Satish Verma, 25 października 2017
Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?
A pink gestation
of a thought? Hands
holding a naked truth?
The winds were harsh, cold
and persuasive. And lake was
sending an obscene invitation.
You were ready to make
a jump, ending the speculation.
I speak alone -
in the arguments with
sooty bust of the sky.
Moon has no other name.
Satish Verma, 23 października 2017
In war of attrition
with moon,
you need a black eye.
The stars blinked.
A milkyway changed its stance
and went on fast track.
The sense of sky
was changing. Earth
decided to take off the veil.
I was not engaging
any contradictions. Let the turmoil
throw up an alternative.
It was seen coming.
The blind snakes
starting an intrepid attack.
Satish Verma, 22 października 2017
The desire,
rises like a spire-
from cloud forest.
You are a flesh eater.
*
You go into a foray
for the food.
A shrine trembles. A blood
stained body leaves the room.
*
A prayer
screens the faces of all
gods. Who was going to undertake
fast unto death?
Satish Verma, 21 października 2017
Absurdity had a presence.
I was trying
to find the meaning of a laughter.
The living stone-
had a personality,
in the battle of a cosmic dance.
It was crippling.
A wide swath of landscape
was inundated by fluid darkness.
You will not find
your home. Unconscious mind
was busy in knitting –
a yellow moon. Do you
hear the sound of loneliness
in the black sky?
Satish Verma, 20 października 2017
Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown
entry, of heron
in the lake.
*
Flawless, a big fish
eats the small fish.
It was not a
faux pas.
*
The animalism
outreaches. Would you
now go for a
favourite deity?
Satish Verma, 19 października 2017
Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.
*
Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.
+
Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more?
Satish Verma, 18 października 2017
In blue,
starry night.
Who was ephemeral?
The shifting sand?
*
The evil,
in turbulent waters,
outlives-
the flames.
*
Charred,
earthscape.
It was becoming an art.
You have countless abstracts.
Satish Verma, 17 października 2017
Did you know
what was the time?
O, watchmaker,
trapped in your own shadow,
you were yourself a fugitive.
Leaky ethics.
Standing on the edge of
sunken earth, you were facing
an inevitable fall.
Do not take a flight, O time.
Walk with me. I did’t want
to lead you. Why were you
holding on to chaste buds. Birds
were gone. The gravitational
pull will find the targets.
Ah, the molested
intelligence, now wants, no compensation.
Satish Verma, 16 października 2017
Facing an imminent
onslaught of apparitions, I
wanted an excuse,
to write a poem.
Staying raw,
in this dark, can I see your particle
face? Drop by drop you
moved away. Between –
you and me was a blue
lake. Shall I undo your
percussive existence, brutalizing
the wings, the peaks?
An Aryan pride? Why
not we walk back home
hand in hand, under the black
sky and a summer moon.
Satish Verma, 15 października 2017
Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong?
Moon was watching
solemnly.
*
A cuckoo sings
somberly. In a rainy morn.
Why were you not coming
for undoing a sin?
*
The evenings are
listless. Nothing to do,
nothing to brood.
Immaculate dying.
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