THE BIRTH PANGS

It is now.
The call of unknown.
A doting mother─
writes a child.

I am, collecting─
the words. To speak for the
death, which was hestitant
to come,
against the will of grass.

The grassroots diplomacy,
catches the wind.
Abandons the footpath,
goes to the marbled floor.

What do I do─
at dusk? Become wordless
like a deep sea─
waiting for the moon
to bring the tides?

Satish Verma

THE STINGING WITHDRAWL

Barefoot you reach
for candidacy to
get partitioned.
The hatred had divided
the grass.

The suspense
was intense when
earth failed to
accept the─
defeat.

A drinking─
cloud will settle
the score with
the flames.

Consequently the─
sky falls on
all the roses, making
your vision blurred.

Satish Verma

SOOTHING CANDOR

The absolute
had become contentious.
You hit the road.

*

To find peace
and unwholeness, which
gives you, yearning.

*

The grand design
fell short of easthen lamps.
The warehouse was empty.

Satish Verma

Something Dressy

A kingfisher
would like to have no borders,
no moongates.

*

Sleep not, when
the moon rises. I will call
the moonflower.

*

The dusk
has a short vision of
a crescent moon.

Satish Verma

CRISIS MOMENT

Stakeholders,
are coming.
There was conflict between
logos and mythos.

One black thorn
was in the flesh.
You come out of the body
to find the window.

One long eel─
surreptitiously enters,
in the guts─
to pluck your eyes out.

But you were
already dead─
after the search of slant light
coming from the liberation.

Crossing the
time zone,
you enter the black hole
traveling at zero hour.

Satish Verma

Sharp Murals

Nevermore you will talk
of the forked tongue.
The genie was out─
in the jungle of legs.

Hunger was in plain sight.
You were wary of the wild─
dogs hounding at your gate.
An augury of some spilled blood?

Lachrymal, the soot trickles
down from the black eyes on─
the marbled breast of a lone
survivor in the city of tombs.

Exhume you must the naked
truth? I will not ask the name
of the ravisher, in this crowd
of fast disappearing shoes.

Satish Verma

Cupidity

Aggravated
injury, after a man tries
to fall for goldilocks.
*
The yellow
metal, had lost the shine,
in full moon of November.
*
Suddenly
the life opens the door
to an autumn sunrise.

Satish Verma