Clawing Night

The waves crash at your threshold.
You had given me lot of tears:
I was dying in me-

in veiled existence. I want to hear me
loudly; my secret coming,
across the book in black box.
The androgynous deity
limping back to shore.

The claws, gnawing, stretching, giving
arterial push to the dead thighs
of ailing planet. First purple, then black
gangrene appears on the toes.

Chase of wealthy robes, spilling of sperms
for sake of virility. The slicing of time
gives dividend to survivors.

Submitted by satish verma.

The Lost Generation

Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender
plays with the gun.
Manhood was at stake
I will meet you in a cauldron.

I was arrested in the house, was
moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words
seek the letters in right order. Puns
revert to mud-slinging. The heart spills
red wine.
No more beats.

What next after albinism? Dark was beautiful.
Waiting for the light, which never came.
A devout survivor brings hope. I will
discover my god in particle.
subatomic, expanding.
I want to walk in mist and snow
over the bridge, on the bald clouds.

Submitted by satish verma.

Watching A Galaxy

I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known.
Winds start a virgin dance
of reeds.
There was a music for a monk
I prepare myself
to run into the storm.

You are not, what you pretend to be
and I also don’t need to see the ugly inside.
Enigma for apology,
to erode the authority-
for which you carry a mask, to beat the truth.

Where and when we will meet
for interpretations? Sleep may bring
a quick death of a nova
unravel the secret
of a flying prayer.

Submitted by satish verma.

Give Me That

I found my words exhausted,
limping out of my pen in pain.
I remain thoughtless n’ lost.
My images fall smashing hail.
As day dreams they fizzle.
After I saw you I felt my futile.
All I wished was your grace.
I knew you enveloped me in.
I can still see your smile everywhere.
Now my metaphors diminished.
In scanty thoughts I saw your glow.
By a Basil leave I worship you,
placing my heart in a tray of silence.
Bless me with your charm.
Bless me with your aroma.
Bless me with your love.
Bless me. bless me. bless me.
Let me adore you with a soulful syllable?
Give me that syllable as breathe!

Submitted by Satheesan Rangorath.

A Name of Clemency

Belief will lynch all the vistas,
one by one,
for art of living,
to break the silence of innocence.

I will scream, when hurts bruise
in temporal sleep,
for man’s hymns of wheeled corpses
wafting in eternal cliffs of truth –

being proud strings of a forgotten song
in the valley of death
chastening the majesty of scars.

I will pray for the brief funeral
of old age,
I shall not beg for mercy.

Submitted by satish verma.

Love

Love is not a fantasy..
Love is not a dream…
Love is like a veil which separates two hearts from each other…
Remove the veil and you will find me..
Remove the veil and you will see my heart..
Remove the veil and you will see the burning fire..
Burning to quench it’s thirst forever…
Come be my valentine ..today and for all days ever..And ever and ever….

Submitted by Jia.

Sorry, My Love

Not long ago,
I’ve put your love in vain.
I’ve caused you so much pain.
I’ve made mistakes all over again.

Now I write you a letter of
To say, “I’m so sorry.”
Hoping for your forgiveness
And deep understanding.

Though hopeless,
I still believe for a new beginning
This time my love is sweeter than ever.

A thousand times
I go down on my knees and cry.
And every day,
So many tears in me have fallen.

But now,
I wonder if you still love me.
I wonder if you even care for me.

You know I’d die for you, my love.
The only thing I fear is living
Without by my side.

Submitted by Alon Calinao Dy.

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