Satish Verma Poet ABC

A Love and Hate Story

I was learning, how
not to catch you.

Called the cloud
hugging a hillside.
Can you climb on the road ?
No , it said, I want to play with the moon.

So,
this was becoming,
without presence.
An epiphany ? No it was a crying
theme, discovery of the self.

When the tremors came,
you were flung like a doll,
opening the earth
one breath long.

Swallows were eyeing the sky.


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The hollow tree
traps the light and sends out
the blue pupils of yellow eyes.

I am still counting the limbs
under the boulders.
The landmass was moving asking names.

The big vulture was watching 
the end of the feast,
for schizophrenics.

A bomb hidden in turban will
kill a saint. You say I should
call for the girls.

Why don’t you wear the skullcap
to cover the beautiful mind
which will not kiss the fire ?



Satish Verma

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Mario De Paz June 5, 2013 at 9:05 AM It is quite difficult to me to catch the full meaning of these verses, where words are used to create a dark athmosphere, as dark as the senses of the leading actor. A sort of madness permeates the poem.