Satish Verma, 31 may 2020
Valentine?
What do you want
to read?
Between sex and
surrogacy?
No monikers.
Pure frankenstein!
O, naïve culpabilibity,
do not sleep on my arm.
Unmoving, the suffix
disappears.
I am still holding
the question mark.
Satish Verma, 30 may 2020
Escaped soul
was pronounced dead, after
becoming rich. You start
peeling of the skin of neo-poverty.
Hunger equates you with god.
It hurts your tarnished honesty. The
image of half-man, half-tiger.
The veneer coming off very soon.
The pepper spray was well
planned for steady hands to
make you spring-blind. Your pockets are
full of fireflies.
The poetry effect was negligible,
when you start praying for snowstorm.
Satish Verma, 29 may 2020
This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying
heights you throw the
vesicants.
Now you need the gliomas
to finish the job.
At wrong time, I was
raising the bizarre questions.
Why the wealth brings-
the change of life?
A wandering pain
caves in, where the moon
looks sick in its paleness.
The massive lies, deep
in dirty tricks after the traffic
of voices.In blank space
I plant my poem.
Renato N. Mascardo, 29 may 2020
against solitude
sunrise
sunset these mean
nothing to you who slip
in and out of awakening
alone
the pain
comes in waves but
never goes away it
stays to harry and heckle you
alone
in health
in illness and in
dying the most pain is
the thought that you are solitary
alone
yet we
who love you stand
in close proximity
we stay so you know you are not
alone//
renato
thursday 28 may 2020
Satish Verma, 28 may 2020
Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I
will bring back my moon.
There was no divination.
I still stand on my legs.
I will not talk about shadows
or any haloes. An urge to find
unknown. Touching the feet?
No I don't submit to body.
No rewards. No citation.
I will walk alone in the jungle
of prying eyes, in my
visible bones.
The flame-test. The truthless
blames, and a naked god.
I have come faraway from my childhood.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2020
The bio sheet remains
incomplete.
I am leaving the papers blank.
Singed, as the white coal:
the ash, smudged on eye brows.
I have come to rekindle
the dying flames.
The anger was mine,
scolding the scarf in winter storm,
what was the need to spread the
white sheet?
Like you will not write, an―
apology for kissing a cobra tongue.
It was ok to become a fool?
Where a tear sits on
the edge to fall in silence
for not undoing the hawthorn?
Satish Verma, 26 may 2020
Going within to feel
the war moves.The pagan
gods have come out
on parole.
Was it an esoteric event
to propitiate a violative
divinity? From crude to soft
affirmative nod, I am going to-
see the game of chairs.
Between sin and virtue,
wrong and right, nonage
always jumps into.Too proud to accept
the defeat.First the annihilation
and then the fathering.
This genesis had no design
no vision.A miraculous journey
downhill.The dawn is still
faraway.Nightlong agony
will continue.
Unclenched I hold the pen
to say nothing.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2020
Understanding the poverty
of the earth, the pain,
of the primal tribe,
invoking the god of sky.
In my victory, I was stabbed.
I will go and meet the sea.
You are there, O hunger
of home and peace, mute
as a stone, baked in
sun, waiting for the ripples.
I will burry the blackberries
in dreams, the lips will
seek the silence of a stroke,
when moon walks in unannounced.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2020
Poetry of vengeance.
This was not any pulverized
version of new memes, the
digital eating
of the truth.
We are not moving at all.
A hidden rope becomes a rattler,
frightens you from the
narcissistic stupor.
Every day a scam erupts.
The veil remains intact, but the
undercurrent explores the path
to kill you.
There was no music left in
legs. A black window jumps
over the fence. A sharp
sting brings the angina.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2020
In my assets
you blaze.
A past of you in my
future torments the wait.
Lynx-eyed you-
nip the dark.Moon will rise
after awhile.
My kin,
God's untouchables,
were born with hoods.
I am the snow
you melt in nude.The
natural thing, suicidal.
Now the shadows
lengthen.Solar eclipse
was very near.
I am going to drag out
the eternal truth.
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