Eternal Drift
A hidden lump was revealed
in annual ritual.
You flung open the gates-
to take away the regal pain.
Was it a reprisal
for a purple nail?
Withdrawl was threatening.
In the line of fire
comes the guilt.
The suicide in the goddess
womb? Celebrate if
you pull out.
Floating on the drifting
threat. The welts will sing
the erotica.
poem by Satish Verma
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A Somber Night
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.
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Message
And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.
The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.
The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.
Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.
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Disbelievingly
Fraternising
the needles
on abbreviated lips.
Handful of sand
hauling uphill.
Code of particles
feels the entire lie.
You wear mauve
when I cry.
Like diatoms
in eyes.
Erase the sun
from my hairs.
I am turning black.
The brine
had encroached all around.
The brown grass, the soaked laughter,
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Ironical
Sky drank the moon
when night was cool.
A lone tree on roadside
waits for the prowling wolf
to steal the electric skin
like the veins on the breast.
River was flowing
nudging, cleaving the rising frenzy.
Still the thirst does not sink
like the torpedoed sub.
A dropp contains million faces of a moon.
A moon does not have a drop.
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Of Language
The particulate allegories
were tossed around.
The wheels had refused
to exit.
Unscathed, phrases
were erupting in pulses.
There was flame and ice
Inherent -
in the silicate of
wedded friendship.
Who was afraid of the bed
in heydays
of thorns down the roses?
An endless journey for the
bleeders in labyrinthine life
of yes and no.
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Afterimages
A whisperer with its begging bowl
wants a moon in alms.
A candle burns in panic.
The serpent was sitting in a prayer.
The golden teeth will find the apples
leafless, pleading for a fall.
Stoking the fire, you step on a ghost.
It was a fake, I scream.
Do not tamper the ruins of the tower.
They are going to find the death masks.
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Who Was Me?
A misbelief
breaks into rags.
Still I dream of some gods
on black pages
piecing together the words
of light. The rains come
in the cage of tears,
voicelessly.
Striated muscles of splintered faith
go to cramps birthing
the avatar
without a mother.
I will pick up now
nothingness
from the bounty of silence,
of a stunning question.
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One Simple Day
For honour killing
twilight adulates an abstract faith.
Tainted?
Now that mouth was shut
and butterfly was pinned,
will you grow the marigolds?
The empty book was not breathing
in a crowd of words.
The bitter meaning had flown away.
The mountain will cry now
in the absence of birds.
Trees were shedding their leaves.
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Sinking
Your becoming, cuts the moon
in half. I come
blind to hold the
knife.
The aroma of the bush
prepares the golden cups
for drinking milk from the
rage.
His wings were glued, the bird
will not be able to fly
in the night of despair and
song.
Immerse yourself in the assault
and the kiss of blizzard. The
snow is strong, wind is very
low.
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