Satish Verma, 15 october 2018
Give me a lone word.
I will write a poem.
You enter the final hour
of diagnosis. The kill
was imminent.
Back to back two trysts collide
generating a fire.
Who was peeling the moon?
The stab sets in. In
abeyance of the gift. I
will give you a scar.
Daisies will remain awake
at night, for the vigil
of a slain pilgrim.
Satish Verma, 13 october 2018
I have never been the same,
after watching, the abandoned
moon, rising gracefully,
and becoming secular. There
were no words, no speech;
but a biological war had
started between the shadows,
like gondolas in the air.
You unexpectedly turn blue.
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.
Satish Verma, 12 october 2018
Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky.
A tiger moth lands on the―
sweet viola to seek liberation.
You die to find a rival―
to cheat the moon.
Everynight a silver bleeds
to write your name on the stone.
What you dream, does not
become your neighbour.
You give a big hearty
laugh to frighten yourself.
Satish Verma, 11 october 2018
Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky.
A tiger moth lands on the―
sweet viola to seek liberation.
You die to find a rival―
to cheat the moon.
Everynight a silver bleeds
to write your name on the stone.
What you dream, does not
become your neighbour.
You give a big hearty
laugh to frighten yourself.
Satish Verma, 10 october 2018
On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt.
I was watching a pale moon.
*
The lone tree always
waits for the dipping moon,
to give a parting kiss.
*
I grieve for the viola.
Why does it extend one―
petal for a landing pad.
Satish Verma, 9 october 2018
When the dialogue stops
there will be a royal bleed.
I had not come to the
terms of slaughter.
Wanted now, to manage
the anguish incontinent.
Can you find some space in
waiting, for the hangman?
Footprints and invisible faces.
Somewhere a hope lives in amber.
Trapped light, in wintery dark,
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.
Satish Verma, 8 october 2018
This jungle of words.
Fear, like a badger
comes, and sits at my door.
*
The insects, I
am tired of them. All the
time I sit under a bo tree.
*
This city was
like an ocean, full
of predator sharks.
Satish Verma, 7 october 2018
Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time,
and you will be a sitting duck
in the hands of brutal clock.
Drink, Apollo,
with round eyes and
limbless torso. He walks on
the curves, reciting mantras.
There was intrigue and blackmail
in return for not telling
the indiscretion of celibates.
A damp squib. There was lot
of hissing sound, but no
explosion. Procreatiom will
stop without fire.
Wants to return to pines.
The cones, the pricks and
swaying hips of splendid suggestion.
Satish Verma, 6 october 2018
Wanting to know about
the violence in cuckoo's nest?
Heard the first call to court a mate.
*
You are not lonely
today. Moonlight will be
there at night.
*
The dark melts to
spring a surprise.
Suddenly there are colors around.
Satish Verma, 5 october 2018
The knife peels off
the silence.
Colours were very shrewd.
*
Tonight I want to sleep
open-eyed, to keep a
vigil on shooting stars.
*
The wood god
had no limbs. Only jewels
were used as prostheses.
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