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Satish Verma, 21 may 2012
CONTRASTING
It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.
The sick motherhood.
We made love
listening to winds
draping our ashes.
A father waited at the door.
I am the sun
I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.
In concept of two enemies.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 october 2012
IRONICAL
Sky drank the moon
when night was cool.
A lone tree on roadside
waits for the prowling wolf
to steal the electric skin
like the veins on the breast.
River was flowing
nudging, cleaving the rising frenzy.
Still the thirst does not sink
like the torpedoed sub.
A dropp contains million faces of a moon.
A moon does not have a drop.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 may 2012
Her Looks
Jinxed out
was the sex panel
on the honour’s integrity.
Deep water a fish
was found dead.
The destination
of your rival was
feminism. I was talking
of the moon
without gender.
Your fingers were probing
the dancing words,
in this strange event.
Darkness was falling
on my lips in morning.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 november 2012
MY FAULT
Your genome was climbing down.
I hate to count the steps.
Feathers hurt sometimes
after the end of flying.
How far was the moment of dust?
You were still swimming in saline water.
A collective guilt will pay the price.
Blissfully nothing else was to be done.
On your behalf I will not accept any alms
I was giving it, and I was taking it.
Was it a disaster, a visit from the lake.
My feet were wet and my eyes were wet.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 january 2013
sui generis
Looting after the earthquake:
I have wrecked myself
on my own terms.
Bringing down the edifice
of human cult,
the man has come in the
spin of richtor scale.
Why does a crisis tears up the mask
and animal comes out?
An insect will wait for the hidden
dust to settle till dawn.
Along the rim, a glacier
has collided with an iceburg.
Now eyes do not hold water.
It is raining.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 january 2013
DEEP UNDERSTANDING
Tilted lips on the wet eyes.
Below the lids
was floating an island in a lake.
Latched to a full moon
I was trotting with snowshoes,
trekking with stars.
A volatile virginity
rebounds
ticking in your heart, spiteful.
And I, lonely as a black hill
seek the silver dew
that moons the green windows.
O malignant night
I was not worthy of death
you bestowed on me.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 july 2012
GHOST TOWN
Watching the descent
without god
in an intelligent design.
Come have a look at
our adversary.
The template offers an open hand.
The culture of hunger
in this urbane obscenity
sitting on the payment making a motif.
The giant strode into
the hut to blame the poor
who would not eat his words.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 june 2012
HUNGRY
Be my sleep, I tell a dream.
A lantern was chasing the shadows
on wall. My fever?
I say, past one awakening
I will sleep eternally.
The age licks the grief of fallen
pride. I was still walking on
sharp stones, bleeding inside.
Howling,
here I come from the caves.
A whole truth becomes unholy
when mixed with crackers and has
a loud noise. Let the river of life
flow in breast in night of hunger
without a provider.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 december 2012
INTROSPECTION
Living against the food amnesia
gold bricks call for austerity
in passage of the hunger.
Canons hanging in their necks
it was the silence of death.
Whispers were floating in night.
The bodies will free us from
gold cure, tasting the forbidden salt
of stale lead of spices.
We will forget the color of lips
when you cry. Time falls
like a dead sparrow on faithless head.
When you hold a hollyhock
I look at the crescent moon
who was taking a shower after disrobing.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 august 2012
PULSATING
In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes
redundant.
You go straight for a snakeroot.
A flat cluster of white flowers
spurs a stigma
at the white moon
for floating rumors.
This was my native pain
of brilliant tapestry.
The threads had a weaver’s knot
of rare beliefs.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 december 2012
PAIN OF ELEGY
When logic and intuition
stood on edge of time,
sugar was dancing
on the salt lake.
I would not see the torn
book between retreat
and assault.
I was reining in the new moon.
In a night raid, five
peacocks were killed. I was
trying to unseize the cross purpose,
why the compensation was rejected
at burial site.
The burden of guilt
was carried by the flint now.
