25 May, 2014

MALIGNANCY

A cameo─
after the chemo.
Are you sure, it was a tumor.

*

A black hole
in my bones, gulping
all the pain.

*

You were buried
alive in the wall of patches.
Stitch by stich.

Satish Verma

24 May, 2014

AT THE END

The ultimate, unsung─
spreads out
and sails to oblivion.

I wanted to become
you, in desperation,
clinging to a swan song.

The great wall─
of silence, built on sand
still stands in hurricane.

Questions mate─
behind the curtain.
The truth, stands naked on stage.

Nothing to declare
now, I collect the pebbles
of childhood, hidden

from your eyes.
Locking the door behind,
I walk out to liberation.

Satish Verma

23 May, 2014

SECRET DEALS

It insults the─
primitivism. Hypothermia, you
become cold-blooded.

*

Fractured limbs.
How will you climb the
mound of questions?

*

Gray night.
Between black and white
the ashen moon.

Satish Verma

22 May, 2014

Power Lines

The numbers were going up
and hallowed men were no─
more saints.

You find that your shirt
was stained. Now
you talk
to strangers. fear creeps─
under the skin.

You come near each other in─
dark. Reverting yourself

Against the wall of water as
high as your ego. Epidural abscess─
a silence of unknown.

Now, every hour you die. Light
abducts the dreams. Nothing to-
talk about the blitzkrieg.

Satish Verma

21 May, 2014

Moonless Night

Hauling up
the debris of your life
in failing light.

*

Bending like grass.
Standing like a solid rock─
where did you reach?

*

The fatal night─
to remove the downy velvet
from your sharp antlers.

Satish Verma

19 May, 2014

Spotlessly

It was the day of
dead patriarch.
I was fondling an echidna.

The home was
carried away in the─
storm. Must find a broom.

On the remains─
of a burned-out soul.
A hope sits on the altar.

A piano drenched in rain─
will not sing in the gale.
The sky will collapse─

one day, I will bring
back the bluebird,
for a revenge.

Satish Verma

18 May, 2014

UNFORGIVING

Festival of─
earthen lamps.
Separating the grain from chaff.

*

Pigeons will─
not be let out to fly.
It is going to be a moonless night.

*

The skin has peeled off.
Time to move on.
The bared trees.

Satish Verma