Satish Verma, 19 may 2021
It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god
of dreams, there was
no paradise.
You had become an alien
to your body. Split scenarios.
A fight going on―
between two selves.
Every morn, a shock comes,
a revelation pops up. You
fall, a victim of civil war―
in surprise.
The headlights on, you
were driving straight into
the bright sun to burn
your wings.
Satish Verma, 18 may 2021
A long night―
unending was,
the wait for the sickle moon.
Midnight,
shooting stars―
you are still breathing?
Doleful cry―
of the crickets. Why
the rain has stopped?
I was talking―
to the clouds
for a favor.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2021
For a lake feel
to find the four-leaf clover
grazing your absence.
But the road does not run.
And I cannot reach
the wicked rapture.
Where the gray sky
meets the water's shadow
every wave weeps for the moon.
Like a dragonfly skimming
the import, floats on the
dampened page of life.
You will not be able to sleep
in this full moon.
The pilgrim hawk was flying
very low.
Satish Verma, 16 may 2021
When I asked you to
drop the millstone―
a bunch of dreams,
you wanted to move away from sun.
Building melatonin,
after visiting the shrine―
in dark. The deity has
started taking a both.
Helium― the noble gas.
How high will it take you,
in a balloon, which was rising
towards the Mars?
Crashed. I break into
pieces of terra cotta. I don't
want to leave the earth. Spread
my ashes on the beach.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2021
You were comfortable,
when you abused in native speech.
After the conviction,
there was smoke and ash.
Bring down the white plumes
from the volcano's crater,
and begin the swan song
for the sake of vanishing grace.
It is my turn now to
walk in penumbra, wrapping
off the dark core of human mind
and give a prelude to matephors.
Below the wings, the
trapped wind lifts the fallacy
of a fall when you were
already buried in a shadowless flesh.
Satish Verma, 13 may 2021
The candle burns
your thumb.Night will
not contain the light.
How you will write
the beginning of a tragic tale,
when you don't know the end?
Your voice was buried
in the soundscape of howling winds.
No star was ready to lift the veil.
The shadows of unseen are legthening.
I cross your boundaries
to know my destiny.
The woods are smouldering
without sparks..My fingers are
singed and feet blackened.The unknown path
will receive your footprints
and you would start seeing
in the rage of night.
Satish Verma, 12 may 2021
Another―
frozen relationship
between man and beast,
you want to thaw.
The god,
had become uglier
after throwing you―
in pit. Disbelief debates―
why to find the logic?
I wanted to become a period―
after commas and parentheses.
Who was great?
Nobody comes forward―
when you are beheaded amidst
the crowd, which goes into the
applause of life time.
Satish Verma, 11 may 2021
In search of―
lotus flower,
you go in water.
*
The frog croaks,
sitting on
bowl-leaf.
*
A lily with
dark pink flowers
for Buddha.
*
For a lotus―
eater, nothing else
was important.
Satish Verma, 10 may 2021
Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The
homesick moon comes close.
*
Was there any hope
beyond the darkness?
My hands are very dirty.
*
What was the maniac
pain of the sea?
No boat wants to sink.
*
Soundless was your
enemy in bush.
Why were you lamenting?
Satish Verma, 9 may 2021
Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem,
is an ego trip.
The white tiger
mauls a cow,
beyond the audio.
You are shrinking―
now at the hands of
unqualified arms.
No need of any
funeral finale. The bones
are as white as the moon.
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