Satish Verma, 13 march 2019
The trail in mind, you had
a problem, before the coming of Him.
A quest, a a question, became
landmarks of the journey
in jungle of humanity.
The compatibility lost, you
have stopped looking at the
things with inward eye.
Is it necessary to give a title to every anguish?
The crisis throws up some detritus
of past, from where you had
taken up the wrong road.
The fixing magnifies your
scars. Do not go deep
in the veins.
I am your face.
I am your name.
Satish Verma, 12 march 2019
Sleepwalking in unlit
night, grabbing the
moon, for a bite.
Very difficult to chew
the contradictions, to relieve
the heartache.
Endless drumming of
woodpecker to mark territory.
A war begins for insects.
It was the Adam’s instinct.
I will not fall on
the burning coals.
In a dewdrop you will
see a miniature tree,
shaping out for the sun.
Satish Verma, 11 march 2019
A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced―
in the smell of a
paranoia.
The saltcutter will forego
the idiosyncrasy
and start collecting the oil
from the dome.
A stain on the shirt
spreads, covers
the heart in distress.
Codas were waiting.
Do not burn the book.
Go in a lily pond for a ―
script. The different shades
of flesh will be revealed.
The divine sin will ask
for a retribution for ―
the withdrawl syndrome.
Satish Verma, 10 march 2019
The plunging line was―
going deeper, cutting close to
the bone. I was preparing
myself to be martyred
alive.
Prod me viciously, my
love, I want to die in your arms before
the dawn. It should be
too good to be true
for you.
Waterbirds. They are ready
to take a flight. Petal
by petal, sun will send you
the message. I am going to fade away
in moonlight.
Water hyacinth had the death secret.
Knife me gently. I will
meet my Apollo in dark.
Satish Verma, 9 march 2019
Encountering a dislocated self,
here it goes, the “I”,
flicking out the name
which will reach nowhere.
The foreword will not
disclose the contents of
the book. It was reading
only a footnote.
I place a searing moon
on your plate. You can take
a slice of it and gulp
your agony.
The arrival does not finish
the journey. There are far―
away worlds beyond
your fantasies.
Satish Verma, 8 march 2019
Talking points at ground zero
trap the heat. The tyranny
knows no bounds.
Trauma of awaiting liberation
was intense. No truth was
ready to accept the bends.
I feel cheated when,
the dark gives a sermon about
the hidden dawn.
The hair burn in unmade
bed, taking a cue from
the beast, who will not sleep.
Where do the white stars
go, when the sun rises? I
will ask the crying lake.
Satish Verma, 7 march 2019
When clouds were
drawing graffiti on sky,
where were you?
Untamed manners
in a profound grief
brings back the black buck.
The buck stops here,
fallen on the golden ax.
Get me the lantern.
Satish Verma, 5 march 2019
Scratching the rusted face
of the dust storm-
to read the message.
I have come very far,
from the old stinks.
It was not the escape.
The unshaped sap,
spills from the cut end-
of treetops. I gather your cones.
The fall begins abruptly.
It was a landslide of
leaf drop. Yellow and brown.
I wait for the red.
It reminds me of blood
dripping from your poem.
Satish Verma, 4 march 2019
That obscene stare
aggravates the silicon
thrust. You become a victim
of an upheaval.
The white dwarfs have
invaded the blackboard.
You can get a glimpse
of unsolicited rape.
A cyanide capsule
hangs on your chest.
Will you commit a suicide
after an unnatural kill?
It takes a toll. The
abuse of the fingers.
Instead of writing a name
you print the cave.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2019
Time entombed, a negative
film, showing the
white bones of
a black moon.
I am surprised, how
a jungle of humanity, lives
with predators―
uncomplainingly.
A lost genre will find
new syllables to start a
heliographic script to
make history.
There has to be some
reason, in the lamb days
to become a wolf.
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