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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
Shoved aside for asking, for a mirror,condemned to live outside his self.Felt miserable. Abandoned the high-risesand walked towards the ruins,to talk to a friend. This man never listened.Lied in sleep...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
He was very sick of reflections.Empty thoughts. Between himself and world.To perform miracle without achievement.Wanted to retrieve the happinessfrom mortally wounded life.On the velvety grass, a chil...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-07
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 sle...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
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...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
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...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
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 mispla...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
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...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-06
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 night...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-05
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 rema...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-05
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...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-05
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 ...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-05
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...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-05
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 ...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-04
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 u...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-04
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 ritua...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-04
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 an...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-04
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 ...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-10-04
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.N...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-09-27
DON'T GIVE ME ANY HANDFrom scorn to scornfrom uproar to commotiona macabre drama is being played.I am the stage, I am the audience.Lines are not straight, words burnlike fever on the choppy sea of med...
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by Satish Verma - 2007-09-27
STRIATIONSSeeking mdutgencelike belly masks of wordsin half-moonI go crazy.like studdering stars.Humming sounds of poemsa swarm of bees in a boxlike small buds opening with a musical explosion,breezin...
