Short Otherness Poems

The desire for death
The desire for otherness
The desire for life...

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Words are mine. 
Otherness will prevail.
I will call you.

Faraway in dark
I will wake up in arms 
of a feeling.

A little yellow-
bird has made her home
in the glass window.


Satish Verma...

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beyond
       the mortal
and concrete..
a place
       of otherness
a place of
         shadows
of the 
        extraordinaire 
...an
        excursion
in the poet's
                   mind...

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Words, words, how do you feel?My emotions cascade in a stream.The crisis confronts me head on.Enough is enough, let chance,let faith set sail.

being,not living
begone ,sense of otherness-
in His  hands, I am...

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life ...
      'twixt & 
 between 
anarchic 
        asides 
pricking 
balloons :
so easy 
    on the eye 
wry smiles 
otherness 
    observed 
held on ...
       ...pause...
the perfect..
      ...point...

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moving on
            together,
differences
        forgotten,
chance
     may
     have its say:
outside
    the storm
          subsides
a sense of
       stillness,
time for
       reflection..
..silence
       streams
into
     otherness...

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Clouds and a moment

When a cloud rolled over lake Michigan 
cast an eerie spell of otherness over the lake
the stillness was profound when a bird
shrieked in horror.

When the cloud disappeared up yonder
a ferry crossed the lake's undulating water
reached the shore as a wet handshake 
of monotony....

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Enemies

are intense beliefs
in the otherness of others
the obvious separations
in life encounters..
loving of enemies
from this point of view
is nigh impossible..
however
recognition of who I am
expands indefinitely the
identity we claimed as ours
and  others..allowing now
a settling in truth: love
as formation of all......

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The sound of animosity 
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.

The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching 
the sermons, the adjectives.

Will you accept the 
atrocity of nouns who keep 
on inviting the fat spiders ?

The vision has failed. 
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.

Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking 
to Sisyphus.



Satish Verma...

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Be laid:
with your private wounds 
beside me. 
For otherness. 

Can you come out from? 
your flesh, and watch 
the ribs, becoming 
infrasonic ?

The desiccated dreams, 
inhaling the fire, 
drinking pain. You have 
come full circle.

Can you describe the 
journey of dead souls ? 
Without tears ? Are you 
going to reject the end ?

The ruins are always a beauty.


Satish Verma....

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It was a lingering goodbye 
for anchor moon
after a religious embrace.
I bid farewell 
in the chilling night
for a song of separation.

Where the beginning ends
into a house of distillation.
Blasphemy, where did you find
the anatomy of truth ? Mortality
demands a long 
journey of tender age in prayers of sprouts. 

The eloquence of dictionary 
expects the price of hoofs 
to stay with otherness.

Satish Verma...

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I cannot see the trees,
nor a single leaf,
nor the grass that ripples like water
in some half-forgotten dream,

dear people, I cannot see at all,
no one,
nor full recall:

the meaning of laughter, 
the miracle of love,
the warmth of a smile, 
skin, the otherness

of a lover, of a friend, of family,
even strangers, people...

I am blind, 
lost in the folds of myself,
in the folds of madness...

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The embedded curse 
of a roving planet, brings
out a story of otherness
versus loneliness.

Adultery was on cards.
An issue was rising 
between the string 
and the bullet.

Let us pretend. There was 
a serial killer in every-
home, who will come out
at night to send the message.

The curved dots will join 
to give an explicit image.
Do you like it ? Can
you put it on mantelpiece ?


Satish Verma...

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DIARY of DELIVERY a haibun

Words, words, how do you feel?My emotions cascade in a stream.The crisis confronts me head on.Enough is enough, let chance,let faith set sail.

being,not living
begone ,sense of otherness-
in His  hands, I am

you may hear me recite this haibun and much of my PS anthology under my prn name ichthyschiro on youtube

catch my short form (Inc my latest kyoka form) @strandpoet on twitter...

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We live distantly, one inside the other.
We house and rent the unwelcome and heaven sent.
I tend toward you
where your room overlooks mine.
Open doors keep us secret.
Where your breathe reaches I inhale.
Love enters through every window.
Chosen are we to be closer than blood,
otherness talks in the same mouth.
You have planted my garden
with my own willing hands.
Tell me what walls say
when the sky is all that is?...

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It returns to haunt, 
the dilemma, of disowning 
the old version of truth;
when I was searching the parallelism
for the sake of otherness.

The unreturning melancholia, 
brings the surreal intruder, 
I did not want to entertain.

The insane activity of heart 
wants a sin uncommitted.

The flirt eyes like a tulip 
between your fingers, 
unrolling the tender petals.

Night throws the salt on the moon.

There were no tears.


Satish Verma...

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CUT DEEPLY INTO MY FLESH
LET YOUR COLORS MIX 
WITH MY BODY FLUIDS
AND LET YOUR PAIN BE MINE
IN A COOL ONENESS OF DESIRE

EARLY AFRICAN DESIGNS 
OF THE COMING OF AGE
FULL BODY DESIGNS WORN BY JAPANESE
CRIMINALS AND WAR LORDS
THE RED HEARTS OF FAMILY, FRIENDS AND EVENTS OF HONOR
BETTY BOOP AND POPEYE THE SAILOR


GENERATION TO GENERATION
IN THE RITUAL OF INDEPENDENCE AND
OTHERNESS 
EXPRESSING ONESELF IN AN EVENT FOR ALL TIMES
NOT EASY TO FORGET
NOT EASY TO ERASE...

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Depression is not a tidy string of letters,
it is not this, not darkness, not sadness,
neither an emotion nor a poem, nothing
as easy as pain, nor the idea: 'melancholia'...

it is neither a sapphire nor a raven's quill,
nothing tangible,

nothing as perfect as a teardrop.

It is a lack, a deep and profound failure, to actualize
the beauty of existence into otherness,
into something,
into love.

I have no more love to give.

I retreat into non-doing....

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So we all talk.

And it’s all a little less dreary.

It’s as if they’re smiling more.

It’s as if they’re smiling at me.

And even starting to care.

Asking if I’m doing ok.

Asking where I went last night, as if I remember.

Asking why I’m doing weird little things.

My family and friends, they are now compassionate towards me.

We all have each other now.

I am a part of the circle of each otherness.

It’s like- everyone I ever knew,

Is new to me....

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Sweetness
Be at the end of the road alone
Offering myself to the stars
When it's your voice
I will love to be home
And you know me,
I'll laugh out of nervous
Energy
And you'll laugh too
And we're gonna kiss
And god will lift our chins up
And welcome us his children
The attenuated breath will flee the throat
As we escape into his night
At exactly the same moment
Before the wings cleave us apart
And we float like loose Astronauts
Into the vast otherness
And part....

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