The joker fields the first laugh
as satans pantry recalls
all those loud antics
Release is in the eye
A fools errancy prevails
enrapturing your soul
Vacating the easy chair
because I've had my share
Ministers admonish you
watch for celebrity fools
on the TV screens glare
as the moon gazes
looking for any other sphere
There was a big question. Why
one was not raped.
It hits the gate of heaven.
The moon has not risen.
I become a victim of an elegy
before my demise.
Thus I am back to square one,
when I had not fallen in love
and you were still in errancy.
Pleading for levitation in tender
zone.It was the blackbird
which was not ready to swallow a moon.
Scaling the peaks without climbing.
I am going to bring down the milk
of an artist, who would not
paint a goddess.
Satish Verma
take me,take me in the morning
when the wind blows in the treetops
and the sun shines through my window
throwing shadows on the ceiling
and it's just the kind of day
that makes me want to say-
oh what a feeling!
wake me,wake me without a warning
when the sky weeps silver teardrops
and the sunlight
bending rainbows,beautiful rainbows over the meadow
now I've lost the will to flee
the ways of errancy-
oh what a feeling!
so don't let me sleep in,just give me a shout out
you know it's the weekend and time's on the move
I want to be deep in,the life all around me-
here and there,everywhere it's such a groove!
shake me,shake me when day is dawning
and the moon goes back into hiding
and the sweet sound,of a bluebird
new arriving,here to greet me
I'v never seen a brighter day
in any kind of way
oh what a feeling!
the wayward child within us all
forever played by spring and fall
whose songs allay the will to flee
the wicked ways of errancy
as oftentimes a man will shun-
his promises to wife or son
to heed the call to wander free
the primrose path of errancy
like vessels trimmed with shining sails
the admirals and swallowtails
adrift upon a rustic lea
the fertile field of errancy
if stars availed to wishes plied
a pair of wings on which to glide
to ride,how splendid would it be
the wilful wind of errancy