Satish Verma, 19 july 2018
While I limp,
a schizo runs parallel with the moon.
Climbs the hill
to sort out the night. Terror.
The shadows were fighting. The lost innocence.
Delta was forked, dividing the pain. Sensuous
bliss rising, falling.
Where will you go now? Billions of planets wait for your arrival. Einstein
was calling you again.
The shards of moon were waterborn
reflecting in your eyes.
Satish Verma, 18 july 2018
A decapitated
thought, writes a new scribble
on the sands.
*
There were dark
footprints of a seagull
on the white beach.
*
I am sitting
on the bank, counting
the beating waves.
Satish Verma, 17 july 2018
In fending off, the questions,
after mutilation,
a maverick was asking,
would you go beyond the species?
Escape was not an
abstract. It was a concrete evidence
against the bleed and hurt.
Invocation was becoming absolute necessity.
The poetry of death has
many stanzas. The tribe wants
it share, but I will write
about the beauty of dying sun.
Silence was a true poem.
You speak some inaudible words.
Satish Verma, 16 july 2018
Afraid to ask, the white
fingers, to write a name on black paper.
The milky way.*Janus will
trap the light and open the doors.
War of words was not
going to stop. The alphabets do─
not pronounce well. The─
rape, the brutality, the mutilated death?
The mother tongue weeps.
The masks will write a history, in exile.
Throwing the coins? The
real face becomes a poem, lifting the wrists.
Satish Verma, 14 july 2018
Living the moment
without participation.
Not accepting the liberation.
I will call you when
earth starts weeping.
Someone lights a match
in dark, to see the rim
of black hole. A
suspension bridge hangs
between the tunnel of lies.
The uncertain tomorrow
and truncated present.
The life breaks the relationship
between fire and rain. Now
you invoke the black cloud.
The mania. You are shoved
on the tracks before incoming
electric wheels. This was
democracy on move pushing
the entrails out.
Satish Verma, 13 july 2018
Defining the borders
with guilds,
a body hangs on a rope
mauled and fabled.
I am making a fool of myself
to find your hand.
Watching the world upside down,
the ailing Buddha─
was dying. I don't own the day.
Tomorrow will not remain yours.
Satish Verma, 12 july 2018
Only by accident you
will find life in
the dead elephant.
We start soul-searching
to uncover,
the hidden path to─
landlocked sea of poachers
of ivory truth.
Infant cries, sleeping
in grass, wait for the
blossoms of spring.
Like a panther
a red cloud descends
to kill the moving, play
without pain.
The nightfall,
when you will discover
yourself in grief
and wait for the sun.
Satish Verma, 11 july 2018
With timeless words,
you glorify the puppet,
slapping the moon.
*
How strange!
The master was stealing
the wheat of hungry.
*
The man versus
beast. A chaste rivalry.
Who was vulgar?
Satish Verma, 10 july 2018
The insider,
of a windowless room
outreaches a gun.
A signature assault
nips at your heels
in revenge.
Mind in a rubber sac,
in search of─
a real country.
A balloon thought,
soars high, towards infinity,
to snoop at the god.
You should have
myriad tears, for the
fallen, *Black Beauty from unknown.
Satish Verma, 9 july 2018
A war was on,
(psychological)
to transgress the unwritten line.
Me, stranded on the
sands of time.
Day after day
shaven heads in protest
erupt in fury.
Firebrands join like
ducks to water.
In camera, you
open the folds of mystery.
As we start reading script,
the wounds were mine,
and you were the sounds.
On the table, I put my
eyes, ears and my
father's shoes. I come
out in open, to take
a shower of abuses.
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