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Satish Verma, 27 january 2016

Transitional Edge

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.

Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
of dry butter. I want you to touch the
opaque eyes of eternity. In captivity of
sighs and groans. You ought to understand
who was original. There had been free
invitation to become unfaithful.
There were masks, gene shifts and longevity.

This evening a drama will be enacted in sky
by unburnt bras and a black hole. There will
be thrill. It was easy to bury the skulls among
floating names. The wreath will be placed
on the transitional edge of sweetness.
Which never was.

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Satish Verma, 26 january 2016

For A Cause

Do not talk of unhealing wounds,
talk of the weapons.
Talk of the hands which used the arms
and talk of the brain which pressed the trigger.

Violence was primitive
but the cruel eyes had a new glint,
At night they ransacked, stamped and burned
the relics.

Is it the retrovirus of a new menace
dreaming the feast of thousands of corpses
choking the drains?

Why are we heading for the slaughter
of earth, pure vengeance
to turn the sun gloomy and black?

This time the river will turn aside and not meet
the ocean.
It will spread out in the parched land of thirst
and die for a cause.

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Girija KSK, 25 january 2016

When pain gnaws.......

Pain is like a vulture,
which preys on you
with its claws dug deep,
and beaks delve sharp!
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Like enraged sea,
It sweeps forward,
engulfing you
with no hope of rescue!
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Pinned in pain,
You are always alone…..
No arm can caress,
No words bring solace,
No kisses felt!
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Pain is the only reality,
When it corrodes,
Snarls and spreads waves of tremor
all through your Self!
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Girija KSK, 25 january 2016

A question....

She craves to ask,
though untimely and totally irrelevant;
a question –
which only he can answer!

After all these years,
can he identify the name of passion,
which overpowered him,
When he intervened her lonely dreams
and reigned them for a while?

Thinking back, the word love is just misleading,
Though he was an exponent of love then
Love, he proclaimed, was the thirst of the soul
and the hunger of the heart!
Without which he would perish forever!

She was swept in the tide,
Only to see his love winging away
into the safe orbit of his family
and to the seclusion of conventions.

If without a word of adieu,
he could leave her desolate and aghast
in the midway;
why did he attempt to fish her mind
and dropped it in hot sand,
nonchalant whether it plunged to death or life? - See more at:

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Girija KSK, 25 january 2016

The secret of love

The secret of love is love itself…….
as it exudes a fragrance,
however hidden it may be……..!
It gives out as a flicker of light behind the eyes;
a smile suppressed behind the lips;
a caress on your throbbing wound;
a caring word, soothing your woes,
a loving grasp of your finger tight…….
And you cannot miss it, if it is there!

I have a strange encounter with love;
its memory still mesmerizes me,
though long years have passed……

After a critical operation
and five days in ventilator,
the moment when my husband recognized me
with swollen eyes, bandaged head
and unsteady words….
I then knew what love is…….
It’s a spring in the heart,
which sometimes wells up in the eyes….
and a feeling beyond words………….!

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Girija KSK, 25 january 2016

A Death

He just walked away
at the dead of the night-
leaving a family to grope in the gloom!
It was least convincing to me
Being a girl of seventeen!
I felt a sense of betrayal and the resultant bitterness
As if he had plotted for a secret journey
leaving me behind, as usual!

I couldn’t cry, father’s pet though I was;
Can anyone leave the dear ones
with no parting words…?
But I remember, how shattered my elder brother was,
as he kept wiping frantically my unshed tears,
With tears overflowing his eyes!

We sat near his body, more dead
than the benumbed one…….
But yet the crow’s first caw and the new day break,
ushered us to a world
where our father was no more!

Later, alone in his room
I felt, how real helpless he would be
when death captured him unaware.
I cried for my poor father,
with whom I have never shared a secret or a sorrow…!
Yet there are memories
Culled a long way,
that make him dear…….

How proud he was over the marks
his children scored in the exams…
How strict he was that
we shouldn’t waste time over trivialities……
So, for a long period when the gate creaked,
I swiftly hid my colour pencils
and switched off my radio, fearing his frown.

But now I know,
You sure loved us, dear father,
yet left us with a word of love untold
and with a caress never made;
I feel I miss that more, dear father,
than your lack of presence!

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Girija KSK, 25 january 2016

Solace

This is for those,
who cherish a spark of sorrow
concealed in their hearts,
(oft forgotten, as the dire truth of death…)
which just blazes unaware,
and subsides without any downpour of tears,
or whisk of sighs.

This is for those,
who at times, feel the pangs of loneliness
-amidst even the supposed closest minds-,
sadly realizing that each soul has its orbit
and into which no human intruder is allowed……!

This is for those,
who yet abhor the void between minds
and suffocate in dark deprivation alone ……………!

In deep empathy, let me tell you, my dears,
not to bind hard, with strings of love
to keep the ones who are close to your heart,
as it would be stretched too far,
making your heartstrings bleed!

Better delve deep into yourself,
as solace is the music only of the Soul,
which echoes all through the span of Universe,
encompassing all the ages bygone,
and you can own it only from you…!
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Satish Verma, 25 january 2016

Muse And Sorrow

An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries
when you,
that I wanted to touch
disappear into twilight of memory.

Always a sense of bereavement.
why do I care for you?
Time drops like an old coin
in the hands of a drifter.

Take away my sleep
I want to wake for the whole night
and recite the unwritten poems.

Again life had been very kind to me
I am free to face
muse and sorrow.

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Satish Verma, 24 january 2016

Archaic Humour

Something was always missing around
one had to die daily.
To find out, what?
Just a slip of time,
life was death and death was life.

Death of a man or death of a city
death had no other name.

Hearing the footfalls of death
dogs were howling around a temple
where god was dying.
The nation now mourns
for the banished priest.

At the burning pyre
there is still no peace.
Anger lives inside the books,
flame hides in the candles.
And a rage surges forward
in the bones of archaic humour.

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Satish Verma, 23 january 2016

Unzipped

Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows.
And you were walking on the burning coals.

Spirit of journey was more relevant
than destiny.
You lifted the burden of anecdotes, gathered
the dusk from the sky
and moved on towards moon.

Tormented, abused, the motive unknown,
hostilities were always directed at you
Alone you were killing the sickening pain,
strangulating the thought, you opened
the door of brilliance.

So thin was ice on the lake,
evil shadows were falling on the road
It was hard to walk unruffled.
Still unzipped, you took the plunge.

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