Satish Verma, 9 kwietnia 2017
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma, 9 kwietnia 2017
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma, 19 kwietnia 2017
Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become
pregenant first-
and it starts raining.
It was a serene melting
point, when I accepted the price
of giving away. I will not
take any mantra, any hand.
A perfect blending with
unknown; to put back the
sea in a bowl. Even the cloud
will enter into a blade of grass.
No faith. No ritual. I believe
in roving dust, which makes
the stars, the blaze, and
the brilliant light.
Satish Verma, 21 kwietnia 2017
Traversing atopia
I am touching your belly button,
to find the remains
of ancient connectivity.
Was that good-
asking for a nasal approach
to the golden incense
of a sleeping Buddha?
The faith crumbles at
the feet of a groping figure.
A falcon tears away the pink
globe, drinking the falling nectar.
Unzipped, a Venus now opens
the secret of a murder. The
dismembered parts were strewn
around over the surface of moon.
Satish Verma, 23 maja 2017
Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer
maps the astrological signs
and connects with the
moon in oviduct:
wriggling,
coiling.
There were no foeticide qualms,
in rappelling to shamanic healing.
It was not a deference for any
deity. A ritual
gives you
name, gives
you fame.
Wearing a wooden sandal which
keeps you electrified with
divinity. This is ambulatory.
You move on the green earth
squashing the grass,
grasshoppers
beating the
Venus.
Satish Verma, 27 maja 2017
The arch
in the targeted killing
was the bet when you
lost your virginity.
A slow dance
at the cold river of flesh,
with genitalia wiped off.
I was constructing-
your genome
from you saliva. Prayer
was a form of begging
before an unpardonable sin.
The gradient
parting the hills will
find another arena
to start the game.
Satish Verma, 28 maja 2017
A leopardess dies on a tree.
No molestation was reported.
Exploring your breast
why were you throwing salt?
As if almost needing a space
you ran to top. A solid truth
looks like a quasicrystal
against the nature.
Unbosoming myself I am
traveling in vacuum. Empty
hands don't hold any ancestors.
I am carrying my unborn voice.
Now don't cry, don't. You are
reaching home at the end of a
tunnel. A featureless fog will let you in,
in a fatherless world.
Satish Verma, 29 maja 2017
He was no longer angry
writing his own epitaph.
Fighting a singular brute
without repeating himself.
Midnight. Untouchable moon
drops the ear-ring.
A mottled face worships
a ladder expressionlessly.
A monk walks past an
oversexed monkey.
A hidden agenda in end,
shows a dirty hand.
You know, I do not want
to tame an exploding -
navel. Transfixed I throw
the bottle in a sea.
One more parakeet dies
in my hands. How do I catch
a flying saucer in the
alien body.?
Satish Verma, 30 maja 2017
A cutaneous drip.
The young moon drinks the dew
unbuttoning a rose.
A fierce wind rubs
against the golden triangle
to invite a violet sting.
Eyes armed with green thumbs
go for a swim in rage.
The lake unloosens a blood moon.
No inscense will rise
from the tomb of a lover,
unless he dies with a style.
Crossing the gray lines,
I will not take your lips;
paralyzing the silver tongs.
Satish Verma, 31 maja 2017
In the valley of death
one more guest arrives.
By my sleep, there is a soul search.
Take off the lid from silence.
Unlach the door.
The wounded sun was coming.
Be my grief to wash the eyes.
Unclench my fist.
I want to write the name of fallen god.
Inhale the sulphur and
draw the moon.
Night was coming to take revenge.
An obituary will glorify
the asylum.
An alien will enter the skin.
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