Satish Verma, 16 november 2017
Adept in riling.
You cannot chew the thoughts.
There was no mandible.
This double-edged
cutlass. The curvy contour
brings you to a hole. You
spray a defoliant to
denude the trees.
Naivete.
Who was competent enough
to disconnect the sparring
bulls. Disingenuous, you
were not interested to –
design a stillness as a
requiem for the trailing dazzlers.
Satish Verma, 15 november 2017
The sound of animosity
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.
The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching
the sermons, the adjectives.
Will you accept the
atrocity of nouns who keep
on inviting the fat spiders?
The vision has failed.
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.
Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking
to Sisyphus.
Satish Verma, 14 november 2017
The sound of animosity
wakes you up.
There was a shadow war.
The ethnic otherness,
when you were ditching
the sermons, the adjectives.
Will you accept the
atrocity of nouns who keep
on inviting the fat spiders?
The vision has failed.
I don’t find any cue
to the nests of sparrows.
Ah, the booming guns.
But I was talking
to Sisyphus.
Satish Verma, 12 november 2017
Untimely.
Illegitimate.
I will not ask
for an apology.
The hymn
started too early.
The dust had
settled on the lens.
Imitation.
Not real pearls.
Your words do not
convey the thought.
There was a
long distance –
between your lips
and my self-immolation.
Satish Verma, 11 november 2017
Wisdom
picks on the dementia.
I lash out in drunken rage.
The water world,
I stand on an island
in incremental rain-
of denials. Time was
floating on the shells.
Sea was in sullen mood.
Sunless sky wants
to start a ceremony of
clouds and tears.
How far you will
walk with a gypsy?
I have started the journey for invisible.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2017
It was
a stunning defection
in dark.
+
You felt
halved
in dark glory.
*
Angry,
Hurt.
Reciting the hymn.
*
Legless larvae
do not want
to become flies.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2017
It was
a stunning defection
in dark.
+
You felt
halved
in dark glory.
*
Angry,
Hurt.
Reciting the hymn.
*
Legless larvae
do not want
to become flies.
Satish Verma, 9 november 2017
It was
a stunning defection
in dark.
+
You felt
halved
in dark glory.
*
Angry,
Hurt.
Reciting the hymn.
*
Legless larvae
do not want
to become flies.
Satish Verma, 8 november 2017
Becoming polar.
The climax comes
without end.
The physical
intimacy of headliners?
You were not reaching anywhere.
Pretty large
was the near-view.
Eons ago there was a neoclassicism.
The core intensity
was golden.
But circumference was ambulatory.
Planets will watch
the rover
for the final descent of god!
Satish Verma, 7 november 2017
I will accept
the curse
of acquisition.
You wear an epic
on the fingers.
I read a virgin.
My shadow joins
the moon at night.
How tall were you?
Hold my arm
once. In terror
I had kisses an old flame.
Death will be
my only landmark.
My journey ends in your arms.
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