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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 june 2016

Travelling To Moon

Blood and bones
become qualification
watching and being watched.

Eyes in introspection
incubation
waking the black dawn.

Anguished
blank stares, after dispossession
collapse on the hills in confusion –

umpteen times. Ontogeny
repeats filial love
after parental loss.

Monofloral we stay,
you cannot do anything
except to collect the honey.

Shot in the face, my name.
The next tragedy
begins at home!

Break the cutlery
there is no water,
frogs will not jump today.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 june 2016

…… Small Gods

Shared my solitude, gave me comfort,
the road, my prelude to a long journey
moved with me.

Sensual saints had a break midway
bolting the stars, when bruised arms
were building the shelter.

An offering to genius was not accepted
cold blooded murder of a dream.
Overnight my hair turned white
a genuine tale was twisted.
Absence of’me’ was not a meaning of death.
I was learning to live.

Can you tell me, what is time?
The clocks are crazy, do not slow down,
end was near without stopping,
The spirit was moving through formless door.
Everything was lost in space, the space
and unfolding were becoming one.

I was talking to prisnors of small gods
a snuffed lamp, living voice and beasts.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 june 2016

Wish Rags

Into the dark enters the blue;
a homeless song punctures the cloud:
gentle grass was never so green.

The colors start fading
there was no other movement. Sun strides in.
No going, no coming of pain. No propitiatory
prayer of mine or yours.
I seek the wisdom of a tree.

Like hawthorn collecting the wish rags
fluttering in desert flora.
A husband, a father, a patriarch
in heart of conception, malice for none.

Give we some peace of Ash,
rebirth of thinking,
return to being,
burnt out self.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 june 2016

Scalding Me

A lamplit page
that smells your body.
I still remember the
cajoling maneuver to give
me a spin.

Oysters. They were crawling
to eject the pearls. And
spiders weaving a net
to trap my thoughts. A
fly lands in the labyrinth.

War of attrition. A tremor
shakes the pillars. Moments
of disintegration. The fragments
throw the footprints in
your hands.

You cannot write your
name on your book.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 june 2016

Tree Fall

They felled a huge tree.
Some Druid feared that it had an afterlife
and it sleepwalked at night
but it was me.
My tracery
my shade.

Beyond the sounds I had landed
here as a seed.
Today I am visiting my ancestral home
my walls and my soil
I am I was.

I am in every tree
every tree was me
a mute, silent submission of learning
the first translator of nature
the sculptured journey in time.

Destruction and eternal fall
I want not to happen
still it goes on
masterpiece of death.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 june 2016

No Answer

Prisoner of praise
was slave of anger:
sucks the rival in high speed.

The violence travels
from roots to leaves
The lake bleaches, puts out the skull
a myth is washed out
in complete agony.
Give me the hemlock
I am ready to burn inside.

Crazy moon
where did you go?
Hunger had been arrested in bloody eyes.
Now fumes are rising.

The iron fist no longer strikes
demands to know
why you had to go?

For the first time
I had no answer.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 june 2016

Backtracking

Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond
leaps to the moon.

In an air bubble
lies the history of a suspended
name, wasted away on water.

A war is declared on the
family of words, not spoken
to anguish of man.

I thought of my sun
averting a disaster. The sprouts
will not come out of the earth.

An enquiry into the nature of
immanence, leads to starvation.
The body of truth turns into a snake.

The revolution within, shows
a false victory. You start again
from the ugly fingers.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 june 2016

Happy Valley Of Stings

I don’t fake the pain
pain was me.
A grafted rose opens up along the road rage.

This was the city of my birth
my oblivion, my reincarnation
ejaculated from the dark.

Here I found the golden dust
nuggets of truth
and the nostalgia of a broken moon.

The marble white love
and green bowl of arms
a happy valley of stings.

The sun backtracks on hills
when I walk on sands
leaving the deep scars.

A small horizon was my window
hunger of nightingales on branches.
The tree was walking in, my house.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 june 2016

Dust

Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear
and you wanted to accept the defeat
retreat,
It gives you solitude of
blank space, featureless.

The terrorist mask of blazing guns
bribing the absent gods,
for whom you are aiming?

The holy man on road
fakes,
crushing the grass
lilies getting flattened under the giant wheels.

Moving an bloody toes
festering heels
carrying the sacred earth under the nails
all night.
peeling the time, throwing the skn
and waiting
for the dust to settle.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 june 2016

Pick Up The Dawn

He was not him,
today the day ended with a boom,
had walked aimlessly for hours
in half fear and half hope.

Window filters a new moon. It
burns the pillow, wets the glass,
had he kissed goodbye
to the glass house?

Tired of being a dwarf
bridging the gap between hurts and animus.
The truth was only known to the deported.

Smoldering in the cauldron for years
he was never ripe for the plunge;
his kind refused to cling to straw for ever.

Wanted inner shength to stand
against the shots, to read the illegible words
and pick up the dawn from falling stars.

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