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Satish Verma, 31 grudnia 2012
REFRACTION
Step aside.
The white flowing mane
was going to become the adrenaline.
Fear of silence was turning into a green wound.
The dissenting life-blood has vandalized
the moon. There was a provocation
from the black stars. The leopard
was ready to tear open the zoo.
The outreach was a puzzling thing.
Who was responsible for rearing
the panthers in captivity? The tail, the claws,
the teeth were vulnerable.
I was sick of pretentions. Every act
had a motive of loss or gain. Night or day
the sphinx always looms large. You can
walk in, to talk to coffin.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 grudnia 2012
SOMETHING KNOCKS OUT
Ceramic memories
and terracotta pain;
the injured crypt ultimately got opened.
At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine
ritual for a nameless martyr.
The sword within him was not used
and pubescent bomb went unexploded.
You leave a beautiful war
glorified by defusing a land mine
and roadside bomb was dismantled.
Looking for a blue flame you entered the stone
house of death, and left the hurt gift.
The moon will smile again
when you come back as a bright star.
The dead potsherd comes alive
when I dig for your name.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 grudnia 2012
SEASON’S CHANGE
When the debate between
temple versus state was heating up,
death was passing through a green field.
A nervous embrace
of solatium was unstable.
A heap of flip-flops could not
hold steady, little
poems fluttering in the heart.
Was it the will of God?
The stampede was the anathema
of hunger, the curse of a
whore was working.
Instead of food and alms,
a mass burial makes
me insane.
Was it possible that spring
was far behind? When brassica
blooms, will you forget? Is it not true?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 28 grudnia 2012
A MOON HAS CRASHED
After bending the oracle, there was
participation in voice of grievers.
The child of sun was dead
in arms of nature.
It moves,
when I thought it was stillborn,
the history of mankind. In the saddest day
today, I believe we remained beasts,
same, when we jumped from the trees.
The end of night, the vast darkness was
never near. Love will leave you here
dying in the bush.
How wrongly a home pre-empts, and
drifts from land to land. Without bullet,
without knife you can bring domestic
violence in the lives of innocent sailors.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 grudnia 2012
ROOTS
It was a beautiful day
after the storm.
Fever was rising in branches.
Severed moons on road
started listening to explosive-laden
snow.
I went for the jugular.
Why poisoned goats were set free
for the cougars?
Existence was a positive sum,
not the square root of negative numbers.
One poppy head went for the primary.
A hybrid of reality and dreams
I was trying to find my ancestral home
in the epics of wars.
When a day ends, I open the fires
for the night. Time has come
to become blind.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 grudnia 2012
THREE FACES
(1)
It was a mix of demons.
Honour killing
to save the damaged inside.
You were found in lotus position,
hands tied,
buried in a hole.
(2)
The twin plants:
god and goddess of procreativity
were shedding trumpet-shaped
pink flowers.
oney suckle would allow
the honey to be sucked
till the breasts remove the macula.
(3)
Moment of lifetime
moves itself against the time
putting the stamens
of crocus
on the forehead of the sinner.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 grudnia 2012
BURNING ACROSS THE SKY
Like a stingray it stung me tonight
the new moon.
A live flame lobbing the sparks.
The seduction had bypassed
the sleezy love
of white egrets.
When are you going
to make a history
by failing to fall?
Can I touch your blue veins
my moon?
They had been aching to step out.
When beast and passion
meet in the blue-faced sky
you start a belly dance.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 24 grudnia 2012
TOELESS FEAR
The name calls the name
spraying the moon with red colour.
It touches a nerve, when there is
standoff on the lake.
A blueish eye invades an iron space
between near solids of docks.
The gap was widening and
the thoughts had a dead punctuation.
The fake and madeup story sit
on my breast. I go for the nakedness
of real thing. A mediocre cool burns
the skill of swans. Waves collapse.
That body was not mine. I lived
in many souls. Invisible floats
my grief in embryo of the
unborn child.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 23 grudnia 2012
CRACKING THE CODE
Blue poppies were poised
to meet the regret of thighs,
mother of sins.
No flesh now covers the eyes.
A candle burns a green
thumb. A silver bowl breaks,
spilling the milk of nudes. Liars will tell
the story of honour killing.
We were tired of listening
to ravens taking a flight.
No one had seen the corpse.
Only black bones will tell the truth.
Have you seen the holocaust?
It was inside my pen! my write!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 grudnia 2012
HEAVENLY GUIDANCE
A quivering mud lamp under the basil
was sending signals for benign inconsistencies
and a covert interceptor
to stop a death to himself.
It was a no moon day
to monopolize the open eyes
and closed lips. Piercing screams
were coming from the empty chairs.
A garland of currency bills or pink snakes
for the leader breaks the music
of averted eyes. A terror attack
starts frisking the souls.
It wakes up a slumbering century
of fossil books. The birth anniversary
of a smoked thesis starts. The masses
start descending like buzzing flies.
Satish Verma
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