Satish Verma, 13 june 2018
It was an outrage.
The weaver on the
loom was brutalized.
A design was raped.
The color screams,
I want to live.
Septicaemia spreads.
Time to be ashamed,
when your gut was removed.
The salt hurts on
the bitten lips. A
genome falters.
Let me try to define─
who we are; and
where we are going.
Satish Verma, 12 june 2018
Unknowing the known
was politics
of unsold thoughts.
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This was─
cyberstalking. I do not want
to talk.
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The game
has backfired. It has
become a land mine.
Satish Verma, 11 june 2018
You were not present.
Far from the pallid sky─
in the graveyard,
the marbled tears
had become the eyes.
The meanness of the grill.
It will not fix the sun.
I stand by a river,
which was very thirsty─
very deep.
The silent flight of a
white falcon takes a dive─
for the darkned moon.
The wingless poem soars high
to catch the words.
The jacarandas were trumpeting
in blue flowers, of the return
of demigods.
Satish Verma, 10 june 2018
Prepare the beds
for the nocturnal read of book.
The wodden angels-
have arrived, carrying
the golden caskets.
O zero town,
your children are coming home.
There will be no interrogation
in this fusion of grief
and anger!
I refuse to take
a hoax call of death. The
moon becons for an eternal bliss.
Let the red eyes─
speak not of any pain.
The agony of crying sky
will not be said by any mourning
mother, when you throw the dust
unto dust. A new journey
had just begun.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2018
You must be precise.
I am in search of me.
No clue, yet to find the hand,
which was baked in the klin─
and that did not feel the pain.
It was all over. No need to nurse
anybody. The wounds, the multiple
bullet marks. Did you see it coming?
The fusillade, which lit up the room?
You become the question to find the
answer. Come out of the body.
There was no spring in sight.
It was a long winter of sealed lips
You must be color-blind.
The roses look black. The
avalanche was red!
Satish Verma, 8 june 2018
We heard the screams.
Water to water,
fire to fire.
It was not marginal pain.
A meaningful dialogue
had started in unhinged doors.
The house is empty.
You come out from nothingness
to share the slogans.
The country wakes in the eye of guns.
Someone was fishing in troubled
waters. The bread becomes crazy.
Under the black moon
the white, hungry mouths.
A sacrifice!
Satish Verma, 7 june 2018
It was chillingly true.
You walked out─
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.
There were some very
hard questions. Why─
did you snap,
while sparrows were mating?
Carnage. The roses
were burning inside. The
red cherries shriek and
run for the amnesty.
On the terrace, the yellow
moon descends for a─
word. Why the nukes were
pointed towards the spiders?
Satish Verma, 6 june 2018
Infamous in death.
You stop fighting─
with me. I will ask the dynasty,
Where was your enemy?
It was within you, he
said. Crawling in the dark─
poems. Will you invite
the monk for the atonement?
Spiritual? Between the
sentences, you fall asleep.
Green-crockery turn to a
naked statue, for comfort.
The black lips start
kissing the red hooks.
Satish Verma, 5 june 2018
Grip loosening;
the lesser evil─
will liberate you─
from the nights terror.
The moon bleeds,
in your bed.
A raw wound─
unblinks in pain.
No words will speak
for the fallen icon.
The death has extracted
its price.
Black milk exudes
from the round breasts.
Sun was rising.
Satish Verma, 4 june 2018
The auspicious death
in moonless night.
Anxiety meets the ultimate.
What was left now
to cultivate the kiss
of unknown. Everything
has been spread on the bed.
The knife, the heart and
the parting lips.
The purity was at stake.
Spiteful and maligned, you
tear off the tender drape.
The black silence
descends in the gash of the
memory. A white marble bleeds.
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