Moving Shadows

Nothing to do and
nothing to kill. Clouds will
send the pink rains.

An excuse to
blow out all the candles
and burning the limbs.

Blue to blue
was the order of dark night
for encounters.

Satish Verma

Resilience

Lift the rock once
again with cool thumb,
hot tangerines.

The ransom was high
and ego levitates-
in drenched moon.

Because you
wanted the replica of
sun within the cult.

Satish Verma

The Dilemma

In cohabiting
a self-denial said:
take me home.

Give me ink and
cry. I am going to write
without paper.

A hungry tiger will
die off the cage. Why did
you toss the key?

Satish Verma

DARTING PAIN

O, how it was that
in freezing embrace:
a butterfly touch!

Then comes a fall
from your almond eyes.
Cascading tears.

A silken knife
peels of the edge, of -
question mark.

Satish Verma

NATURE SPEAKS

Full of venom the -
sting will break on my breast.
O, a watermark?

The paper was thin.
Could read your words
across the face.

The body quivers
under veil, for a kiss
of yellow moon.

Satish Verma

THE ESCAPE

I was becoming older every day.
Uncollecting was my mantra.
I set my guards down,
lake was ready to swallow me.

Snubbing out the frills,
never before I had become naked
in the sun. Every bone was
hungry, every blood raged.

To tell the truth was a great
achievement in the blue forest
of lies. Birds flew, I killed none.

Wisdom was not my partner, I
lived with simple sentences,
ever grateful to nave errors.

Satish Verma

MOUNTING THE ZERO

In the middle of a sentence
I become silent,
dig a grave
and bury all the smiles.

But you cannot say I have
not understood the wrinkles on
your face and ignored the
lighthouse which went for a sale.

The ocean will not spill the
secret of a sunken ship.
The volition was there, the captain
was there, but magnet was lost.

Toothache persists. Solar storms
were rising. A sunspot in black
center refuses to blast the mass
ejected by bowing.

Satish Verma