Satish Verma, 18 january 2018
There were, peels
of ripples. Between.
The tangled arguments. Then you
start reading in the bumps;
a cold blooded murder.
Of poems? Serrated, when
I lifted them from your bloody hands.
No miracle. The animal
survives, without water, air.
You come down the ramp
without shoes to reclaim
the heritage.
And that means, there had been
an attempt, to commit suicide!
Satish Verma, 17 january 2018
Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer?
Was it not a crime against
poetry articulate?
Come near me.
I want to amble with tears -
of humanity before the fragility
takes a big toll.
Who says it was time
to turn over a new leaf?
The blistering gale had taken
away all the boughs and blossom.
Are you pregnant with some
idea of a candle? When it burns
through night, it has an otherness:
nameless melting.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2018
How will you measure the wide
gulf between words and hyphens?
The apostrophes will give you
restrain and isolation.
The predators will sit and
wait for the fallouts. The night
was your domain to start
sinning; in erasing the numbers.
The midnight grief during the
assault of moon. Were you ready
to unmask the hidden inter-
polator? The merciless thrush?
Candidiasis? It was eating
away your smell, your taste
and moments of glimpses
of the fire in the groins.
Satish Verma, 15 january 2018
Boundaries untouched-
I held your hands.
Peer to peer.
The highway apart-
we will become strangers,
when life would beat the flower beds.
From mountain top-
the moon will come down,
to ask for the way to martyrdom.
How will I find you-
riding on a hurricane,
when the deluge underwhelms the bridge.
Not made public-
I took you in moonlight,
celebrating the arrival of the cage.
Satish Verma, 14 january 2018
There was left no middle,
of the path. It was a washed-
out theme and
negative numbers.
No bounce in the steps.
You were cowering in terror
of tomorrow. The fear
overwhelmed the alp.
It was a family feud,
from ashes to bones.
The mixed cadence was sending
the wrong signals to the walls.
The voices now come on the street,
for traditional wars, in
change of seasons. It
was raining out of turn.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2018
Do not remove the hyphens.
The stars were trekking
on foot.
All that was a mirage.
A hot rood was leading
to a watershed.
The wholeness splatters
on the bank. The water,
takes all the dots and dashes.
The black tree was stark
naked. No leaves, no fruits.
Only the singed wood.
You cannot make the
matchsticks. You will have
to rub your hands to start the fire.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2018
A gene switch takes an
ultimate spin. The
hunger pangs increase.
Nostalgia looks up at the moon.
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I cannot predict the junk;
cannot see the dark matter.
But I know well, how you will
behave when your head explodes.
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The body stuns the anointed
deity. It was difficult to foretell
who was a sinner. I
do not want to summon another god.
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You open the belly knot of a
beast. A butterfly flutters
on your lips. I implore a memorable
kiss of the beautiful descent.
Satish Verma, 10 january 2018
In high definition
you were extolling the
unspoken words.
I was trying to grab that
something, so nice,
like a poem.
My mate!
Let us talk about the
rhythm of wilderness in private.
It has been ages
when we slept together,
like a poem.
Where there was a
waterfall, you were crying,
as a fallen dew. I
wanted to hold you on
the leaf of grass,
like a poem.
Satish Verma, 9 january 2018
Sitting in ivory tower
you will watch a tragedy
of epic nicknames.
In future of reprisals
there was a culture of hate.
A solar hit will claim the frenzy.
It was a naked death
of a stolen whip, at
high speed game of sex.
A new wrinkle appears
on the headless body,
after the wow, oh wow!
Why did you take my
name for your name?
After all what is in a name.
Satish Verma, 8 january 2018
The spill overwhelms-
the bank. The fish
will meet the mates.
*
Fireflies outstretch,
in green blaze, igniting
the extinct flame.
*
It is September, and
I need you, for
a final rendezvous.
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