Satish Verma, 3 december 2017
Where do
I go in dark?
There was no moon
no taper.
*
The petals,
unspeak, fall
from the endowed,
forehead of goddess!
*
Do you believe-
in omens?
Between right and wrong
I am crumbling.
kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017
Your eyes
Your face
That smile
You’re a jewel,
And am every joule,
Irrefutably mesmerized
Your skin
Your hands
Your neck,
Those fingers
You’re angelic,
And am breathlessly yours.
kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017
A times,
We really miss people,
And most times, it really sucks.
So, it ended,
You denied,
You were angry,
Hell, you even bargained,
You were depressed,
But finally, you accepted.
You lost and grieved,
It’s over, the end, right?!
Wrong!
You meet,
Look into their eyes,
And bam kaboom,
All the beautiful feelings,
Breath-taking memories,
Gush in, drowning else,
And the loss, hits you,
All over again.
kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017
I cry for the little boy I was,
I cry for him: deeply every day.
I cry that I failed him: utterly.
For the poor decisions I unmade,
The stupid risks I stayed,
The first kiss and first bases delayed,
The things he loved I crushed,
And his hates; foolishly entertained.
I cry for myself,
For murdering, killing;
Destroying a childhood,
And for messing a future
The poor decisions, the risks, the delayed
The crushed affairs and loathes entertained,
Where is he now? Who I am now?
Where is his place in this world?
kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017
Am afraid
Am scared
Am terrified
A times petrified
To see
To think
Feel, Experience
Let alone imagine
Your cry
Your fury
or your pain,
And even worse,
your absence.
kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017
Forget feelings,
And remind the heart,
That it is just an organ,
Just like a butt or its hole,
Remind it of its sole role,
Cause am frail as a whole,
Tell it to just pump,
The red damn blood.
kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017
Lady!
Your eyes,
Your voice,
Has an arousing timbre
That unwillingly excites and tampers
Sensually with my timber
Raising its herculean temper
Quenchable only by thy thighs
Precious!
Princess!
Come over
Stay! Sleep over
And let my timber
Swim in your honey
Satish Verma, 1 december 2017
Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile
in a dance;
for the evolution of sexuality.
The exodus was a stunt
playing with fire.
I will hide nothing.
I was a cloud within a dot.
Unknowing the fall, I
seek, the failure, to climb
again on strange words
to find the underlying meaning of pain.
You begin exploring
the hills after the unexplained
apartheid, after the bloodbath
of the golden peacocks.
Satish Verma, 30 november 2017
You punish yourself
for not becoming a naught.
The triumph had
destroyed you completely.
A seductive purr
of a surrogate write,
wants to lift your parameters
without attribution.
A vague integrity was
choking the vitals.
The defeat was within.
You failed to accept the judgement.
Rendered clean after
the bristled attack, your shirt
does not show stains
of slurred concentrate.
The guilt was not the same.
It was the ephemeral moon.
Night was not going to wait.
I was not ready to sin.
Satish Verma, 29 november 2017
Becoming blind
in lightless depth;
between the faults
we meet.
Moving the wheels.
I was the sound; -
spreading across the
unspoken epiphany.
Flirting with inevitable
doom, you crash on
the poems of –
raging green.
A tongue wants a
novelty of death,
in the arms of
the frozen light.
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