You take a final plunge
and are lost in the faces
of sad children.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 january 2013
FAINT WRITING
You wanted to live
inside a shell
and step outside, in
a bowl of habits, sometimes,
nudging accumulated sins
to offset the aftershocks.
Tsunami is here to stay.
The crowd was swelling
lured by candles on the sea.
Each candle for one living grave
carried by each person on the head,
for the raging waves of life.
In one minute you will become a shadow
of long legs.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 5 january 2013
BRINGING DOWN
The road breaks here.
Give me something to heal the fractured earth.
Angels are too much for me, the
gash turns inward ripping apart
eternal vigil.
They head into the burning books
and then explode themselves
on wet sands, generating grids, blithely lethal.
Wired blind, the sun weeps.
A green catastrophe tears a huge iceburg.
Post-coitol emptiness. The sweet nothing
stops. He becomes everything, the world
was not. The clouds bleach, moon
strips to bone. The artist goes into
exile to find a fiction.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 5 july 2012
RESPONSE
The myopic tongues
of tall trees, going downhill
to find the roots of four-letter words of dead,
unspoken, but sung in dark.
They had come out of the skin.
River was flowing on emotional track,
with heavy eyelids. Father said,he would never die.
Your unborn children were tasting
the salt of the road still untaken. The pain
in the neck was grizzlier,
when the sun was retreating in virgin hole.
Moreover, the wrinkles will tell the tale
of truant hands who would not
play with the silken adolescence
of a delirious moon.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 february 2013
A BONE-DEEP KNOWLEDGE
Untie my hour with the Mars
I am burning and I am going to disappear
in my words. An alienation of a healer in deep
angst? What did you find in the night of confrontation?
Will you be able to save the babies
in wombs of truth?
I have turned my back without blaming
on the fictional fall. The first pain was the stranger.
No other had been the same in complete solitude.
Do I need to take a side in the face of suffering?
Today is more dangerous than tomorrow and
I am going to make a deal with my talent.
The rules are becoming charred shirts
covering a pure body. Give me hands to
ship the thunder in bay of blood.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 january 2012
Even The Planets
Pieces of day falling like
severed limbs of time.
Acoustic shadows
drinking the pain.
Exodus has started
of thoughts to find an
enabler, for misting voices
of indecisiveness.
Obscene contour abrupts
the ink. Now there is blank
depression, behind the globes.
Cubes have become toeless.
The night has locked itself in,
when suddenly grief becomes the sun.
The celestial makeup was melting.
We are becoming naked, like pupils.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 4 march 2012
GNAWED THROUGH
A fat island burns
under a looming sun.
Bleeding rays will enter your eyes
to see the blundering world.
The gods were melting down
looking at the corpses of
faltering orchids, spread out
at the feet of a white blaze.
The oriole sheds the gold
and embraces a brown –
black cloud against
a dazzling green.
A dishevelled country rumbles
to get a street sense from
a meditating Buddha.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 february 2013
THE GLASS HOUSE
Not yet, the courage will wait
for the curtain to fall,
will then disappear in awakening;
the crucial thing
was the love of absence
the scythe of eclipsed moon.
Suspense hangs from the tall image
in slow turn of thighs
lips reach the galaxies:
the first cry of new born
pleads guilty,
whispers will never be the same.
My fault, the animal’s feet
carry the burden of the straw,
words brought the grief.
In a triangular fight
my son, my god, my father:
I stand in the center!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 september 2012
MESSAGE
And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.
The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.
The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.
Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 march 2012
TWIST MY HEART AGAIN
Reached,
not yet pubescence:
a cloud says, moon was
crazy, treading on a
forbidden lake of frozen tears.
Breaking fast unto death
for releasing the doves
in sky of hymns.
The gametes were weary.
Procreation will wait.
Let the dark particles
start a ceremony of scoops
to carry the impatient twister
inside me,
to pull off the yokes and
set the flames free.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 8 march 2013
GEOMETRY
You catch what was convenient
for age of denial. The exit.
Not being for nothing,
a better half of a belief.
