Renato N. Mascardo, 21 october 2017
in time
has it
been that long since
our minds touched
has it
been ages since
we spoke in whispers
has it
been such a long
while since we looked at each other
and smiled
like oil
time smoothens the
the jagged edges of
the memories that we shared in
the past
but now
that you are no
longer here i wait for
memories of life without you
to smoothen
in time//
renato
friday 20 october 2017
Satish Verma, 20 october 2017
Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown
entry, of heron
in the lake.
*
Flawless, a big fish
eats the small fish.
It was not a
faux pas.
*
The animalism
outreaches. Would you
now go for a
favourite deity?
Satish Verma, 19 october 2017
Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.
*
Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.
+
Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more?
Satish Verma, 18 october 2017
In blue,
starry night.
Who was ephemeral?
The shifting sand?
*
The evil,
in turbulent waters,
outlives-
the flames.
*
Charred,
earthscape.
It was becoming an art.
You have countless abstracts.
Satish Verma, 17 october 2017
Did you know
what was the time?
O, watchmaker,
trapped in your own shadow,
you were yourself a fugitive.
Leaky ethics.
Standing on the edge of
sunken earth, you were facing
an inevitable fall.
Do not take a flight, O time.
Walk with me. I did’t want
to lead you. Why were you
holding on to chaste buds. Birds
were gone. The gravitational
pull will find the targets.
Ah, the molested
intelligence, now wants, no compensation.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2017
Facing an imminent
onslaught of apparitions, I
wanted an excuse,
to write a poem.
Staying raw,
in this dark, can I see your particle
face? Drop by drop you
moved away. Between –
you and me was a blue
lake. Shall I undo your
percussive existence, brutalizing
the wings, the peaks?
An Aryan pride? Why
not we walk back home
hand in hand, under the black
sky and a summer moon.
Satish Verma, 15 october 2017
Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong?
Moon was watching
solemnly.
*
A cuckoo sings
somberly. In a rainy morn.
Why were you not coming
for undoing a sin?
*
The evenings are
listless. Nothing to do,
nothing to brood.
Immaculate dying.
Satish Verma, 14 october 2017
Arrange the foot-candles
for candela. I am not
going on back foot.
Moon was not burning tonight.
The real darkness descends.
You brace yourself
for a crude assault.
Clouds are thinning out.
You wanted to remove
yourself from the Eros.
Was it not egregious when,
someone is shot when he was sitting quietly?
An amorous saint? Will
you be able to separate-
sex from the violence? He was-
a jester, just acting in a movie.
Satish Verma, 12 october 2017
The guile demands
some apology,
from raw stings.
Flirting with illegibility:
Mercurially hot,
there was a preempt strike.
The monsoon comes late.
You would wait for the
wet encounter.
Not seedy one;
dragging a green wound.
Ending sine die.
The white salt
on the lips will speak-
the telltale marks, of crude assault.
Who will surrender
in the end, I will
find out, covering my eyes.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.
We sat together at the breakfast table, with talk of the day ahead
as always you had something to say, to help me clear my head.
The phone rang, one of the children, needing you again
you patiently talked and listened to her, taking away her pain.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have spoken to an Angel today.
When I came home in the evening, at the end of a busy day
you were there at the door to meet me, in your usual way.
I’d never seen you more beautiful, in the clothes you wear
I held you close to kiss you, while my hand ran through your hair.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have seen an Angel today.
Now as I lay beside you, as you sleep, in the dark of the night
I think how you always bring to my life, so much love and light.
Without your love I would be, like a candle without a flame
for the close ones, who share our love, it would be the same.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have loved an Angel today.
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