Satish Verma, 24 april 2019
Half milk water and
half water milk.
The predators were happy.
How would you,
justify a self kill, in the
sea of medusae and whales.
That was not only
warts and all. There were holes
in the golden bucket,
and fount was dry.
The glass house. This
concept gives a jolt.
You cannot change
the masks. Deaf and
dumb.the sky was deaf and dumb.
You refuse to divulge the
name of assassin.
Satish Verma, 23 april 2019
Drum-beats were coming
nearer. The lineage is being questioned.
Archaeopteryx is being kicked.
upward. It was too slow;
was not able to fly.
Things are not moving, as you
want them, in romantic
relationship with the road.
A madness permeates. The
acolytes were busy in playing
the act, that all wars
will never come to end.
Anointing the salt smell as
savior, after the shadow-boxing.
The sparring must continue―
to find out the catwalk.
The ramp was going upward.
Satish Verma, 22 april 2019
The icon,
is a smoky gem,
like a random stone, hiding
a jewel.
You become an ex;
throwing the gauntlet
over the frozen
shoulder.
Everything glides
around you. I am sinking
in Bermuda Triangle.
The trembling hands
groping for―
the coral reef under the water.
The tiger will not
sleep tonight. You cannot
shut the eyes, when
I am being pit-roasted.
Satish Verma, 21 april 2019
There was a lapse
before the fall of moon.
I am standing in dark.
A wolf a day was
enough to eat me. The digital
pain seeps in the
sad ceremony.
Someone buries
the hatchet in stars far away,
wearing the black mask.
I steal your poeny.
Your velvety voice for the
sake of wronged yellow.
A candle burns
in the white room, bereft
of any trappings.
Satish Verma, 20 april 2019
When the surveillance increased,
the curtains started
falling. You were ready to
start the dialogue with death
holding off your hunger.
Each face had its history
scripted on the forehead. Dark is
after all dark. You unroll
the night-black lace and
confront the moon.
Under the old banyan tree
a dream lies with limbs tied.
A mob smears the vermillion on its body
and then starts lynching it.
I have only one question.
Why were we towed on
wrong leads for tallest peak?
Satish Verma, 19 april 2019
This attitude rattles
me. Silence has―
become very vocal.
The body does not listen
now. A knife
has become celibate.
The unsung hero was
untainted and pure.
It was the veil, which was corrupt.
Are you ready for
the hang? The wrists cut
open were not bleeding.
The jewel of the fire
does not burn. Even the
purple hemlock is very sweet.
Satish Verma, 18 april 2019
Aghast at the―
burning brutality and domination
of the glaring sun, I will
ask the moon, when will
it release the hormones.
A palm size,
unscripted poem, struggles
to come on the surface;
pulled between the moon
and the sea.
The libidinal instinct,
overtakes the activist. A newly
minted face throws the shadow;
equivocal. The traffic of
poppies will freeze in the tracks.
Here are the keys and
there were the locks.
Satish Verma, 17 april 2019
Even the tree enters its shade.
It was very hot this
summer, while walking in moon.
*
Sleeping under the cacti
and talking to God. Do you
know the ecstasy of pricks?
*
This was my total wealth,
the verses. I cannot spend on you,
Oh my god, what an idea?
Satish Verma, 16 april 2019
Penchant for bats. Always
nocturnal./ Sustained flight.
Eyes piercing./ Incisors ready to
dig in you with anticoagulant saliva.
Your echolocation will attract
more suicides./ Don’t write
poems about leitmotivs.
I will say.
An imaginary withdrawl.
I am no more in your eyes. A sheep
jumps from the cliff.
You start a bonfire / of all your wins
as a signal. The immaculate dawn rising.
Killing me.
Satish Verma, 14 april 2019
A lamplit page
that smells your body.
I still remember the
cajoling maneuver to give
me a spin.
Oysters. They were crawling
to eject the pearls. And
spiders weaving a net
to trap my thoughts. A
fly lands in the labyrinth.
War of attrition. A tremor
shakes the pillars. Moments
of disintegration. The fragments
throw the footprints in
your hands.
You cannot write your
name on your book.
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