Dependence was increasing
on wounds inflicted on others.
I stop at the mid of road
to turn or not to turn.
For the lost parapharases of existence.
The myth of amorality
was getting a new title. I close
a chapter of non-committance,
walk along a wheel chair.
I am not limbs, not topless.
The toes are prodding on a green vein!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 19 february 2013
A HUM
Take me, share me if you can
my heart goes to my sun,
my feet will go to my moon.
O, little home
my dream was bigger than you
in the melody of sorrow.
Will I walk again on the
wrinkled sands? what can you
visualize, which I have never seen?
Praying in the scoop
of fingers I feel, gold nuggets
in the throes of doubts –
neatly dug out from the frozen
past, birds, smelling sex, souls
suspended in air.
Was it beginning of hate,
on the yellow mountains
where I am climbing with wooden legs?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 march 2012
Ungoing
Incredible moon
tips the hallucinating tree.
Lake propels the waves to limbs
and strips to bank.
I wear my lightning
and enter into a process
outside body. The night
betrays and goes back to sun.
There is a frame of truth to be claimed
in a black sac, who slashed
his neck for the deity
of widening freedom.
Turn right, where the trembling
nation stands to pick up the fallen heroes.
I am going to write an epitaph
with my blood on the wind chimes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 september 2012
WINDOWS
Sky wept
when you hanged the young truth
from a tree.
A shadow falls
on the hill
for a savior.
A winged flaw
becomes a legend
for the sake of a sword.
A nameless letter
betrays the will of a cage
to set the bird free.
My forehead marks
the wrinkles of ancestors
who would not give a name.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 february 2013
WREATHS ON DOOR (for Suu Kyi)
fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
of twisted bones;
the state had the right
to trample and extinguish
a bright flame,
a meteor, streak of dissent
only the sect, the clan
will surround the holy tree
to save the doomed species in the jungle
of laughing hyenas
i see my limbs separated
a piano remains untuned
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 february 2012
THE POISENED BLUE
When the bloodshed starts
at the doorstep of solemn silence,
give me a lone engagement with the invisible
to unchain the split heart.
I will take away the pain
from home and come back in failing
light when a star meets the star
and a moon meets the moon.
What was your core intention
to dismember me like a breadfruit
and cover it with a human skin
stapled to a dead soul?
You drink the ruins after a collective
failure.I am watching the sky
for nightingales.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 february 2013
COLOR CHANGE
from known to known
fear moves
in a circle, like a cheetah;
a jounery starts
from shivers to shivers –
when it was pouring
the taste of sting
ascending
loosening beside
between the lips
a word strieks,
terror spills from a naked eye,
you move inward
peel off the face
the eternal shame
of mankind, a hunger will miss
the date with a chameleon
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 january 2012
Nepotism
Like illegitimate sons
becoming nephews.
Stay with me I have lost
my ink.
An underground knife
cuts you to wrist,
you bleed on paper.
It was a tip of trust failure
after a wake up call by a loner;
the molten lava will find another
sexual pursuit.
There was nothing left to be
concealed, after the bonfires of veils.
The celibate tears come unbidden
I am going to encounter the pool.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 january 2012
Sitting On Stairs
Vision was searching an eye,
when you were pelting stones
on virgin roses.
It was a season of
undertaking fast on streets
to change the afternoon of people’s war.
This verdict had antique fangs
of cracked jaws. The sex seekers
were finding the pollen dust on thighs.
A hiss becomes a snake
on trembling lips, ready
to stun eyelashes, turning on a god.
Cow dung will clean the pollution
of faithful minds for graceful entry
into the charities of inferno.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 september 2012
AFTER SUNSHINE
Be my soul in outrageous
sunshine of knowledge.
I need a shade of tears.
The barrels were still smoking
after the war.
I will not wake up in morning.
Lightless the day will mourn
for the fallen moon
on the breast of a hill.
Tear down the curtain.
Let me sea the face of death.
I have a long debt to pay.
Satish Verma
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