THE IRONY

The six minute run
on the beach.
All the way ducks saluting.

*

Weep not.
Believe in the dark.
The sun will rise.

*

The wheels
will not stop. On the
tracks sits a quartz.

Satish Verma

The Blues

Such were the times.
You wanted to become sane
after losing the mind.
*
A death trap-
looking in the rear mirror.
The first word you spoke.
*
The ugly turn
of the events. This November
a moon eclipse.

Satish Verma

Uprooting

The intrigues, the twists
unravel the woven threads
of the mystery. Traumatized
and dazed, I play-

dice with the unknown to
find out the truth.

Confronting the purpose
of existence,
you come out of the flesh
after flogging-
and start dancing
with bones.

Extremely poor,
you play the hand
and fail.

Elsewhere someone
climbs on the pole
and sets the house on fire.

Satish Verma

Arithmeatic

What was the
secret of the path?
A tree was climbing on a hill.

*

Temple festival.
I have come from faraway
to pick up the marigolds.

*

My clouds
will not reach your summit.
They are heavy with rains.

Satish Verma

Soul-Searching

Incubation was not
complete. The thirst of
thoughts will find a
convoluted shell─
wrapping up the kernel.

Throw a stone on the
sinner. This was on
me. I will accept the
rocks to open up─
a fountain.

There was a silver screen
for the lovers. You will
not regret for the raw
emotions. A sperm whale
in the sea will spew─
a streams of profanities.

Satish Verma

UNHEALING

In the waning moon
you were talking
of fathoms.

*

The water
has countless images.
Do you need a boat?

*

The vampires.
Why you go to the ruins.
I am bleeding.

Satish Verma

SANE DEPARTURE

How age slips away
from your hands?
How deep you will
go in the cavernous
mind of time?

Why brother,
why, the healing started
to hurt you and you
did not want to
stitch the name?

No tattoo will tell your
address. You want to
go anonymously, leaving
the moon behind
the brown hills.

The shadows are─
lengthening. Time was up.
Lay down your arms
and walk away with
empty hands.

Satish Verma