Satish Verma, 30 august 2016
After the moon
it was an unkempt night.
I wanted to kill the narrative
and recast the frozen history.
A dirt road leads to a new trajectory now,
splattered with blood.
A double tongued thought brings
the ire of screaming horror.
Strapped for knowledge, he believed
in resurrection of a black hole.
The pain, it hurts terrible.
Emblematic was the bending of candles.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2016
The hawk was always hatching
a pacer,
to spin the surveillance,
tampering the tracks of violence.
The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes
went on to spread the dragnet
striking gold from the liquid
denials. The sovereignity was
violated of a virgin god.
The rule of drinking was sidelined.
Kiss will survive after the death opens
the back door of a globe.
Dreams are exhausted. There will
be no comeback of a star player
in the game of bloody manipulations.
Morgan, 29 august 2016
In their blue-black coats,
a sun-splash for an epaulet
they're tasty this year
extra glossy and fat
God alone knows why--
some years are just like that.
Coming home from Costco,
one by one, we toss them back
(they're irresistible)
spitting the pits
(they fall in the cracks)
we mean to be trees
but doubt ever will:
longer mornings needed
we agree for that;
deeper soil to root-search in
than any here in the 'hood;
higher sky,
a particular slant of rain
and the kinship of their kind.
Anyhow, we can't resist.
And, coming home
fish them out faster,
by the two's and three's, now
from their plastic boats;
faster and faster
pop off the stems
and toss them back like years,
buffing them first on our shirts.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2016
You become a chair.
A dream sits in you
for a graphic detail of
pelvis. A trophy?
Was it undecorous to present
a cadaver walking on the earth?
A serial killer wants a plaque
on his grave after the verdict.
Saber-rattling has started,
unplucking the lovers of game.
A peltate shield in hushed silence
covers the undressing.
The prisoner of words tempers with
a mask to become a bruise.
Satish Verma, 26 august 2016
The doubters will cross the coals
after the raid.
Apology will not be in attendance.
Sitting on the throne of
cold blooded assassination, do you think
justice demands the revenge?
Whom you are killing, the body
or the spirit? Heads will roll
after debriefing.
O my god, politics always
enters the fray, when you are preparing
a carpet of roses.
Against the black moon
a fast unto death
by a virile sunblind?
Satish Verma, 25 august 2016
It was a fake time,
moon will not rise.
Words were afloat
on junk dna.
A stonefaced pseudonym
dies point-blank.
The surprise, the speed
was not on our radar.
The ravenous siblings
now asleep on walls.
Naive or disingenuous.
A sitting Buddha will decide.
dhaneswar bey, 25 august 2016
Oh its Village.
In the Village No one Challage Each Other
Human will Happy What He is,
Human are Happy What They have,
Human never feel What others are.
I am Happy What I am.
In City Human are be in
Compatition
You have this, other have that
Why Can't I ?
In this Human are Every much
Happy in Village, But Growing
World Human avoid to Stay Village.
Why Why Being a Human
All Our Climate Change and Globalwarming
Are due to City, Not Due to Village
Villagers are very Natural Friendly.
All thier Culture belongs to Nature.
Village Village Village.
Dhaneswar Bey
dhaneswar bey, 25 august 2016
Human Life..
Human are keeps Finding the Happiness
But Happines never stable
And Never be with us
Size of our Body, Height and Weight
Grown up, Issue in the Life
Grow Up and never End.
But Human feel themself Happy.
Finding Happiness
Human Forget Themself
Forget Father and Mother
Or Relatives
But He never Find his Real
Happiness Happiness.
End will be Body Strongness
Are Getting Weak Day after a Day
Happiness will follow like Wind
For a Peace of Happiness
Atlast Human will Lay Down
In the Earth and End.
Dhaneswar Bey
dhaneswar bey, 25 august 2016
Human Life..
Human are keeps Finding the Happiness
But Happines never stable
And Never be with us
Size of our Body, Height and Weight
Grown up, Issue in the Life
Grow Up and never End.
But Human feel themself Happy.
Finding Happiness
Human Forget Themself
Forget Father and Mother
Or Relatives
But He never Find his Real
Happiness Happiness.
End will be Body Strongness
Are Getting Weak Day after a Day
Happiness will follow like Wind
For a Peace of Happiness
Atlast Human will Lay Down
In the Earth and End.
Dhaneswar Bey
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