Satish Verma, 4 august 2018
Disconnecting tragedy
you live again,
in myths
and illusions.
The grit. You lack the spine.
Rocks.
A slide.
The chicken.
The cow-pathway
leads to a barn of a mud hut,
where you stand every evening
to welcome the hoofs dust.
That tells the history,
the pain of unknowing,
revealing the name
of a killer.
There was silence
interrupted by a shriek.
Someone was rising
from the grave.
The inert things start moving.
Satish Verma, 4 august 2018
All day it rained.
There was no destination.
The futurist will incite
the blue light in the itinerary.
You can convert the eye
into moon. The sky follows
the assassin under-
the cover.
O Brother, I wanted to
scream. Lines were not clear
but the blood was same,
in syntax and on knife.
The potential, the genius,
the capital. They were clubbed
to win the game. The earth
will go searching the fakir.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2018
The single purple moon
was cruising non-chalantly.
You come out at the window-
and hit the headlines.
Put on hold, my existential
being. I am becoming
non-existent. The abundant
mental ills, become a cause.
Do you agree on this verdict?
It comes back to haunt you,
Your past. The black hope dis-
membering you. You come -
out finally to declare the murder.
I am waiting in the wings.
Satish Verma, 31 july 2018
Was it altruistic, donating
the light to the
data-catchers?
Sexing at the crack of
dawn, when you
were still a primate?
Let a requiem begin
for the repose of undead
souls, writhing in life.
Draped in skin, the
hungered crowd, comes
for a dip in confluence.
The frail sky now falls
in the river. there will-
be no prayer today.
Satish Verma, 30 july 2018
The dust blends with
the humid specks.
Smoke twirls. Hangs for a
while, and then departs.
Something was burning far away.
Inside me also. To ashes.
I release the crematory.
It was over.
I will scatter the years,
spent with you. On a sand bar.
Where we stood when tide was
low. Now it is overwhelmed,
the bank. The seagulls don't
leave ther engraved, gender signs.
Satish Verma, 29 july 2018
An extreme smog descends
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops
the landscape. You watch the
world crumbling around you.
The death was very beautiful
thing, a moment before dying.
Becoming activist had contributed
towards the end; like
targeting yourself to be hanged.
The particulates pollution of
depression had seeped, and
Milky Way was asking, are you breathing?
The fish now swims outside
the body. Death has many colours to celebrate.
Satish Verma, 28 july 2018
The depression,
in purple moon,
scattering black magic.
The eatery, I ask, why were
you hungry?
The singsong tea pot smiles.
The theme of mist
valley, incites the palazzo;
and the riots begin.
A dark silhouette, looms─
against the falling star,
I start picking up the debris.
On the fringe of
economic boom, I put my
hands in the wronged shirt.
Satish Verma, 26 july 2018
The flames had
not reached the sun. Moon
was asked to take a leave.
*
In candle march,
someone starts crying.
Moon was found in lake.
*
An anger jumps
like a monkey. A Buddha
does not agree.
Satish Verma, 24 july 2018
The flames had
not reached the sun. Moon
was asked to take a leave.
*
In candle march,
someone starts crying.
Moon was found in lake.
*
An anger jumps
like a monkey. A Buddha
does not agree.
Satish Verma, 23 july 2018
A restive moon
went on skirmishing with-
the palm leaves in dark.
*
There was no
move to prevent the private
fleet of homegrown myths.
*
Scores of fallen
shoots you will find on the street
after the violence.
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