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Satish Verma, 6 may 2015
Moment
To go beyond global suffering,
find death in blue glacier
of frozen physicals.
Greed of elements, and attached commentary
on the burning, anonymously,
when you were in dock.
The unfolding of the negation starts
softly down the blissful oblivion.
False pretensions keep you alive amidst
the crowd, the only art of rebellion
in the depths of despair.
The arguments were rising every morning,
when all the doors were shut
and sun was hiding behind the hills.
A procession of self-styled prophets
marched in the wrap of chosen blessed
to find the antique
non-movement of the moment!
Satish Verma, 5 may 2015
Another Tomorrow
You forgot the lines
and lineage. Getting all
or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord,
seeking liberty to commit a sin
or feeling liberated after committing the sin.
The tone embodies the elopement, unbound,
to invent the disorder
and divide the provocation.
Night was approaching with few stars,
flowing like the squealing of a dark saint,
blameless, under the thin breath
of the dying sun.
Into the orphanage enters the day
riding on the dust of history.
My journey begins into time
to change into another tomorrow.
Satish Verma, 4 may 2015
Future Hides
It should not have come early;
the death, had insulted the terrible suffering.
Shadows were lengthening.
I wanted to live
in infinite nothingness
of the wrong time.
Hope was not
a perforated dimension,
it was my religion.
When nobody was there
truth was walking with me.
A strange tragedy
was visible only to me.
The future hides in my face.
The terror is too much
with us. No frown of earth
defies the questions of past.
Satish Verma, 3 may 2015
Forgives The Past
Going back foot
he looked inside himself and felt a breeze
on empty stomach.
Mother-of-pearl,
he was a sand grain in the eye
of a storm.
He wanted to shut off all beliefs
to further the search of truth,
be happened,
and walked alone on the sand dunes
to meet the sun,
and smell the salt of tears,
aloft in sky.
In the stillness of a shadow
he forgives the past
and prepares himself
for the negation to create
a pause.
Satish Verma, 2 may 2015
Exiled
I threw myself in deep slumber
pledging not to play the game
for others and exiled myself within me
after the rebellion.
A realized being, suffers
at the hand of a thorn skull,
learns to be silent, choking on words
across the pages which are blank.
Immeasurable limits of space and senses
start a hierarchy which will breed contempt.
There was a memory, a suffering of absurdism
I am still caged in.
The kingdom collapses in brilliance of sun,
the man starts another version of hate.
Acquires the blood of royal vein
and promises to become a beautiful cadaver.
Satish Verma, 1 may 2015
Let Us Take Another Road
Let us take another road.
The boundary was not clear
between crime and pardon
between disease and murder.
The cleft in the ravines
had hidden the rifles and landmines
when we were busy in worshipping
the rock face with folded hands
to deliver us from fear and future.
There was no ending, no beginning
of disturbing the beehive
to drink the moon in night,
hear the blues of stars
and swim in dark light.
Where was the heaven?
Enough of nothing was not something?
The cure of curse was not in any hands,
polity of clouds was decaying very fast
they were raining fire on the grass.
Satish Verma, 30 april 2015
Between The Names
To delegate death,
a mirror condenses the human sorrow
with an unclouded
penury.
The suffering competes
with debt and pain,
to find the difference between
just and unjust.
Prayer was not the full answer
to cross the beyond
of starvation.
A parasitic twin always rides
on your shoulder.
That infant of sun lied on earth
in the afterwords.
I heard someone crying
between the names.
Satish Verma, 29 april 2015
Incarnation
Trampling the borders, he started
losing his vibrations.
He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness
for his bandaged ego.
The new incarnation.
For the broken homes
he refused to admit his side of guilt
and jumped into the frozen lake
for nursing his hot blood.
The faithless star.
The world did not exist
in total freedom.
Let him sleep, sulking away,
under the sea of wounds
unlistening to the wailing winds.
Not for the seeds
not for the flowers,
the crowds were assembling for the essence
of the drifting truth.
Nobody knew the red hot destiny.
Satish Verma, 28 april 2015
Fractured Time
He would set them free,
words. On cityscape.
For extended release of connotations.
Part of him, not his way,
and become weaponless.
Once the silence descended,
nothing was left to be known.
Between doubt and belief
anguish was palpable.
Truth was a capped fossil.
The rumors and denials
were similar. Fractured time.
From lie to lie watercolor ticks the clock,
fells the tribe of seekers
and breaks the mirror.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2015
Cup Of Sorrow
A solitary moon rises
behind the seven veils
unattended by stars and clouds
between yes and no
desiring nothing
turns back through the centuries.
The religion to kill
refuses to stare at the tainted fatality
lying sprawled on the burdened earth
splattered red.
Criminal divinity of the blood
bares the undone creation.
Seed money comes again
into dead bubble.
Cup of sorrow is filled again.
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