It hits the tongue without warning
Burns the throat where it once soothed
Makes breathing feel like drowning
You gasp but nothing moves.
Like love
When it shifts without a sign
Leaves two hearts beating strangely
Out of sync & out of time.
The light that once felt certain
Starts to flicker & then to fade
And every step you take alone
Feels colder than the shade.
When a heart slips out of reach
Memories build what truth can’t cross
A bridge that leads to nowhere
Not quite on path, not yet lost.
Get offline. Meet me at the corner!
My words are like the wind,
whistling in unassuming;
Your words are filled with daggers,
attention seeking shouters;
Can’t come up with ideas of your own,
you’re too focused on yourself to think,
much less see anything else;
Are you just daft or do you
have a death wish?
Get offline! Meet me at the corner;
See I write everyday.
you write when you feel it suits you;
You have no connection to the Muse,
but that’s something you won’t admit to;
I said it before, you’re a one trick pony
and you’ll never change the game;
You can have your five minutes in the Sun,
open mics are merely a small piece of me;
My focus is the words, I’ve already won.
Get offline! Meet me on the page!
Dunk on people?
The one with a vocabulary holds the record;
Will your slang stand up on paper?
Your backboard sits shattered;
I could say it vaguely
but you’d choke on the metaphor;
Such fluid electricity
can’t be found in acrimony;
Are you just daft or do you
have a death wish?
Get offline! Meet me at the corner.
Terror has ripped apart our nation,
oh God when we will get rid of this false emotion.
In longest night
of pitch-dark space
you disappear like an arrow.
No star brightens your face.
Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets
to capture the gullible victim
on winter solstice.
The snow was falling like
sorcery.
A little anxiety to taste the
dried out grapes
and listen to the hunger
mouthless.
You draw the lake
on a canvas
and then jump into it
with visible nakedness.
Satish Verma
When smoke acrid
Start vanished
And clearing of air seemed
Subjugated the space
One thing sure
Your greener pasture
Unleashed and fear subside.
From here on
Your dream dampened
The balancing beam leveled and liven
As the acoustic chords burn
With its music grown
Wild till the wee hour morning
I knew you won.
There are changes of mood sometimes
But the concentration is attuned
To the upbeat of a favorite
Dancing all around the place
And already come accustomed
More than reverberated
To a climax without end, up and ashore!
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