Satish Verma, 12 april 2018
You broaden your desire
base, by legitimacy,
ignoring the will of
storm-ravaged sea.
As the sun meets the
falcon, I will give you─
a call, that demons were
entering into the dreams.
The time stoops to pick-
up the wounded peacocks.
The red hibiscus will write
your name on the wall of bricks.
This was a swan song
before our parting. The
darkness will find the stars
hiding behind the strewn─
feathers of blind moon.
Satish Verma, 11 april 2018
After dispossession,
collecting the dolls─
dusting them off.
Who was watching
you, dousing yourself
to give a political statement?
Cutting the leaves
of grass, I open
the book of Walt Whitman.
This was a targeted
killing. I will not join
the funeral procession.
A mistaken lull.
One day I will─
shoot endlessly.
Satish Verma, 10 april 2018
The embedded curse
of a roving planet, brings
out a story of otherness
versus loneliness.
Adultery was on cards.
An issue was rising
between the string
and the bullet.
Let us pretend. There was
a serial killer in every─
home, who will come out
at night to send the message.
The curved dots will join
to give an explicit image.
Do you like it? Can
you put it on mantelpiece?
Satish Verma, 9 april 2018
The cult, the─
rape were also in play,
when Icarus flew out of Crete.
Carrying the sky
on your shoulders when
you were burning.
After visitation
I will write a poem
on the triumph of failure.
The dialect of body
will tear down the bed
unlearning the love.
Whom would─
you believe in distress
unforgiving the sword.
Satish Verma, 8 april 2018
Like the thinker,
why did you not-
become thoughtless?
You do not display
what have you not.
you come out in bazaar.
Surviving in darkness
in the depth of the─
inverted sea.
The rise and fall of
the chest gleaming with
water and flame.
The want, the
desire, the thirst, kissing
the inappropriate.
Satish Verma, 7 april 2018
Becoming you,
I perceive your face─
in body swap.
*
The stakes were
high, when I missed the moon,
in the desert chase.
*
The soul
was trapped in an earthen pot,
while catching the shadows.
Satish Verma, 6 april 2018
The six minute run
on the beach.
All the way ducks saluting.
*
Weep not.
Believe in the dark.
The sun will rise.
*
The wheels
will not stop. On the
tracks sits a quartz.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2018
Such were the times.
You wanted to become sane
after losing the mind.
*
A death trap─
looking in the rear mirror.
The first word you spoke.
*
The ugly turn
of the events. This November
a moon eclipse.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2018
The intrigues, the twists
unravel the woven threads
of the mystery. Traumatized
and dazed, I play─
dice with the unknown to
find out the truth.
Confronting the purpose
of existence,
you come out of the flesh
after flogging─
and start dancing
with bones.
Extremely poor,
you play the hand
and fail.
Elsewhere someone
climbs on the pole
and sets the house on fire.
Satish Verma, 3 april 2018
What was the
secret of the path?
A tree was climbing on a hill.
*
Temple festival.
I have come from faraway
to pick up the marigolds.
*
My clouds
will not reach your summit.
They are heavy with rains.
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