Satish Verma, 19 october 2017
Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.
*
Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.
+
Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more?
Satish Verma, 18 october 2017
In blue,
starry night.
Who was ephemeral?
The shifting sand?
*
The evil,
in turbulent waters,
outlives-
the flames.
*
Charred,
earthscape.
It was becoming an art.
You have countless abstracts.
Satish Verma, 17 october 2017
Did you know
what was the time?
O, watchmaker,
trapped in your own shadow,
you were yourself a fugitive.
Leaky ethics.
Standing on the edge of
sunken earth, you were facing
an inevitable fall.
Do not take a flight, O time.
Walk with me. I did’t want
to lead you. Why were you
holding on to chaste buds. Birds
were gone. The gravitational
pull will find the targets.
Ah, the molested
intelligence, now wants, no compensation.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2017
Facing an imminent
onslaught of apparitions, I
wanted an excuse,
to write a poem.
Staying raw,
in this dark, can I see your particle
face? Drop by drop you
moved away. Between –
you and me was a blue
lake. Shall I undo your
percussive existence, brutalizing
the wings, the peaks?
An Aryan pride? Why
not we walk back home
hand in hand, under the black
sky and a summer moon.
Satish Verma, 15 october 2017
Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong?
Moon was watching
solemnly.
*
A cuckoo sings
somberly. In a rainy morn.
Why were you not coming
for undoing a sin?
*
The evenings are
listless. Nothing to do,
nothing to brood.
Immaculate dying.
Satish Verma, 14 october 2017
Arrange the foot-candles
for candela. I am not
going on back foot.
Moon was not burning tonight.
The real darkness descends.
You brace yourself
for a crude assault.
Clouds are thinning out.
You wanted to remove
yourself from the Eros.
Was it not egregious when,
someone is shot when he was sitting quietly?
An amorous saint? Will
you be able to separate-
sex from the violence? He was-
a jester, just acting in a movie.
Satish Verma, 12 october 2017
The guile demands
some apology,
from raw stings.
Flirting with illegibility:
Mercurially hot,
there was a preempt strike.
The monsoon comes late.
You would wait for the
wet encounter.
Not seedy one;
dragging a green wound.
Ending sine die.
The white salt
on the lips will speak-
the telltale marks, of crude assault.
Who will surrender
in the end, I will
find out, covering my eyes.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.
We sat together at the breakfast table, with talk of the day ahead
as always you had something to say, to help me clear my head.
The phone rang, one of the children, needing you again
you patiently talked and listened to her, taking away her pain.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have spoken to an Angel today.
When I came home in the evening, at the end of a busy day
you were there at the door to meet me, in your usual way.
I’d never seen you more beautiful, in the clothes you wear
I held you close to kiss you, while my hand ran through your hair.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have seen an Angel today.
Now as I lay beside you, as you sleep, in the dark of the night
I think how you always bring to my life, so much love and light.
Without your love I would be, like a candle without a flame
for the close ones, who share our love, it would be the same.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have loved an Angel today.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
The poet still writes, the singer still sings
of love, romance and passionate things.
Yet intimate strangers you are today
standing close but seeming far away.
No longer lovers, just husband and wife
but it’s not too late to change your life.
Togetherness can be a lonely place
if it’s just memories you embrace.
Just you two, the kids have grown
flown the nest for loves of their own.
Seems you’ve forgotten how to be
two hearts living in harmony.
But you can still be lovers too
it might just take a smile from you.
Some soft music, the lights down low
doesn’t matter how far you want to go.
Loving is not reserved for the young
it doesn’t have to be a song unsung.
Tim Kitchen, 12 october 2017
As Alice arrives at the Hospital door
a couple smile and say hello.
The girl who is heavy with child
asks which way they should go.
Alice leans over to reach him
to kiss him for one last goodbye.
A silent tear rolls down her face
as with sadness she begins to cry.
They’d been together a very long time
thinking they had more years to come.
But illness came and frailty ensued
now their life together is done.
After some time by his bed, she left
and on hearing a noise she smiled.
Coming from a nearby maternity suite
it was the cry of a new born child.
She sees the same couple as before
next morning when collecting his things.
And smiles, as she sees their baby boy
as one life ends, and a new one begins.
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