Best Unslept Poems
Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he did scowl, as I put forth
The ways I cared and loved indeed
You'd kiss my wounds - control, condole
Then skew them deeper, slaying my soul.
In far east, you, so bright yet blank
Have you not seen how hard i wept?
When flowed his eyes, his tears I drank
Did you not count my nights unslept?
And blind, was I, to your disguise
Gaze up, My Love, go find your lies!
Weep not, My friend, most close-knit
For you did taste deception bitter
Dazzled like queen, down south you sit
Mere a pawn now of waning glitter
Concur I, My Love, all pretence is sweet!
Until falls the cloak, and truth does greet.
Toppled, as I, did west monarch shiver
Warned of haste; but he'd cried my name
Limits, leaped I, not a blink's quiver
For cared I not, if world did blame
In pain, My Love, at me, you mocked
Alone, My Love, left me, you debauched!
Sorrow, the sacrifice, you did witness
O! Glazing Moon! Make haste and tell
How profound is hatred, beneath this breast
Where, drenched in love, a heart did dwell
Upon you, My heart, I swear, I proclaim
Sha'n't ever bleed in eye, sha'n't ever take his name.
Lo! Behold! Last thing, I wish to confess
If I say unto you, shall I be relieved
For you know me, my heart at best
If I say unto you, shall I be believed
No matter how high may hatred soar
I own, my love shall weigh ever more!
In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace
between the linear moments when you held my breath
and the last time we said goodbye:
Awakened by the thunder every calm fiber
goes dormant as I toss and turn
searching for the memory of your warm body
The rain slips easily from glass to ledge
and so do my tears;
Life with all its poignancy, cannot reach me here
beneath thick blankets of denial.
As I pretend the night away death does not exist,
nor does it live here, anymore
In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace
through poetry in flight,
although I leave it to the angels,
to whisper you, goodnight !
Mother,today I'm on my own
thinking of what would i say
if you ever had to leave this world before me...
I hope you won't..but this is how it goes...
Mother
I thankyou for the empty Will,which is so full of you
I thankyou for your warmest smile,always serene and true
I thankyou for the riches ,you never left behind
that's sure a clever way, for our family not to fight
I thankyou for the empty will, full of sweetest memories
the kindness of your heart, lives in my realities
I thankyou for the only ring you left us in the drawer
a simple golden circle ,you lived loyal to, forevermore
I thankyou for the funny you, the laughter and long chats
the hearthy meals and yummy goods ,without any regrets
I thankyou for the songs you sang on times when i was sad
so many nights unslept,so close to my own bed
I thankyou for the devotion, for our only God above
you talked about Him in a way,that I believed in love.
Mother,you are the best example of how we all should be
many neighbours ,lonely people ,you've helped with blissful glee.
There are so many saints ,who did extraordinary things in life
then there are those humble people who did simple special deeds
there are those strong willed people who won each sacrifice
being the the best mother,the best sister,the best friend and the best wife.
Mother,there's a heaven a place where you should be
I know you are so happy there in waiting just for me
An emtpy Will i found which is so full of you
there's nothing I will change about,in anything you do.
Charma
P.s-Sometimes we feel to say loving words to those we love ,
to show them how special they are ,and its so very hard.
Sometimes we wait till they're gone to let our emotions show,
but i do believe to live life as it was my first day and if it was my last
and I do believe to share my love and thoughts whilst I still can...
The meditation of an unslept night,
dancing to the music of silence.
Waiting for that unseen sight
and my visions to form an alliance.
To create the uncreated art,
searching in worlds unexplored.
My mixed up ideas to sort
and find a train of thought to climb aboard.
An imagination yearning to be set free,
unbridled senses waiting to take the lead.
Casting off fear and reservation to the sea,
but to experience truth dreams must concede.
No happy medium between wisdom and beauty,
can't balance the two in my troubled mind.
For some unknown reason, this has become my life's duty,
to search my thoughts for an island of peace to find.
A plan to stop this madness I'm willing to do,
to fall asleep and not sit and think the whole night through.
But rest just seems to escape my grasp,
tomorrow night I'll try again perhaps.
10/28/18
The Northern wind to South did blow
and left a kiss upon my brow,
I least care for the other ones,
From where to where the Western runs.
Within the sailcloth’s native flight
down all the oceans could I write,
but good from it can’t come to me
as wonder I at open sea.
