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How Dazed?

Satish Verma

Eons ago, it snapped. 
You don't fit into the mold. 
Like onion peels, I am trying 
to open myself 
holding the secrets. 

you alway had to invoke 
the inner god and― 
forgive yourself. 

With the same 
left foot, always leading you 
to truth. That was not now. 
Your belief was going up in flames. 

Who was sleeping 
in your bed, nude, like the 
moonbeam, when I was not there 
to undemand, the eternal sleep?

I Will Not Be Back

Satish Verma

One small step, in dark. 
A silver of fear 
slaps you. 

You move around 
to confront the past. 
It was the partition of night. 
Cobra white, when 
eyes would not listen. 

You drugged the stone 
on stone, 
hiss on hiss, 
hair on hair. 

I did not touch you 
like burning coal. 

My waterfalls 
on red salt, bring the 
largest tears of moon glittering 
eerie wet.

What You Won't Say

Satish Verma

Don't spell the deportation. 
Mind seems split- 
with a maddening feel. 
Do you see what I see- 

the invisible lines on 
my hand, piercing your heart? 
Do you hear, what I 
hear- the Hum, which has 
made you go crazy? 

Dying to unspeak, you 
hide between the leaves.The 
borrowers come like Crab fish, 
ugly and demanding.River 
bed was drying up. 

Black sticks, things not 
required- get piling up.In 
wheelchair, you push 
a crying doll.

The King Vultures Are Coming

Satish Verma

The causal effect 
was the kiss of the blind spot. 
I wake up every morning 
smelling blood. 

The space animates you, 
leaving the truth outside. 
An unwritten message was lost 
in the watering eyes. 

The aquaduct dries up. You 
get the cramps of city, 
after the memes of swollen eyes. 
Do not open the umbrella, 
sun was hiding. 

Your brain becomes wired. 
Someone slaps a sticker on your lips. 
You cannot cry. A muffled scream, 
shatters the windows of the capitol.

Violent Flaws

Satish Verma

You call an all night truce 

of all stripes in moonlight. 
Only milk will flow in dark. 

The violets had a secret to tell. 
Tonight the moon will 
appear red after meditation. 

A single parent, gay, has 
come to stay in line 
to accept his godless defeat.

Poem Of Summertime

Satish Verma

And I will hear you 
without noise, 
in the yawn of night 
when I will open 
my wound! 

Burning in the 
intensity of time's blood 
I will not touch 
you in my dreams. 

A fakir wants to leave his skin on the 
rocks in sun to become 
parchment, so that you can 
write your name on it. 

And my vacant eyes 
in summer night, will search 
the legend of undying 
grace, in the wasteland 
of life.

Falling Debris

Satish Verma

Purity of thoughts, 
must limit the knowledge― 

collective withdrawl from 
the valley of words. 

Each life you had changed 
the bed, to meet the god, in different attires. 

Hanged from the roof 
to understand the pangs of poverty. 

The unborn century will wait 
for the collapse of identity. 

Man has gone too far carrying 
the burden of acoustics.

The Reckoning

Satish Verma

It was revenge on you 
by unknown. 
You were sentenced to live before 
the ashes arrive from thumb to thumb. 

The onset of grief 
was caliberated. I would 
not live with a mad weaver 
who will not heal the moral bleeds. 

A line delimits the dots. 
The dance will not begin tonight, 
of democracy. The sparrows 
were frightened. There was blood on the road. 

You want to go into a long sleep. 
The moon had an excuse to rise late. 
The seeds will observe the silence, 
before they come out of the asphalt.

Parting The Ways

Satish Verma

Like wounded tiger, 
going for last innings. 
Like Orpheus listening 
to water, without looking back. 

Will not entrance you 
any more, under the moonscape, 
getting light from 
the nightingale. 

Finding the passage of 
sunrise, I will wait for you 
to come last time- 
for a goodbye. 

Trembling like aspen 
leaf, to steal your aura 
in moonless night, when Milky Way 
will spread the diamonds.