Satish Verma, 4 january 2015
King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.
How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?
Satish Verma, 3 january 2015
Between the yellow moon
and black stones
pours the river of mourning
in maze of silent night.
At the top of the world –
blue eyes were buried live,
under the incense of palaces.
They stood, unmoved in the corridors of metal tracks.
Mowed down with concrete,
lights had gone from the windows.
Unlit walls returned the legends.
Dictators deferred the hanging -
Of truth. Decided to live in glass house
for sometime. Lilies were growing between the graves.
A green dagger was splitting open the wounds
of mirrors in shame and fear.
Becky, 2 january 2015
Shall death follow thee
For it tis he
Who awaits amongst the mist
In the blackened abyss
For me to follow
His path of destruction
And undying love
I answer
His calling
With the voice
Of my soul
And follow him
Into the lake
Of fire
And world
Of darkness
Not caring
If it is my soul
He has stolen
For I can
No longer refuse
Or fight
Thy own
Destiny
For
I am the maiden
Who belongs to the beast
Becky, 2 january 2015
My brain is rotting
And my soul withered
Everything is meaningless
Except for you
You stitch my heart
And sow my wounds
Both physical and emotional
I can always count on you
To break all my falls
You dry my tears
And chase the storms away
Your my light
My everything
And I love you
Becky, 2 january 2015
Call me away with the wind
And kiss my pain away
As the ashes pass into distant memoirs
Tell me you love me
And that every caress is not another curse
Promise me my love
You won't hurt me
This time around
Don't tell me no anymore
Or make my confidence drop
Just stop for a second
And hold me until the dew of dawn breaks
Over tormented trees
Promise me my love
That we are forever
Not everywhere
When the screaming and the cussing starts
All I need is a clean slate
And an empty page
So we can begin again
Before we find certain end
Becky, 2 january 2015
Whispered lies
Tears of shame
A decaying heart to blame
Its foolish faith
Wrought its dire fate
To crack as stone
And forever bleed
Beyond ancient times
To suffer and seethe
Silent beat
No happiness in sight
A waste of life
No one cares
Of its despair
Locked away
In its own miserable hell
To dwell alone
Crying for the beast
That shattered it inside
Praying death
Will make its pain cease
But years march on
And in its cell
It rots away
Dying a little more
With each passing day
Becky, 2 january 2015
The end
Creeping near
Cockroaches crawl from every crevace of the world
Is it innocence in the end
When your children are destroying themselves
As the world crumbles away.
Do you see what I see
An empire wasting away
For the corruption it was wrought
It meets decay
And a war
Of blood and pain
Rise to claim
It
In its wake of misery
No one will survive
Only fire and brimstone will remain
For every good thing must die
Satish Verma, 2 january 2015
For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin
for a cultural shock.
Prayer wheels were whirring
furtively.
The Buddha was going to weep.
Imperial march of hundred
thousand boots in fever
wakens the darkness under the milk.
Famished ghost of a town
can foresee the rumbling of
a dark moon behind the trees.
Bullet for bullet
in inner empire.
Gold lips cry at every reason.
Burnt-out shrine will tell a tale.
They were diluting silence of walls,
blood stained by the crash of towers.
Satish Verma, 1 january 2015
For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death,
the coming of cessation, I was waiting.
Tomorrow must come
before eternity,
that inness, I will come to terms with one day.
The absoluteness of certainties
creates a danger of half-truths.
An intelligent mind suffers _
in ther era of hoaxes and contradictions.
The happenings of existence
continue without dignity.
Hand-picked rainbow is dumped
face down in shallow creek,
drugged, raped and abandoned
to lose colours in water.
When the sky hangs on the shore
the blue sea sends the condolence.
The sharp cleavage of silicon breasts
weeps for a failed performance.
Satish Verma, 31 december 2014
In situ,
a pod holds a promise,
in the wake of a terrorist bomb.
Peace,
said a weeping well –
my bucket is empty again.
Because of a spin
in the rainbow
sky was becoming dark.
The hand on the trigger was trembling.
You are praying,
for a dying god.
And the golden dust was sprayed
on the sins, yellow wishes
to walk on water, killing truth.
Time was moving very slowly.
The flame burns low,
giving out blue divinity,
for resurrection.
New born grass under the feet
was trying to smile.
Poetry
Prose
Photography
Graphics
Video poems
Postcards
Diary
Books
Handmade
