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Satish Verma, 1 may 2019
The Great Decline
Abetting the suicide of
a bystander, your impacted
diamond, downs the hips.
What had you done to
me? I will not hold you responsible
for the ache.
There was the aging moon,
still lingering in the―
crack of dawn.
I don’t close the door.
Will wait for the big question
from the exotic death―
of dark matter, which
defied the relationship
of unique absurdities.
Satish Verma, 30 april 2019
Beware Of The Peaks
To repel the slice of
hope, the patriarch
falls midway.
Pushed to the end of
leaf, a moth is propelled
in the mouth of deeps.
The boat starts sinking
in the age of doubts
and dementia. You
will need to manage
your fires. A hollow
rustling of slogans will,
not repeal the canorous
sounds coming from the
orgy. Life takes a turn.
It asks for an insane man
to change the world.
Satish Verma, 29 april 2019
Debating Point
This was an interesting dialogue
going on,
between me and a ghost. It was
telling me that I love you
because you are not a virgin.
Was it a good thing, someone
asks? The game was fair
but the players were dishonest.
The bared chest, with scars
and raw wounds, tells everything
about blue wars.
The words float on water,
like dragonflies. Do you think
it was impossible to convey
the agony by phraseology of metaphors?
Satish Verma, 28 april 2019
Circles
Releasing the pain.
Your eyes laugh,
when you cry.
*
An ancient city
wakes up. A bird, a lizard
and a beast.
*
A triangular hollow
of the valley
throws up the moon.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2019
Golden Afternoon
No questions were taken
from unforgiving sword.
And the dead horse.
A river runs through your body
defining the wet castles.
You look into the eyes of the invader.
The palace intrigues dig in.
You cannot meet the princess.
The inevitability of war looms large.
You will finally know that every
body is mortal. The remains
are meant for the inconceivable.
The scripture versus a blank
page are on the collision course.
Satish Verma, 26 april 2019
Arresting The Tides
Talking of prudery,
you acquiesce in,
and let it go.
The eyes lit up
refraining from comment.
A fish jumps out of water,
and becomes mermaid.
How can you eat the raw moon?
The pubescence on the
young leaves was not
ready. Will you restrain
your hubris and foot soldiers?
The imminent descent
was evident. The fire breaks.
I am afraid, it will consume you all.
Satish Verma, 25 april 2019
Partition
My ultimate reply was
my silence. There was―
no need to ward off any
further questions.
It was time to take
a call of the ominous. Clouds
are dark and menacing. You
wanted the poverty of words to go.
But it enters again by back door,
standing along with you. The
great divide begins. The day
was on edge over sick patriarchy.
You will not get the fruits
nor seeds. Yet the cacti do not
need any propagation. Full
of spines, they are hardy.
A fake formula is being put
forward. Let there be a
collective suicide to save
the floundering world.
But I would not agree.
Satish Verma, 24 april 2019
Spelling Out
Half milk water and
half water milk.
The predators were happy.
How would you,
justify a self kill, in the
sea of medusae and whales.
That was not only
warts and all. There were holes
in the golden bucket,
and fount was dry.
The glass house. This
concept gives a jolt.
You cannot change
the masks. Deaf and
dumb.the sky was deaf and dumb.
You refuse to divulge the
name of assassin.
Satish Verma, 23 april 2019
Sulking Alone
Drum-beats were coming
nearer. The lineage is being questioned.
Archaeopteryx is being kicked.
upward. It was too slow;
was not able to fly.
Things are not moving, as you
want them, in romantic
relationship with the road.
A madness permeates. The
acolytes were busy in playing
the act, that all wars
will never come to end.
Anointing the salt smell as
savior, after the shadow-boxing.
The sparring must continue―
to find out the catwalk.
The ramp was going upward.
Satish Verma, 22 april 2019
Strange Dreams
The icon,
is a smoky gem,
like a random stone, hiding
a jewel.
You become an ex;
throwing the gauntlet
over the frozen
shoulder.
Everything glides
around you. I am sinking
in Bermuda Triangle.
The trembling hands
groping for―
the coral reef under the water.
The tiger will not
sleep tonight. You cannot
shut the eyes, when
I am being pit-roasted.
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