma.FLOWER NAMENight was preparing the final transcriptof assault.Moon transcends slowly, subtly on waves.My diminutive voice is getting louderand louder.Tell me, are you listening?Why did you need to jumpfrom a tower?Life had become meaningless?I was s...
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Pointed Claws
by Satish Verma.POINTED CLAWSSeal your lipless mouthand talk with your eyesweather has changed.Tired of living with scarvescovering your screwed up head.Probity of god men, like nettlewas stuck on your skinwith perennial rash and itch.Crabs, eat your plate, pillsand...
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O, Mother Earth
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.O, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you're so rich, with butterflies' songsand full of olden lullabies,sung by mountains and valleyswhile rivers keep flowing throughthe ever-changing seasons of life.You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver ...
Sweet Petals of Life
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.Sweet Petals of LifeThere are times--- I fall, unwittingly and 'cos of this, I want you to be near ...for when my body trembles, give me the courage ...for when my mind is confused, enlighten me...for when my memory is lost, remind me of meIf ever I ...
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The Godfather
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.The Godfather I'm a man, just simply a man;Once a child---with no other distinction;I am neither your first son nor last.I cannot alter what God has planned, Nor stop sun to shine, Nor stop the rain he's cast.So I seek a solution to the paradigmOf an...
Forgetful Poe(t)
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.Forgetful Poe(t) If you don't want to speak, Why did you call me!?You're disturbing me, honeyYou know, I'm really busy;I've a poem to finish, about us.Ok, come to my place, If you want;By the time you be here,Surely, I'm done with my writings.Speak, ...
His God Had Betrayed
by Satish Verma.Denial of total surrender,some where he was holding backa secret commitment to himself.There was never a complete answer.He wanted to believe in non-beliefswithout manipulating time,like a non-being.Nomadic life had not left any chance,to accumulate ...
Big Strides
by Satish Verma.He was not comfortable with his own wordsto design a whole self,which was a complete truth.in order to be happy under a writing spell.The fake men, twisted crowds,inverted psyche, and psychopathswere casting a powerful clouton the primitive instincts...
Weeping Mother
by Satish Verma.Huge crowd surged forwardstones were breaking stones.lynched, cracked open the skullof unarmed, lone man,crushing the sane voice, effacing a wise thought!Commandor was extracting blood,killing past and future.Time was bloodblood was time.This was ext...
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Weird Ritual
by Satish Verma.Unable to flee from ensconced self,he wanted to say something,between yes and no.Between yes and yes, he said no.Tried to become dauntlesswhich he was not.Picked up an accurate timingfor a weird ritualfor burning his fingers.Between faith and cogitat...
Untold Story
by Satish Verma.One more year to go,one more candle to light,he was afraid of tryst with birthday.Will they or will not,unleash torrential rains, to submergethe collective guilt? He was waiting.Time to unlearn, and undo the ink. time to go completely insane,world wa...
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Unblinking
by Satish Verma.Seeing was to know that one does not ownwhat it is. I was amazed atthe glass image of imperfectionand no body knocks out the shame.Parched land bakes into hard cakes,opens up to eject outthe dead remains of ideas,humor of psychoanalysis.A splendid dr...
Sinful Blasts
by Satish Verma.There was a patternhalf truth was inversely ignitingthe attachment to death.and the other half was changing discreetly.A malevolent hand strikes off the namefrom blackboard. Guest will not arrive,wait was over.It was a moonless night,By evening red r...
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Exile
by Satish Verma.Entire life, you were postponing to becomewhat you were,neither accepting, nor refusing it;making way to run away,and postscript was not ready.Life never treats you leisurely,a harsh tone gobbles you upwith a salty taste.In you pocket a nickel hurtsY...
Kiss of Death
by Satish Verma.Between right and wrong,whole conflict revolvedaround the quality of truth.Blood soaked tatters were giving awayhis identity, of what he was not.There was duality of purposeone for his innert presence-and one for the world.He was trying to become pri...
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Namesake
by Satish Verma.Dismantling himself, what he is notto build another you,like a limbless lizard taking to flight.Violence erupts to engulf the evidence.Tethered self, flutters,fills the air, cupped criespiercing like a whistling train, in midnight.They have started m...
Poisonous Sting
by Satish Verma.After mutilated entitiesthrown into oblivion,thoughts leave the brain,giving themselves to elements of acquiescence,not breaking from the matrix.Sheltered memories,papyrus knives,and marshmallow nightsbring fullness to eyes and salted tears.Home spun...
Aureole
by Satish Verma.Presence of essentia had an urgencyto find the locale of truth in dark matter.We were heading on the collision course.It was no comfort to have the courage.Being there, also was not a reality.The lips were still struggling for the words.Praise for gr...
Window
by Satish Verma.Always resentful,we do not think clean.No 'being' at all, the other, except human flesh;and jaundiced skin.Withdrawl, self negation, a perpetual obtusity;dying without death; a daily visionof misplaced destiny.Bloodless shadow of stunted life.Cult wi...
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In Praire
by Satish Verma.He was hiding it, knew its contentsbut refusing to reveal it. The denial waswithin and deception complete. Truth neverhad a chance.I could not play the game.Heart fluttered like a pigeon,eel serum was not working. I did't want to yield.Not, again my ...
By yourself
by Satish Verma.Some drag was evident;we were not keeping pace with each other.We were afraid and shadows werepulling us apart, murmuring wet things.A typical story of failure and vanishingimagination. Body limpas if electrocutedconcealing ennui.Fireflies were playi...
Lost by Anant Semwal
by Anant Semwal.LOSTI am feelingLonely and shatteredBetrayed and tatteredDon't understandWhere do I stand?Holding like sandEvery breath of mineSlipping awayIs the precious timeO' help me thou soul Devine!!Was this entireMend to be broken?Just don't understandWhat ha...
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Lonely
by Satish Verma.The sadness around the smiling eyesdid not fade. There was something unfathomable about it.Not his, it was his alter ego,he was living in strange depression.Nobody shared his room. Only moon-light slept on his pillow. He dreamed of coiled reptiles ar...
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Temptation
by Satish Verma.It was the mirror seducing a littleblue bird. The something. A chance ofmeeting the counterpart, perhaps. Truereflection, real nothing. Must keep striking.Madness of certainty.Conflict of a desire. Condensed anguish.No, yes. Over the time he changed...
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