Satish Verma, 26 june 2020
Is raining. Since night.
You have no claim on
dry lips. Wry stance. The
city walks slowly. Wasted
faces. You want to kill
the words, the profanities.
Want to unwrap the knife.
I don't need any flowers.
Always making faces. Too
Many boats in the sea of eyes.
Rowing, arowing. I am
Afraid. The fast currents. And
then my shirt becomes stained.
Dirty words.
You reach the bottom. The
terrible depth. Digging up
my body. Even my hands
become shovels. Slowly
I erase my name on the sand.
The sea has divided us.
Satish Verma, 25 june 2020
Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.
The spirit of the tree
comes down to
wake up the sage.
It spills the light
for a troubled window
cracked by hail.
A drenched house
of words
becomes pale, page by page.
I do not know
how to tell the story
of two bats which flew without wings.
Renato N. Mascardo, 24 june 2020
in praise of humor
so Job
was put to the
test this just and blameless
man disaster struck not once not
twice but
countless
times he lost
his wealth loved ones friends and
wealth yet he persevered and he
endured
his faith
unbending in
the midst of his sadness
and despair he battled on day
after
day a
serious man of
virtues of fortitude
gratitude fidelity and
patience
for want
of humor a
risible virtue the
holy man sank into deep
despair
armed with
humor he could
have grasped the absurd
in the morass of affliction
and said
“my body sores are many and really bad
but if yours are worse then you are dead”
renato
wednesday 24 june 2020
Satish Verma, 24 june 2020
Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
I was a lake
and I was the sun.
I held you on to my breast.
Give me your fangs
and give me your venom.
I was blue and I am the death.
Centuries of wounds
and million of scars.
Silence of sky
and lull in the clouds.
I am the fire
and I am the gale.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2020
Snakebitten
you raise your hand:
not to strike back,
but to salute the pain.
Weaving the aurora of stainless performance
of inevitable.
Not going to change my path.
Gazing through years,
the fog, the hurts.
You were flame-born
in strong winds.
Father of woods,
the hunger was very faithful.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2020
I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?
Loneliness.I
observe the hands of a watch,
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.
An atavistic ache.Again I view the world.
Everybody is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead, I step into emptiness,
barefoot, to feel the earth.
Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost,
I move into sunlight.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2020
Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold
a pen, hiding your
icy thoughts.
Like an archer, ready
to abandon the bow, without
shooting at the target.
The bull's eye was a
blue rose, sitting in the dark
niche, afraid of light.
In synesthesia, of
nights assault, you fume
and sizzle, when the dew
drops hit you.
You will not give the name
of slayer, who killed you with a smile.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2020
Put a candle under
the rose bush.
I am going to draw blood
from the moon.
See my body has become
a boat and you are the sea.
I am an opus Dei
and you are my deity.
We mist and we rain
on our frailties. The drama
unfolds, when we grieve
for the butterflies.
Who was taller than
our sins? Like pixies
falling from the skies.
Satish Verma, 19 june 2020
O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung.
One day I will track down your footmarks.
Last night I understood
the unholy drowning of the truth,
before the priests of innocent surrender.
Jealousy was the secret of
downfall.You can use the parenthesis now
to defend the corporate
blunders.
Politics has become a
grammar to cheat the morphology
of gospels.
Do not go like naked truth
in the crowd.I wanted back
my eyebaths to see clearly.
The gap between the lips
was widening..
Renato N. Mascardo, 18 june 2020
if you were a virtue
to be
simple is not
to be a simpleton
simplicity is just being
a grace
simplest
among virtues
it is light lucid clear
a part of all other major
virtues
encased
in occams blade
buried deep in genes and
epigenes it needs nurture to
be learned
unlike
the virtue of
generosity that
is dynamic it is one of
repose
opposed
to the vice of
duplicity it is
natural unselfconscious free
of the
lapse of
self absorption
a virtue of the intellect
of the
moral
of the spirit
to be simple is to
be devoid of complexity
it is
a state
of quiet ease
in just being without
pretense or dissimulation
nothing
else but
being simple
a virtue of
ease that is so exacting to
attain
i ask
if you were a
virtue what will you be
i say you are simplicity
my friend//
renato
wednesday 17 june 2020
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