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The Ghost
by Satish Verma.THE GHOST The pain is, what it is, not the fearof not becoming.you disappear when the sun setsand a black rug greets you.Scarred mindunder the empty skullprepares for the exitas dark sea splurges on the shrine,trying to erase your name.Life had been...
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Writing "mixed Rhyme" Poetry
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.Ok, I agree. Mostly, ideas come out of no-where and won't stop bothering us, unless we entertain them, or at least, listen to one of them. But for me, in most cases, when I am writing poetry, the first thing I do is to figure out in which poetic form...
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Peace Will Prevail
by Satish Verma.PEACE WILL PREVAIL Who was in, and who was outscared to know who will scout.Light was daring unabashedlydark was friendly nothing to hide.Who will chisel the masterpiece?Nouns will carve your time, my timestrips you to bone like fleeting rhymewho was...
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Is and not
by Satish Verma.IS AND NOT If it is,it was not.Things people dothings people stall.Others were theyit was I .Why did I go backto read the book of lifefrom end to beginningfrom dark to light,At least there was comingand no retreat,and you ended in celebration.Enough ...

Making
by Satish Verma.MAKING I liked to adore a wall minus any hanginga huge blank space to imagineand draw conclusions.Anything traced looks strange on canvasupside down like a man's lifemeaningless.A plain truth of nonsense.I loved the corners, where speed was interrupt...
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Contrast
by Satish Verma.CONTRAST Some one was pulling the stringstrembling was all that, hands canavail, the not coming of sorrow.Meanwhile I walkwith the fog,To stay abreast with pain.The inner dialogue brokers the thawseduced like a solid rockto unroll the secrets.This wa...

Wilting
by Satish Verma.WILTINGMy midnight lamp burnsroses were wilting.The house that divided the lives,broken noses,Red blemishes cropping up here and therebetween tall grasses of argumentsWho came out with impunity ?We fought like ravens on the streetfor a piece of crumb...

Going Back
by Satish Verma.GOING BACKThe other side:otherness always collides.A sinful virtueto see the other side of moon.Clefted peaksdefeating yourselftasting the salt on the lips.Body fluctuateslike the drizzlewetting all the continuous present stressand throwing up chaste...
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Incomplete Making
by Satish Verma.INCOMPLETE MAKINGStarted forgetting the namesNo coming,becomingstanding on the streetwatching the feelings evaporate.No countingmeasuring was of any use.Doing nothing was a bliss when something went amisswhen head was highand legs were weakwhere to g...
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Adolesence
by Satish Verma.ADOLESENCEThey did not help himhis golden godspull him out of the marshy land.And threw him behind the walls with spikesof uncertain inside.A pain in chestwas different from heartachenow nothing will happen.He was many, now he is onealone in a jungle...

No Enemies
by Satish Verma.NO ENEMIESYou validate a sin.I recoil at duality,and renounce the mask.I am at fire -a time to define the man.I will deal with quietism.Attend the scalding ritual,take off the clothes.Let us see the bruises on your trunk.Put up your wordsin boiling c...

I Think
by Satish Verma.I THINKSelf effacement? I wonderI am myself today.War is on - In the valley of triumphsscattering the fleshthe bones and the toes.Let us talk of inner-connectivitythere must be some resistance.The night of terror has come -I did, what I thought.Not a...

Hyacinthus
by Satish Verma.HYACINTHUSTell me, what is the hope now?Destiny is not inside the new man.Synthetic lies have spreadlike water hyacinth,on the lake.Somebody was drowned, I hear.Absolute truth?This tragedy:Will it reverse the course of time?I feel very depressed.Stay...

Pain of Sky
by Satish Verma.PAIN OF SKYLet us think deeplyand delay the departurefor the search of oneselfin man.It is a long journeythrough the anonymity,soul searching,shreding greed and desire.Nobody is going to be cohesivetill thought knows the meaning of self.Between true ...
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Witnesses
by Satish Verma.WITNESSESTurbulencebreaking through the fog.my hills disturb the moon.It is past midnight.The oracle sleeps on the smoke circleof rose hips.Inter alia, the words are excitedsomething is going to happenA cuckoo gives a lyrical approval.Pink icicles on...

Eternal Itch
by Satish Verma.ETERNAL ITCHWhen you sing no moremy little bird,there would be left a voice imprint on the frozen tree,like a black rose on a white paper.An anguished truth will search for meand I will write for youa lone poem.This is how I talk to my innerselfwhen ...
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I Wake Up Early, Like the Other Old People Do
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.I Wake Up Early, Like The Other Old People Do Through the beauty of words, an unsuspecting poet unleashed his passion, instilling it into my brain.His in un-familiar form, written flawlessly, so sweet they say.Oh, do not hungry nor tease me with your...
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One Day When I Was Born
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.One Day When I Was Born Dad celebrated my life, with a resounding cheer---wishing that the great orb would always shine on me.Mom maintained her posture, holding gently her treasureshe said, in hushed voice, "Oh yes, it will." And so it is, there is ...
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I Am as Sad As.
by hadia.I am as sad as...the smoldered grassthe autumn leavesthe frost on a glassi am as sad as...the summer dewthe winter daysthe crying birdi am as sad as...a torn paperthe ragged clothesthe decayed foodi am as sad as...the winter mistthe crying birdthe mo...

Does Love Exist at the End of the Tunnel?
by Sarah Taylors.Indeed, what I have feared most has come trueMy dreams have been shattered, again, into pieces of dustRendering my diminishing hope into relentless realityI almost believe there is no love at the end of the tunnelIndeed, what I have hated most has co...
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Let Me be With you
by Duane Francis.Let me be the penyou use to write poetic lines,and let me be the rhythm you feel as you write these rhymes.Let me be the symphony to serenade your soul,let me be the blanket to warm you when nights are cold.Let me be the balm to relieve your pain,and...

Letter to a Poet
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.Letter To A Poet To you, my favorite PoetI view you, as my sole comforterYou comfort me, with the beautyOf your songs and versesWritten, by the power of your spiritWith love and passion; your workTopped the best-sellers' lists, a world record I belie...
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Magdalena
by Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.Magdalena Hey pretty girl, it's your choiceIf you decided sitting there alone, he saidTaking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with cokeHe let the smoothness of it fills his throat. But, can't get your eyes out of me, she saidHaving a continuous puff...

Green Pond
by Satish Verma.GREEN PONDCaked bloodon striated muscles,you worshipped the seeds.The lion roarsstirs the sleeping peacocks.Pale skin becomes red.Green and yellow mess of a matrix :searching for an answer,you scramble on the bed.Take my sin, you said -the penile go...
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Syntax
by Satish Verma.SYNTAXI used to sit beside himwhen he was dying inch by inch.How earnestly I wanted to siphon offmy saved years, to his crackling bones.Silently, without a word, yawning, thenlooking into vacant spacesoundlessly, we talked about the shadeless life.He...

 
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