You blew me fast on to a shore,
to a sailors will to survey more,
in time did courage I equip,
set sails to my beloved ship,
on a voyage thus I was again,
to shelter once more then attain,
at open sea I wondered long,
Inspecting where the skies went wrong,
why won’t my Northern Wind descend,
when this sailor does on it depend;
but still the promise that I made,
to your choices my silence bade,
when will you see that I had kept,
on stranded days and nights unslept—
my silence close, with lips concealed,
when bitter truth this life revealed,
through torrents that did daunt my being
still vexing moans I kept from fleeing.
If seas could only lives reset
and baptize me to you forget,
would gladly drown in all of them
to this misery just condemn,
but only in my tears design
could I now reach that land of mine
where my silence shall leave me too,
life as a beggar there renew,
upon whose shores I would down lie,
to hearts content then cry and cry.
The Northern wind to South did blow
and left a kiss upon my brow,
I least care for the other ones,
From where to where the Eastern runs.
R.N.Khan, © 2013
The day subsides, the sun descends,
A massive disc dipping into the horizon.
The tides ebb, waves lap the shore
Dusk holds sway: I fall into deep thought:
I wonder about the whys and wherefores
Of all the hustle and bustle of days of yore.
Quickly my thoughts revolve on you,
Deeper and deeper with yearning strong.
But now 'tis dusk and the orange tinge
Gives way to gray. The mighty sea calms
Like an unslept bed, its waves seem like whispers
Of days gone by: the ways of love,
The late goodbyes, the promise of the morrow,
And of undying love.
Dusk is now blackened like your silken tresses,
Dusk is now dewy like your luscious lips.
Still I feel your warmth, your exquisite fragrance,
The close embrace, observe with longing
The brilliant brown eyes as they stare into mine.
Now it's too dark, dreams fade away.
There is one thing left in this gathering gloom.
That's to wait patiently for your love.
(25/08/2011)
For four years of misery and
painfulness
Even lying at night made her
pain went bad
A lot of memorable pictures of
us
Decorated next to three years
of
unslept bed
Our lovely angel now with Him
We know she’s in severe shape
Or missing Him she seemed
Farida now resting after
crossing the cave
God gives His righteousness
But He makes us drown in tears
Reminiscence for my life,
Of a woman without give-ups
A strong mom and faithful wife
That’s all it takes to send her
merits up
In heaven she belongs
In this world, we have to be
strong
Her message, no need to
prolong crying
Goodbye is never her saying
We’ll meet again then, lovely
My as-close-as-mother auntie
Fun and laughter,feelings of a master,
smiling faces,going places
money to burn,things to learn,
lovely flat,lovely home,
safe inside a comfort zone.
Good clothes,good bones,good mobile phones,
feeling sweet ,life complete,
life getting faster, no thaughts of disaster,
a need to get higher,feeling on fire,
multi coloured lights,no signs of fights,
cannabis today,cocaine tommorow,
who knows after that which buzz will follow.
Introduction to new people,
life it seems it seems so simple,
working all week so my weekends are free,
concoction of drugs and a 48 hour party,
all drugs are on tick ill pay next week,
loving being on that ultimate peak.
Begin the chasing with frustration,
that ultimate high money can buy,
monday mornings allways daunting,
chewing the fat becoming slack,
struggle through with no point of view,
loss of my job i begin to screw,
now works missing my life starts slipping.
Jeckel and hyde,loss of pride,
hot and cold sweats,acumalating debts,
on a roll,spiral out of control,
all the things i never wanted to see,
leave behind my family,
blamed,ashamed,untamed,
unclean,unkept,unslept.
Start selling things like girlfriends rings,
never caring,never sharing,
waking up with beasts, girls with no teeth,
sweat pouring when i should be snoring,
on the street,blisters on feet,
all alone and insecure,
is this really what ive paid for?
Sleeping around on strangers floors,
glad just to be behind the safety of a door,
life damaged,life unmanaged,
yet still id use getting more confused,
damage done,no more fun,
a trail of destruction,allways ruckin.
Shadow running,paranoia bugging,
the need for highs,blinding my eyes,
scared and alone,sold mobile phone,
alcohol in bags,clothes in rags,
a life of crime now serving time,
hit rock bottom,no sign of stopping..........
