Golden Leap
0at cremation ground
the flames were creating
strange words
he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears
there was no need to question the answers,
kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge
over the river of annihilation
of self, making a gift of forked tongue
of cobra, spiteful, as an old virgin
it was over without thinking, scribbling
on the margin, his name in different inks
a young smell floats an funny rocks of
events and the fish swims in eyes of dead
foetus in womb, with unclenched fists
Submitted by satish verma.
Wounded Pride
0Generation grips,
I am the street
in dysphoria.
You run, shout, the arc
bleeds, you become your enemy
that kills the alphabets
A statue was hung
upside down
to eject the violence from plastic lips.
Blood stained sidewalk
throws a challenge to send
the skins of martys.
The taste of endometrium confronts
a fortune of calories in pink
for an unconscious hood.
And the language of golden teeth
hides the backdoor flight
of a fallen god.
Submitted by satish verma.
February 14
+7Its morning and I’m awake before you, watching you sleep. Covers barley drawn.
The beauty of your nakedness that peeps from under the cover had my eyes journeyed beyond galaxies of a night well spent.
Replaying the thrill of touches, the ecstasy of frost whispers in my ears, As petals of red rose and white covers stand as brides mate and grooms to our love ceremony.
Chocolates was our ring of choice, feeding each other lips to lips. And the wine that drink from our navel said exotic vows.
The wetness of your tongue in memory that dance on my neck leave me shivered, I still could feel your presence like you never stopped.
I journeyed and journeyed, blooming smiles, as your screams of passionate feeling was my favorite song. You were singing to me with fingernail scratches.
My memory goes deeper and deeper, lost in the symphony sounds of our love making. The tear of joy from your eyes fall like shooting star.
Sounds of you calling my name came in repeat, echoing louder and louder. Suddenly the touch of your awaken and calling had me awake to my consciousness.
Submitted by stephen montique.
Puzzles
+2Hopscotch, retrieve a pebble
from the lake,
sitting under a tall tree
i will wait
for leaves to fall
on water;
i will see through my seeds
a relief of roses,
overnight
in the soccer field
tiny mushrooms
popped up, wearing white caps
to see the game –
turning the pages of a book
opens a museum,
i come on you
not accusative
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Bloodscape
0Monologue of a monolith
to live in a moment
was futile. A young house was in disorder.
Not listening, I would find the missing links.
Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal
lines for shifting the planets.
The age creeps quietly, irremediably poor,
unchanged in hysteria: after hysterectomy
the womb lies in dirt. Ethnic violence will fill
the carts of mutilated bodies, move to market,
selling the rage. Be in today, or tomorrow,
the blood brings honour.
Do not complain of weather, these arthritic
fingers, crooked toes, you will end on a cliff
after the logic of war fails. A bald year
moves, untrusting the noble men, I ascend
a coin to find the circa of topless democracies
destroying the pillars of feet.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Love Beneath Autumn Sky
+2We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I’m lost in your eyes,
I’m lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.
We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.
We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.
Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.
Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.
Submitted by stephen montique.
Traces Of Her Cuddle
+2I open the door to my room
And the memory of her fragrance greet me.
I smile and walked in like she was there.
Inhale her presence; her essence that lingers.
Flashes of her camera that freezes our moments together; I remembered how she posed like a model.
Protruding smiles so bright like sunflower.
I run my hand along the bed, places where she laid,
Everywhere, I tenderly touched.
As if I was touching her body once more.
Slowly I sit glancing over my shoulder, where she had laid before me and slept away.
Submitted by stephen montique.