Satish Verma, 29 august 2012
I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry
into the creeping fog
under the estranged moon.
Oh, sorrow
you had taken away my sun
when I was still rooted in night.
Wading through narcissi
I was trying to catch the echo
and give back his own award
Pressed between the lips
an innocent thought
undates the passion
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 august 2012
A misbelief
breaks into rags.
Still I dream of some gods
on black pages
piecing together the words
of light. The rains come
in the cage of tears,
voicelessly.
Striated muscles of splintered faith
go to cramps birthing
the avatar
without a mother.
I will pick up now
nothingness
from the bounty of silence,
of a stunning question.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 august 2012
Watching the externalism
I was playing a squid in deep waters
to save the raging sears of life.
Was it a soft intellect to believe
in goodness, when rains had ceased to come
and seeds were covered with mildew?
The farming of words
had overlooked the fires.
The smoldering was inside the anthem.
This fall I will not see the colors.
Sun had eloped with the moon
and leaves had curled like a promise.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 august 2012
A name breaks on the tip
of a pen.
Like a wildflower after a
violet end.
The yellow stripes will
enter the past,
retracing the path
of failures.
I pick up a broken thread
to weave a shade of blue flag
to open under the weight
of a guilt.
A cluster of doorknobs.
I retrieve my future
to lock the death
in erotica.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 august 2012
That targeted sleep will not come
at once
in the tamed night.
A shifted pain
lifts the irretrievable word
shamed at edge.
The godwings
weave the rhyme of flight
for the wedding of death.
You are born again
in sleep
for another journey.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 august 2012
To wean away a tigermoth
from a bell jar
for a journey of faith
against ebony of illusion.
The caterpillar has restrained
the roof,
of future accidents
to coming of age.
You do not know
the speed
of nakedness
on silvery path.
Where,
the ending comes?
You know
we only watch the heels of forerunners.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 august 2012
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen?
You will dig up the temple
without god?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 august 2012
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 august 2012
Unsown peaks of fear
under aggression.
I ask you to make a choice
between I and inventing yourself.
I will not abandon the tree:
the animal, renunciation.
The belief and emptiness
will find symbols of foreverness.
Ephemeral colors;
Leaves will fall one day.
Someone was translating
the text of confidence.
One day,
the miracle shakes the cosmos
sap climbs up in darkness.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 august 2012
Today,
go undivine
with me and remain untouched,
in dwindling love of faith.
A forerunner of nothingness
in a theological mess,
breaking the mirrors
in a slaughter house, finding
a god.
Collecting ruins of sounds,
veils, traversing the fecundity
of words, phrases.
Night was encroaching upon.
You hear the destruction of lianas.
Hold your wings
and listen to your blood, threadbare.
Satish Verma
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