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.
Satish Verma, 7 january 2018
The fumbling picks up.
The sixth sense
was failing.
A mother weeps
for the unborn child.
You were still ogling the peaks.
Were you true to yourself
in the dark, when the
moon was away?
I had lost the burning
coals, after the
rains came.
The dark mine, where
they were shot, for
picking up the lightning.
Satish Verma, 6 january 2018
A leap into death bed.
The water of life
had sucked you dry.
Tracking a subtle sound,
I was chasing you
in the jungle of untruths.
You being in the crowd,
I was locating the god’s
vision in failing lights.
Who was hiding behind
the torn pages of
scriptures? The words
had started bleeding.
O, my god, the man was
going to defile a beast!
Satish Verma, 5 january 2018
A doer was seeking
a physical thing
in this age of carnality.
Truth falls on your
path when you become
an absentee.
Take a break from
the silent assaults. Do
not go for a dirty play.
I will not do any
commerce with the paid
style of the omnivores.
The soil does not need
any weapons. It was
always under your feet.
I will wait for a disaster
to happen.
Satish Verma, 4 january 2018
One day, a dark tunnel
will ask, what was your
being, survival mode?
*
On a mission, concluding
the life, I am changing
the view of the world.
*
Back and forth, you
lived days, months, years.
Seeking eternity in moments.
Satish Verma, 3 january 2018
It was not the ordinariness.
The pain of rejection. One
night my lips touched
the lips of moon, to soak the
grief. Do not want to cross-
the threshold of guilts, like
burnished armor
taking the law into my own hands.
Waiting for a spacewalk
of the gods to find the culprit,
who escaped before your
own eyes through the gauze
of silver dust. To quit the ground
or not was the cardinal point.
You remained attached to the
faded poster of childhood. It was
a generational tragedy.
Satish Verma, 2 january 2018
Under a blue moon,
a cuckoo
gives an agonizing call.
*
Clouds will wait.
Till a caravan
of herons will sail.
*
The rains have
washed away all the malice,
all the soot.
Satish Verma, 1 january 2018
To find peace,
you break the coconut,
a ritual to dent
the dark night.
Amnesia disconnects
your pronouns.
You do not remember
your name.
A monkey or a fowl.
The existence was
the same for your
unknown inheritance.
Want to collect the golden
motif; from the
old brick house, sans
a real god, old brick house.
A straight line hangs
from a roof, igniting the
faith. There was no ghost
no jinni.
George Krokos, 1 january 2018
I'd like to wish a Happy New Year to one and all
and hope that together we'll try and not to forestall
each others efforts to write directly from the heart
what life and nature itself is thereby eager to impart
about our journey with them to find out the reasons
as to why we're all here and to enjoy those seasons
and phases of our lives with all their highs and lows
without which we'd have nothing God only knows.
Always try and do the right thing.
so that at least it may good bring.
Have a happy, safe, healthy,
prosperous and creative
New Year in 2018
Many Blessings
to one and all.
_________
Satish Verma, 31 december 2017
Rainbow, a hymn
never betrays you.
Always comes after the rain.
*
Lying on grass
watching the sky
for a blue moon.
*
I dream and I
stare without eyes
into the words.
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