JUGGLING

Standing in a milk line you were 
talking of depravity, of blood lines 
and the breast enhancement. 

A teenage fringe bomber wants 
to sew the civil society and explodes 
himself before the empty bakery. 

A young gal throws her son 
from the ninth floor and then jumps 
to get the justice from indifferent god. 

Can we talk and wash away our 
guilt? Crossing the river was 
not enough, we need drinking water. 

Bits of human flesh are plastered 
on the walls. The death wears a 
face of daddy to kill the times.

Satish Verma

Clustered

Was busy 
carving out the white clouds 
like stanzas, unflawed. 
Now I begin to fall apart. 

No meaning was left in a drink. 
You could see only your image 
drowning in a scented charity. 
At last I am watching myself. 

Black paper. The ink was white. 
Speechless. No body language. 
Only you will discover the space 
between the unspoken words. 

Only buttons know the hollowness 
of a floating gun. Meeting you in 
an empty glass. Future will always 
talk of a setting sun.

Satish Verma

Breaking The Rules

Graveyard of stillbirths. 
I am walking on severed legs. 

She was pushed off a moving train. 
Could not be raped. 

No I don’t see any sickly aberration. 
It was ossification of stunted intellect. 

Who was desperate to exit the hazy 
flesh? Peel off my skin. It is dirty. 

You are becoming furniture. Drunk. 
Immovable. The bed was moving. 

Holding the breasts of mannequins 
you walk down the stairs for a rejoinder.

Satish Verma

DANGEROUS

After a grand design 
there was a white leap 
to find a boat in darkness. 

Time was dusting the frame 
of memory, and the age 
will grieve for the lost vision. 

The pace of assaults will 
increase over the burning windows. 
This was my priviledge. 

The tongue tastes a superbug. 
Some celestial entity, guideless 
but ready to rub on the flame. 

Here lies the moon of beaten stars. 
Nothing was terrible 
in greasing the naked groom.

Satish Verma

Even The Planets

Pieces of day falling like 
severed limbs of time. 
Acoustic shadows 
drinking the pain. 

Exodus has started 
of thoughts to find an 
enabler, for misting voices 
of indecisiveness. 

Obscene contour abrupts 
the ink. Now there is blank 
depression, behind the globes. 
Cubes have become toeless. 

The night has locked itself in, 
when suddenly grief becomes the sun. 
The celestial makeup was melting. 
We are becoming naked, like pupils.

Satish Verma

HEWN WORDS

A black hole detonates itself 
to stigmatize the substance. 
Now a silk road leads 
to sight and touch. 

A scarecrow starts screaming. 
Sky was falling on fire. The space 
becomes deviant. Chopped hands 
were drawing the tattoos 
of winged feet. 

I return to the ashes to find 
the stolen fame. Unstable angina. 
The pain comes and goes. I am not 
going to receive the avalanche 
of burnt out thoughts. 

Want to pretend my suicide 
to meet the harbor waves.

Satish Verma

Nepotism

Like illegitimate sons 
becoming nephews. 
Stay with me I have lost 
my ink. 

An underground knife 
cuts you to wrist, 
you bleed on paper. 

It was a tip of trust failure 
after a wake up call by a loner; 
the molten lava will find another 
sexual pursuit. 

There was nothing left to be 
concealed, after the bonfires of veils. 
The celibate tears come unbidden 
I am going to encounter the pool.

Satish Verma