Landscape
my desire,
moves in a sky of principles
makes a perfect landing
this was the place
this was the name
my god, I have not reached anywhere
the words float in air
hissing reverberates
now you can talk, without tongue
the eye,
looks past you, a single
red flame, going straight into heart
the end,
comes steaming, of a sheer delight
moon was lying bleeding
•
the thread breaks
it was neither beginning nor end
body floats between earth and clouds
no perception, no awareness
I may be moving or static
suspension of eyes in a tube
the sky breaks
this is a path between hills
I may stop or play with death
effortlessly sometimes you don’t want
any mercy no benign or malignant tumor
which can halt the steep decline
the thought breaks
you are listening a new story only
ladder will climb to palace there is no
traveler, no caravan the truth about the truth
was false only a wooly rhino buried
under the snow was true
•
I take you
between the veils
the shadows are chasing us
the rains will wash the sins
the bleeding must stop
every exit was red
guns are loud, and sun was in hiding
can you read me ?
I am tired
want to write a poem on my palm
can see it again and again
in dark
Satish Verma
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