Life Poems
Black Magic
0He was still paying the price
for ultimate unbending.
Before the black icon locked the waves
to start tremors for an apolitical murder.
He took the call and stood straight,
stopped the melodrama of drinking the venom
and became larger than death.
This is the story of a common man,
who remained silent, went on looking
for the invisible marks on the ornamental sword
carved after every farewell to the severed
head of another clan.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Nakedness
0Dying piece by piece in shock
a life without a mutiny.
Walking amidst blue kraits
you never raised the stick.
Of extinct possibilities in the night
of unmanned crossing-
the blood streaked globe goes on
revolving round the blazing sun.
Short legged pygmies waving
to tall peaks of ice from the
burnt-out shelters, to learn
obedience again.
Crushed and upturned, we lost
each other in the jungle of
uncertainties. Peeled off skin
made us afraid of each other.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
After Serial Blasts To Make A Point
+6After seeding the clouds
they were going to buy wet lips.
Seven minutes to make a bomb:
a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit,
one headless body squirts a long jet of blood.
Run, run for the cover, with nuggets of
wailing times. Black walls intercept the flames.
A nimbus suspends the door.
Cryptic commands fail. A body sprawls
on payment for wheels to move. You
hand me a child to find his bilolgical mother.
A long manifesto makes the cadaver shrink.
Clocks spin in frenzy. Mirrored people
look like ghosts. A city burns.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Shifting Pain
+1A silent wrath sits in a pool
of blood, will start a battle
over the footprints of sponges
who soaked the history.
The flow of endurance, lava on
the tongue triggers discontent
for a riot of spawned hunger.
One transparent self under the rocks
moans, falls to explosion, sways in
dim smoke. For the authenticity of future
we are killing the serpent
who drinks milk
from your hands
and protects your treasure.
The tranquility is little bloated
like grape seed extract.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Predatory
0Surge of rage in domes of violence
skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo
of genetic markers, shimmers in society,
race and native shirts.
Enters into the creation of a saga
accomplished by advancing poppies;
there was no connection to ancestors.
Brutalizing golden dawn
leaves a bitter taste.
They were fighting with broken swords.
Virgin flesh becomes moon face,
bloats for a fatal jump,
on to the widow’s peak
of a dancing star at sun-set point.
The innocence cleaves the night
to implant the bride’s lips.
I am lost in a sheared landscape
there is no singing tree.
Submitted by satish verma.
New Kings
0And there was history
to map the terror. A neoplasm
was arising suddenly in the aching skull.
Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go.
Clouds of dense smoke were mindless.
All the centuries were smouldering
in the hearts of waiting children
while the bombs were swaying from the tree tops.
The fat men and women were melting down
to define the master and slave in the
dark chambers of commerce. The ravaged
body of truth anoints itself with blood.
Submitted by satish verma.
Reasoning
0There was a portrait under the landscape.
Whispering of clouds,
writhing body and
tense folds.
The sorrows hold out
a veiled threat.
Mortality itself will finish the epic abstraction?
I am not sure, and then the fog rises.
Afraid of flames –
a man was burning alive in inferno,
the red blooms of serial blasts.
A hairy bigfoot runs through the passions.
The fractured faith scatters wild words
like childhood screams.
The very living was night of kills
a freedom in movement of time.
Submitted by Satish Verma.