Satish Verma, 15 january 2018
Boundaries untouched-
I held your hands.
Peer to peer.
The highway apart-
we will become strangers,
when life would beat the flower beds.
From mountain top-
the moon will come down,
to ask for the way to martyrdom.
How will I find you-
riding on a hurricane,
when the deluge underwhelms the bridge.
Not made public-
I took you in moonlight,
celebrating the arrival of the cage.
Satish Verma, 14 january 2018
There was left no middle,
of the path. It was a washed-
out theme and
negative numbers.
No bounce in the steps.
You were cowering in terror
of tomorrow. The fear
overwhelmed the alp.
It was a family feud,
from ashes to bones.
The mixed cadence was sending
the wrong signals to the walls.
The voices now come on the street,
for traditional wars, in
change of seasons. It
was raining out of turn.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2018
Do not remove the hyphens.
The stars were trekking
on foot.
All that was a mirage.
A hot rood was leading
to a watershed.
The wholeness splatters
on the bank. The water,
takes all the dots and dashes.
The black tree was stark
naked. No leaves, no fruits.
Only the singed wood.
You cannot make the
matchsticks. You will have
to rub your hands to start the fire.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2018
A gene switch takes an
ultimate spin. The
hunger pangs increase.
Nostalgia looks up at the moon.
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I cannot predict the junk;
cannot see the dark matter.
But I know well, how you will
behave when your head explodes.
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The body stuns the anointed
deity. It was difficult to foretell
who was a sinner. I
do not want to summon another god.
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You open the belly knot of a
beast. A butterfly flutters
on your lips. I implore a memorable
kiss of the beautiful descent.
Satish Verma, 10 january 2018
In high definition
you were extolling the
unspoken words.
I was trying to grab that
something, so nice,
like a poem.
My mate!
Let us talk about the
rhythm of wilderness in private.
It has been ages
when we slept together,
like a poem.
Where there was a
waterfall, you were crying,
as a fallen dew. I
wanted to hold you on
the leaf of grass,
like a poem.
Satish Verma, 9 january 2018
Sitting in ivory tower
you will watch a tragedy
of epic nicknames.
In future of reprisals
there was a culture of hate.
A solar hit will claim the frenzy.
It was a naked death
of a stolen whip, at
high speed game of sex.
A new wrinkle appears
on the headless body,
after the wow, oh wow!
Why did you take my
name for your name?
After all what is in a name.
Satish Verma, 8 january 2018
The spill overwhelms-
the bank. The fish
will meet the mates.
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Fireflies outstretch,
in green blaze, igniting
the extinct flame.
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It is September, and
I need you, for
a final rendezvous.
Satish Verma, 7 january 2018
The fumbling picks up.
The sixth sense
was failing.
A mother weeps
for the unborn child.
You were still ogling the peaks.
Were you true to yourself
in the dark, when the
moon was away?
I had lost the burning
coals, after the
rains came.
The dark mine, where
they were shot, for
picking up the lightning.
Satish Verma, 6 january 2018
A leap into death bed.
The water of life
had sucked you dry.
Tracking a subtle sound,
I was chasing you
in the jungle of untruths.
You being in the crowd,
I was locating the god’s
vision in failing lights.
Who was hiding behind
the torn pages of
scriptures? The words
had started bleeding.
O, my god, the man was
going to defile a beast!
Satish Verma, 5 january 2018
A doer was seeking
a physical thing
in this age of carnality.
Truth falls on your
path when you become
an absentee.
Take a break from
the silent assaults. Do
not go for a dirty play.
I will not do any
commerce with the paid
style of the omnivores.
The soil does not need
any weapons. It was
always under your feet.
I will wait for a disaster
to happen.
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