Satish Verma, 2 september 2014
Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising.
Something like an extraterrestrial hand
digs deep in the mind to open the tomb
to unravel the tragedy of nuts and bolts
which could not fix
the mutation of the hour of death.
Dark blinking lashes of soul
measures the cliffs of silence
and then pours the hot red
vermilion in parted wisdom of sky.
The clang of bones again penetrates
the liver. The green flaming jelly of
innocent bellies.
The hyacinth is choking the village pond
hiding the corpses of precious flowers
with green blood.
One day foundation of skeletons will build a
temple of hope.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 1 september 2014
When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing,
and by the swollen river
an island is swallowed up.
You swim from the lake to the shore
of grief to err again.
Water was your home,
water is your life.
Soft marble swells up in deep crevices
of brain, shaking the foundation of
thoughts, naked as it is.
The fog sleeps on the sea for eternity.
The wrath of sky will burn the skeletons
buried in sand.
Summer will bring the violence.
You cry for forgotton greens,
and kelp and sailing ships
full of hops.
When the hymn recedes,
your eyes start flowing.
* A line from one of Kabir’s famous poems which means ‘O lotus! why thou witherest thus...’
Satish Verma
Aurora, 1 september 2014
Split atom
verbally expressed as a moment
eyes closed
hushed lips
seeping blood between varicose veins
my head is pumping
your remains
buried within
OPEN SWEET NIALIO
what is that?
A dog or a cat?
a cloud or the sun?
two plus two is a mirror of one.
I shall share what I have just experienced
with a few split atoms
I have felt the planets once
more
i have seen the music
I have seen the music create
new stars around jupiter
I watched how the new star ring around jupiter
played in tune with another planet nearer to the sun,
mars perhaps
And I was the conductor.
Tears fall from my eyes
How does the brain feel more overpowering emotion
from such imagery
where does this all interact?
It's like the heart weeps for what the brain shows
where it all derives from a soul no one knows
this is not a poem
Satish Verma, 31 august 2014
After drawing a self-portrait,
I want you to believe
that I am not in it.
The style of rebellion cannot be judged by
blurbs only.
A chunk of refusal,
a narrow escape,
and thin veiled hysteria,
all go for a parody of exactness,
which had been really absent from our lives.
Can you find out
who is betraying whom?
where the tears are migrating?
And where the smiles have gone?
Instead of brutalizing,
I care for the tender torches
moving in the dark bush.
A precise definition is needed
for self-denial of molten lava
which moves like a river
but does not grab the heights.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 august 2014
Today the poem was still on the brink
of completion,
but never came to an end.
The whole day it was burning
in restless mind
and I looked down from a hopeless height.
No further movement of thoughts,
only dizziness.
I craved for a clear vision
between retinal haemorrhages.
Was it a hara-kiri?
I cannot move the pen.
Being half or complete
what was right?
There is no completeness,
only recalls of piecemeals.
Hiding behind excuses and myths,
failed to go for vivisection.
Or life failing to talk to death.
One day
I will pay for closing the door.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 august 2014
Let us not cry for the fallen statue.
he is still alive and writing his own epitaph.
Eagles sitting on tall branches
will wait for the prey.
Why did he fake for a genius
running the lives of millions
toward the gates of heaven?
Do you think the quality of question marks will suffer
when answers remain incarcerated
in a system with flawed satisfaction?
I am going to die of shame
being only a bystander, in this bleak times.
Every day a murder of a blue chorus
is being announced.
Let me sing a new tugging anthem
sweet in my heart
harsh on my tongue.
Tonight a full moon will make me weightless
and I will be orbiting like an earth
around a burning name.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 28 august 2014
As His children, grafted into the Living Tree,
we should be bearing the Spirit’s fruit of:
joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness,
faithfulness, kindness, willpower and Love.
Christian examples are desperately needed,
for a dying World that is going to hell.
Waving a Bible, filled with holy principles,
has never worked, but genuine actions tell
them the absolute truth about Jesus Christ.
Can we expect the unsaved to find release,
when ongoing demonstrations of poor behavior,
don’t reflect His… Love, stability and peace?
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gal 5:13-26; Rom 3:21-26; Eph 4:17-32
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2014
If hate was becoming an absolute truth
and love was transcending lies
where do we go now?
This daily life, I was seeing
the pain of troubled identity,
turning into punishment of unbecoming.
The hired untruths
are killing the tender doubts.
No body wants to look back
at the subscribers of violence.
Be my friend.
Let us go for a pilgrimage into past,
for a sacred bath.
Uncovered and naked
in the hot spring of madness.
At last we will take the heat of sun
in open sky,
manipulate the wind metaphorically
and sleep in our bodies.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 august 2014
Let it go, do not touch it,
you had been negating the bare truth.
I was part of you
once at the shore of tragedy.
Life was treacherous
and I was free to laugh.
Come September and I will be chasing
the fireflies again.
How time takes revenge
from the innocent commitments?
You start returning to your roots
and I was still surfeiting
on the secret fidelity.
Where was the need to be tied down
to god? No body was honest to forsake
the fear of nameless nemesis.
The myth of rock still haunts.
Water still boils under the clay.
Petals fly in dark alleys
and I cannot find the door.
Satish Verma
Insatiable Sohail, 26 august 2014
All our thinking swallowed up
All dreams of peace wiped away
Like woman of a household forced to dishonor.
Arguments keep piling up
Issues never get resolved
Like the evening deepened into night.
People are running after
for making a pile of money
Riding about in a jeep.
To survive they don’t even bother
to take other’s life .
We act like nothing happened
The sufferings and cry of starving
during hard times
don’t even touched our heart.
Our feet keep on walking
Simply keep on walking ahead
But our destination,we don’t know.
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