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Satish Verma

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Ajmer, Rajasthan, India

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COMPARISON

by

Satish Verma

By candlelight
crooked fingers drew a face
on water for the sake
of sun.
Night will tell the fate
of flame.

Smothers with Magnolia’s
gloss.
There was an eerie silence
near the alarm clock.
Time to wake up.

The flowers in the book
will never read my story.
A naked bird hops in a cage for,
a parallel existence for another journey,
meeting an intelligent end.

Satish Verma


MY FAULT

by

Satish Verma

Your genome was climbing down.
I hate to count the steps.

Feathers hurt sometimes
after the end of flying.

How far was the moment of dust?
You were still swimming in saline water.

A collective guilt will pay the price.
Blissfully nothing else was to be done.

On your behalf I will not accept any alms
I was giving it, and I was taking it.

Was it a disaster, a visit from the lake.
My feet were wet and my eyes were wet.

Satish Verma

FALLING FALLING

by

Satish Verma

A translator hits the stop
a parable tells the million lies.

The spill was overflowing the walking fire,
dissenters were rising from seabed.

Looking inward I open a pathway
leading to home faraway.

Who will keep it contained, the smouldering
anger? The colossus was bleeding inside.

Cut moon, as the death walks between stars
into forgetful sky. Overnight it was red.

The necklace crosses a lake becoming
a swan’s neck in tearing chains.

Satish Verma

STONING

by

Satish Verma

A weeping willow was telling
a trove of memories,
for an ancient provenance
where the lake sleeps.

Why the sheen of water brings out
ephemerality of ‘if’. You want to
take a holy dip, never to come up again
in the throes of birth and death.

And waves, why they clap when they
are hooked up with the winds? Was it
to marry the sky? I am counting
the stars fallen to the street.

Back to the moon in skunk night
of slimming curves and opulent
nose for a ride in bed, sorting out
the remaining stones.

Satish Verma

A SOMBER NIGHT

by

Satish Verma

A volcanic kiss
was becoming ungreen.
The shark was coming.

All night it was raining.
The sap was rising
and love-farm was deluged.

A blue moon
walks on the dry eyes.
Why the tears had gone to exile?

A mole was growing
on the face,
while a smile was sitting outside.

When I woke up
into her arms, the moon
was blith and round.

Satish Verma

UntitledSLIPPING

by

Satish Verma

The danger lurks in corner.
After double helix,
Now cobalt pencil writes
the history of mankind.

Dirty bomb gives determinate
meaning of peace. I turn back
to be eaten alive. Like a blade of grass
you bend for the cuckoo.

Rattle snake in a jar or in bush
strikes awe. Everything comes to
naught when you move faster along
with teeth.

Suspended beans unhulled, were bent
upon to obliterate the white roots
suspended in air. I purse
my lips to kiss a rope.

Satish Verma

LOVE SCENES

by

Satish Verma

1.

A body
lives in my pocket
I fathered a hundred moons.

2.

You touch me
with wet nose
I know you have come.

3.

The golden grapes
on your tongue
were very sweet.

4.

Illusion
becomes a squatter
I will peel off the tangerines.

5.

It was
A gold mine, at night
hissing on snake.

Satish Verma

LOVE SCENES

by

Satish Verma

1.

A body
lives in my pocket
I fathered a hundred moons.

2.

You touch me
with wet nose
I know you have come.

3.

The golden grapes
on your tongue
were very sweet.

4.

Illusion
becomes a squatter
I will peel off the tangerines.

5.

It was
A gold mine, at night
hissing on snake.

Satish Verma