Terror of Blunder
Deep inside the ocean’s heart
A man in black holding a bat
Brain ruled by resentment
Hypothalamus painted with black
Trepidation took over my body
As he moves towards me slowly
Evil sneer I can still see clearly
Despite his Prada’s large hoody
Palpebral met bulbar rapidly
Then tears sprints continually
My voice box abandoned me
My bones enervated suddenly
I hear no footstep or any noise
The place is hushed and so I peeked
Nightmare met me, he is too near
He raised the bat then jeered
Meters to inch within a second
From my frontal, blood drifted
I feel the pain; ‘think it is my end
I waited but why can’t I be dead
The bat fiercely moves up and down
Repeatedly reached my skin and bones
I felt indignant I do not deserve one
I just finished the job started by some
I am terrified and so I hastily awoke
I wobbled, I cried; I am terribly stuck
Euthanasia, I should not have done it
Every minute you’re piercing my heart
Categories:
bulbar, sorrow, sorry,
Form: Free verse
It in now dark.
Talking of exposed genitalia
I go into a terrible shock.
A compulsive deceit
takes hold of the attention.
The candle burns me inside.
Between eyes
a *chakra uncoils, like a Naja.
Strikes ! You are stricken-
with a bulbar palsy.
No haemorrhage. A purple venom
spreads in the whole nativism.
Voices move in half-lit corridor.
The doors do not lead to rooms.
All exits disappear.
A chandelier crashes. You
are awakened from a deep slumber.
A poem is born.
*In Indian thought a chakra is the center of spiritual power in the
human body. They are seven in numbers.
Satish Verma
Categories:
bulbar, art,
Form: ABC