Satish Verma, 30 december 2017
Poverty of thoughts
beats you endlessly.
What was the other form of violence?
Body of water bursts.
There was an absentee lover
trying to overtop the levee.
Pounding of chest
was figurative.
Someone was dying of hunger.
It was a great paradox.
The eagle was rising
for a sudden dive.
Labyrinthine. An intricate
argument. From which-
side will come the death?
Satish Verma, 29 december 2017
Overly possessing the karma,
you sail in meditation.
Does creation tag along
the destruction of self?
The chain persists. You leave
the theater. The ancient
voice gives the soft resoundings.
Something was always left
to say. The neophyte will
not speak. The arms
were overreaching.
Take hold of the window.
Some light will have deep
penetration. Edge was very
sharp. Pack up your belongings.
Satish Verma, 28 december 2017
After the rains,
it was a full moon
in summer night.
Fleeing from a subculture-
of violence, she was
nestling in the arms of clouds.
A lost killer swearing
with bruised arms,
raking up the old vendetta-
beheads the phallic
image. A brutalizing
score, when we were celebrating
the moon’s arrival. There was
no impropriety in spilling.
Sperm was the conjugal bliss.
Satish Verma, 27 december 2017
Unstitched, you visit
my navel, without
warning. There were
bloody stains. I made
no surrender. The bullet
went very deep.
Sovereignty was at stake.
I sit like Buddha
under a raging moon –
invoking the spirits. An
irreverence bites me, scares
me to the bones.
Glitch. I lost the vision.
The nude version was
very pure, very sane.
Satish Verma, 24 december 2017
The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin.
After the lunar walk,
you flinch back in horror.
A gaint leap has ended
in a coal tar pit. Are you
sure we have landed
at a right spot?
Extraterrestrial. An immune
disorder. Your autism
was evolving into a
monster of twisted brain.
Outside your home
dozens of bodies were found.
What were you doing
when genocide started.
Satish Verma, 23 december 2017
O my Master!
I am breaking rank,
with space and cosmos.
The scorched earth
wants another moon,
another sun.
The blue abyss
invites for a final plunge.
I may find my stars.
O my pain!
give me more needles
more bites.
On a platter
you carry the severed title
of my poem.
Satish Verma, 22 december 2017
Between the sun and moon
you come to transcend
the frescoes on the sky
for a lost chance.
It fuels the anxiety.
When do I meet you
in dark to explore the
lightning rod.
The inside enemy will
allude to self-immolation.
Where will end the
agony of man?
The carnage continues
unabated. The crowds are thinning.
Lurking men on fimbriae dump the veils.
Who will invite them today?
Satish Verma, 21 december 2017
To access the mountain,
are you ready
to carry the rock?
*
Deep in my heart
flows the river
of summer pain.
*
A teardrop in
a sea of daffodils.
Who was blind?
Satish Verma, 20 december 2017
The shoes
will have to come off.
You have to walk
barefoot on grass.
Life had become
unworthy, of death.
Do you believe
in killing of a river?
This was age
of denials. When glib was
beseeched by truth not to
speak against dry bed of water.
The flames of battlefield
suck the glory of coci.
They were standing
in a line for the prayers.
Did you know what
was beyond the sky?
A loveless world
where no bird sings.
Satish Verma, 19 december 2017
The yellow metal
protecting the unborn
will catapult to outrageous heights.
*
Sky confronts the Mars
in improvisation. On earth,
the dead were lying side by side.
*
Ah, the mercy killing
of oneself. Out of compassion
or taking a revenge?
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