Satish Verma, 25 may 2018
Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write
the poem now?
*
Truth was─
an alloy. Need to mix some
lie in pure gold.
*
Why did the
roses cry? The saint was
not in the tomb.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2018
Tonight when you deploy
the pillow to block the doors
and the skin fails; a moon
will enter by sealth from
the window in virgin black night.
I will bring forest flames from
where, adoration never stops.
There may be a disconnect─
when you kill the time; yet
turmoil rises with sensuality.
A fluid design appears
in blue dark. There was balka-
nization in the limbs. I grab
the waterfalls, climb the strings
and reach the bliss of a poem.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2018
After the prank
call, the death returns to room q
for her friend.
*
You were drinking
moon in dark. A door opens
for the guest.
*
There would be
no elegy. A poet will die
today, anonymously.
Satish Verma, 21 may 2018
Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again─
my raw nerves.
*
I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.
*
I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2018
Eating circles in the sky
I ask you to step outside
the space. It was time!
I will alter the succession
of flesh to spirit.
Sky was overcast, when
mercury was falling.
The thread breaks. Your
theory falls without wings.
Chandeliers chase the─
shadows on the walls.
You start collecting the
tomorrow and the morrows.
There were no more yester-
days. Ashes will stay in urns.
The grass remains wet with dew!
Satish Verma, 19 may 2018
Will you wait for me
till the moon parts the clouds
and the lake looks serene?
A reticent encounter;
I want to speak through─
silence. A shadow play will do.
Mystic nights weave─
a conspiracy. The insects
hover like words.
A lamp? No I will
burn my bridges to illuminate
the river.
Between the math─
and a story lies
the bloody corpse.
Satish Verma, 18 may 2018
What would you seek
from the collection─
of lyrics?
It is getting dark.
Dismantling the notes,
I heard, when tears
were sitting dead in─
the crying eyes.
Life reeks with the violence,
from inside. You wanted
one more religion to
atone for the stink.
But the signs will not
convey. I become the war,
the missile to destroy
my own kingdom.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2018
After a─
good shower, moon was
braiding the clouds.
*
Dawn, December.
Recently washed trees getting ready
to drink the sun.
*
The dew drips.
I collect the elixir
to die again.
Satish Verma, 16 may 2018
By genetic accident─
I fall in your way.
A city sleeps between the arms.
Will you give me
a nickel of memory?
I have lost my home.
What do I do
with the moon? The night
has called for the sun.
Making a nest for
the sparrows. Want to
hear the domestic voices.
Here, the dreams
go. I am selling the
family silver.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2018
When─
you were taking lovers,
a tunnel collapsed.
*
The vision
rolls back. The moon
releases the dark secrets.
*
A collaborator
gives in. The street spreads
the names.
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