Life Poems - Page 2
Curvature
+1The visible was most
invisible.
Watching the moon
through veil.
A bomb explodes
in your hands.
The poem wavers-
and then falls on dew.
This was not bone-green;
original,
not a fake cloud –
to kiss the feet
of a burning god.
It was natural conjugation
between enemies.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Devil’s Realization
0O flamingo, your pink is fading.
Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based.
It hits there, where it hurts more.
You were chasing, standing on one leg
salt was dwindling in the lake.
The stink unlike you is going to stay.
I am learning the hard way, the
blue island of ice is staying with a thread.
A sweet flesh comes from the mountain from other end.
Whose gold was melting now?
Sucking the milk tinged with blood?
Breasts are shrivelling in monoxide.
Satish Verma
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Crisscross
+1When speed overtakes you, incision on
black marble crashes. Before the moonrise
your bygone sister falls in your arms
crying.
Babydeath had jumped from the second
floor to meet the earthquake of icy
forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide
wanted to know, who was to be blamed?
Wind is split on two counts.One was
the lazy sun and second were the clouds
in absence. An evil eye has a theme of
breeding resentment of withdrawl from a romantic hug.
Tossed in a deathbin, a snail tries to
climb on a hot wall of bonelight.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Dark Language
+4Wanted to wear the grief uncrying,
sitting on the bank, counting the waves,
watching the swaying of earthen lamps.
There was a little water on the moon,
charged atoms settling in the lap of a sponge.
The water becomes the moon,
floating on goat’s milk.
My descent starts to find the truth.
Where the water has gone from the eyes?
The mirrors always tell the lie.
The headless body writhes in the dust,
words change the author of a murder.
A crowd finds a knife only.
Once again a century weeps!
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Striking Portrait
0A silvery,
fluting cry of a sleepless moon
on the pillow of a twilight sleep:
an enigma I wanted to share
with a skylark.
From the disbelief rises a sulphur
cloud to thaw the ice on the tongue of a dawn.
First ray of sunlight starts flirting,
with a dew dropp on a wet rose.
It was not a poem but a thought
crossing a bridge into eternity,
for a sparkle in the pain of life,
a hymn to be recited without understanding
the meaning.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
In Search of Peace and Happiness!
0Most of us have stories to tell
I’ve met some people
Who are happy with their lot in life
I’m not sure of the degree
Of happiness.Though.
I’ve also met some people
Who are so miserable
That you just want
To slit your wrists
After being in their company
For 5 five minutes
It’s amazing how we often complain
About life forgetting the fact
That we create our own reality
And most often we refuse
To be happy with our lives
And it’s ebbs and flows
Both short and long
we’re so naive but
That make us human kind
Always be in constant
In search for peace.happiness
And people we can truly
Have fun.enjoyable and memorable
Times with…
Submitted by claivoyantdestiny(Jhoyce).
Suns Inheritance
0This was a raw thing.
A paranoid template for AK-47 rifles. The
homemade bombs were planted on the roadside.
A very explosive blend of a fedayeen. You
cannot take it anymore this jihad. In everyday
life inside comes out in the graveyard. It drizzles,
the fake beliefs.
A bleak panaroma. Pansexual desire. Black
boulders, reddish cheeks,
moon falling on so many of stars!
I want a burntout sun.
Submitted by Satish Verma.