Satish Verma, 24 december 2017
The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin.
After the lunar walk,
you flinch back in horror.
A gaint leap has ended
in a coal tar pit. Are you
sure we have landed
at a right spot?
Extraterrestrial. An immune
disorder. Your autism
was evolving into a
monster of twisted brain.
Outside your home
dozens of bodies were found.
What were you doing
when genocide started.
Satish Verma, 23 december 2017
O my Master!
I am breaking rank,
with space and cosmos.
The scorched earth
wants another moon,
another sun.
The blue abyss
invites for a final plunge.
I may find my stars.
O my pain!
give me more needles
more bites.
On a platter
you carry the severed title
of my poem.
Satish Verma, 22 december 2017
Between the sun and moon
you come to transcend
the frescoes on the sky
for a lost chance.
It fuels the anxiety.
When do I meet you
in dark to explore the
lightning rod.
The inside enemy will
allude to self-immolation.
Where will end the
agony of man?
The carnage continues
unabated. The crowds are thinning.
Lurking men on fimbriae dump the veils.
Who will invite them today?
Satish Verma, 21 december 2017
To access the mountain,
are you ready
to carry the rock?
*
Deep in my heart
flows the river
of summer pain.
*
A teardrop in
a sea of daffodils.
Who was blind?
Satish Verma, 20 december 2017
The shoes
will have to come off.
You have to walk
barefoot on grass.
Life had become
unworthy, of death.
Do you believe
in killing of a river?
This was age
of denials. When glib was
beseeched by truth not to
speak against dry bed of water.
The flames of battlefield
suck the glory of coci.
They were standing
in a line for the prayers.
Did you know what
was beyond the sky?
A loveless world
where no bird sings.
Satish Verma, 19 december 2017
The yellow metal
protecting the unborn
will catapult to outrageous heights.
*
Sky confronts the Mars
in improvisation. On earth,
the dead were lying side by side.
*
Ah, the mercy killing
of oneself. Out of compassion
or taking a revenge?
Satish Verma, 17 december 2017
One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement.
Down’s syndrome frightens the catfish.
The bottom dwelling
body double, wants a compensation
for jumping up to your lips.
Not impressed, in vitro
the black moon
heaps a silver spoon in your mouth.
The body preys on your soul.
Are you ready to take a dip
in the smoke coming out of the tunnel?
The hard boiled tale
of intrauterine device, seals the
fear of life. there was no birth, no death.
Satish Verma, 15 december 2017
Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.
Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend!
Satish Verma, 14 december 2017
A steep drowning
in traffic of curves-
of legitimate sin.
It was a supergame
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light-
years. Are you still
hosting the life? In
cracks and crevices of pain?
Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were
you serious about bount-
eous harvest? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.
Satish Verma, 13 december 2017
To undo, the rare
appearance of a god;
scouring the water, before the
sun, divides the land.
What was the worth
of a ritual, around the fallen virtues?
The salt lake threw up
the broken genes.
The swirling sand covers
the boat, stranded on the beach.
A tempest is waited upon. The
gestures carry a message.
No authority.
I do not want to corrupt myself.
There was a narrow path
leading to the pink eyes.
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