Put off the lantern.
I am waiting for the moon’s
primal face. The lesser flamingoes
were going to shed the pink color.
Nude as a python, the kiss
of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation.
I suffer in the hands of protests.
The black ice now enters the eye of a needle.
A barefoot noun feeds the junta.
The butter babies will serve the poetry
of poor on the mats of principles.
I will remain unslept on straw.
A newspaper eats the story this side.
After the bloodbath surgeons weep.
An armless lover hugs a priest
for not calling the gods.
Satish Verma
Sky-clad, you are going
to meet the nemesis,
digging the street to?
find the nails. Do not fret.
Nails had burrowed deep in the
flesh of unknown. When you have
nothing to say, what are you
going to say ?
My heart misses a beat. Takes
a pause to look at the
spring of songless birds. I watch
myself ruined amid the legless run.
Soon they will be coming to wash
the stones with tears.
Do you smell the pungent smoke
rising from the no name tragedy.
Tonight the gas will not burn
in the kitchen. The beds will
remain unslept.
Satish Verma
The patina of dew dazzled on my drenched meadow,
charismatic crystals crowning the convergent verdance
sprinkled your essence in million sparkles of motif,
a tapestry I had spread on the precinct of my heart.
I thought that was what the feelings of paradise were
until the blaze of engulfing illusion burnt them to ashes.
The footprints on the shifting dunes of desert sand
crumbled inward to the desolate depth of obscurity,
treaded the delusive trail of mirage of togetherness.
The oasis faded away to the hazy horizon, unreached.
The waves of emotion rushing from the sea of desire
caressed my shore with the touch of pristine pearls.
The amorous arms of silver sands couldn’t hold long,
the surge returned to where it came from, disowned.
Cascading moonbeam contoured your face I configured,
glistened under the silver drizzle of the silent stardust,
disappeared with the melted mist of the unslept night,
because, of you behind shroud I couldn’t dream enough.
The propitiating poems so imperfect I wrote for you
rhymed with the rippling rustle of my mind’s petals.
The missing words wafted with the scent of passion,
defining me but dissolved in oblivion, unperceived.
In the air of our nest melody of my lyric didn't resonate
with the cadence of the embraced wings of nightingale
that flew away to sing some other song in another sky,
because sometimes silence called love is not enough.
September 10, 2019
January 3, 2020
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Knowing there are
many words for night;
mightwatch,nightshade,nightfall
but none for the space
of a halved bed,
an envelope starched,
flat with white,
unslept in
and hands devoid of
a trace of perfume or rest warmth,
a gentle curve.
Let him cherish the lost presence
of a drowned moon
of darkness long
of standing time.
Unslept-
hangman, flees from the noose.
The day had come to execute.
A thought had become a fear
but fear was not a thought.
Naked in the moon
a wolf wants move of something
leaning on the hills of thirst,
bitten by the views of cemetery.
The landscape
was changing. You want to cover your head
with a topi, standing on the edge
of a lake before you are drowned
under the burning eyelids.
A Buddha smiles from
the shelf. How can you fill the emptiness
of a bowl, which has
hundred holes ?
Satish Verma
Tribalism:
You break the rules
and become a renegade.
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Do not know
any god. All the
deities were man-made
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In dark, you
will recognize the faces
of unslept poems.
Satish Verma
Leave me visible like a vagrant dog in a deluge...
I'll hear your whisper in the wind, embrace your essence
in the rain, and see the secluded skies..
When the rain is subtle I will know that something
has tempered you... But when the rain rages I'll know that
something has imparted panic upon you!
And in this inherited intellect lacking eyes, ears, hands, or lips...
Our limp lumber would enternally rest in Earth's clay.Envision, the squall
streaming through a patch of wildflowers...
In my disorder gardens of myself flourished. Buds of curiosity burgeoning
from my eyes! It would be our knuckles, rigid, prancing pebbles meant for
progienies' play, and the sinful sun weaving it's way through your missing molars!
Countless days go unnoticed and nights unslept... We'll speak with our soul
through breached bones, where our tendons once thrived!
Imagine, your cranium and mine both mitagated to matter. Both refined from our
faults, and our skins going young again, disregarding the reason we ever wrinkled!
A chance to cleanse our aura oncemore... May I bceome dust with you?
My trembling tree...