Oh my dearest, she who my whole yearns for ,
She who was boldly drafted in the future of mine
Now very distant, far gone , breaking my all
Where was I at fault? Were my transgressions so great to let it fly ?
Dawns swiftly metamorphosing into dusks
memories of her , the sweet toned voice ,brings me near tears
maybe not now , maybe not in the coming years ,
but my mind hopefully will ditch these heart piercing flashbacks.
Heart vigorously pounding,
enticing suicidal thoughts.
Unending streams from my eyes ,making me taste salts
Nothing and nothing seems exciting.
Maybe one day, or some day ,
this pain will grow wings , enabling it to fly away.
To get my smile back ,yes I might sound like a fool
Because my happiness has always and forever,laid in you .
Categories:
fallouts, break up,
Form: Free verse
Oh, what a drag, another day
Is going by so flatly.
A.A.
The life drags on again. As real as a haze
over a lunar sea it lasted for so many
eons that you began to take the life at face
value but luckily it didn't lead to any
fallouts: as before the notional mirage
continues to attract the spurious wayfarers
in a conceptual sand; a verbal camouflage
is still a matter of perceptive faults and errors.
Regretfully, the death is just another wrong
conception. Do not place too high your expectations
on it. The death as well endures for so long
that once you'll get enough of any incarnations.
"You bored me to the death you both, life and death".
I don't remember who said that. May be, Macbeth.
Categories:
fallouts, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
Night's shadows grew weary in the oppressive heat;
Repose of Earth's golden orb brought little relief.
Like a condor shadowing its prey from aloft,
There was no respite from the encompassing doom.
Behind curtains of vanity man hid his pride,
As he destroyed the Earth reaping all its rewards -
Spewing gaseous emissions - fallouts of his lust.
His reckoning upon him in forty more days;
God's Kingdom would come to Earth, for man's wicked ways.
Too little, too late as our foundations crumbled,
And the Horsemen of the Apocalypse appeared.
In man's last hour suppliant prayers rocked the night,
As humanity came together one last time.
Might man save his Earth forsaking his wanton ways?
Might he learn to live in harmony with his land?
Forty days an eternity for all on Earth;
Can we live as one - our answer might be our curse.
Categories:
fallouts, bird, deep, environment, humanity,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Around the corner (20141010)
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations,
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool. Keeping calm. Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing. Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?
Categories:
fallouts, family, fear, future, life,
Form: Alliteration
How will you measure the wide
gulf between words and hyphens ?
The apostrophes will give you
restrain and isolation.
The predators will sit and
wait for the fallouts. The night
was your domain to start
sinning; in erasing the numbers.
The midnight grief during the
assault of moon. Were you ready
to unmask the hidden inter-
polator ? The merciless thrush ?
Candidiasis ? It was eating
away your smell, your taste
and moments of glimpses
of the fire in the groins.
Satish Verma
Categories:
fallouts, art,
Form: ABC
When we hold a world whereat it's leaders, so to speak...
Worship statues, themselves, silver as gold, multi-coloured
Warped castles power as dust be their, paper lust ? then, what
Should one expect but yes, the darkest of venues indeed; orbiting
Circling, his black hole; chasing furry bunnies with cleavers for paws
Uncle Mad Hatter and Aunt Jezabel; vote for me you see an inside track ?
Old money honey willed as dispersed in a hearse of a verse by, a gaffy goat.
Categories:
fallouts, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: I do not know?
At the Door of a Friend
With footfalls heavy to this door
Where I would see my friend no more
What comfort could I hope for me
Now you’re gone to destiny
No more welcome of the hand
Just empty space, a rift in sand
And no more face with smile of glee
That heralds informality
Where will I go to search my soul
Who will help me reach my goal
Who will stab my selfishness
Put my mind at ease, at rest
Call me up with sports results
Suffer my insane insults
Mark me as a friend indeed
Be there, in my time of need
Your light was always on for me
The truth I now stand here and see
Those times of sheer belligerence
Those wasted hours in ignorance
The fallouts that we often had
Those times that always felt so bad
Were only testing of our strength
To know what friendship really meant
Opens the door, she passes note
I read the words therein you wrote
That scribble, that once so annoyed
Is more welcome and enjoyed
I smile and read how this is neat
As all my words above repeat
And more to know when I am gone
To look and find, that light still on
Written 24 April 2013
For Becca Lucas Contest;
What a Friend Really Is.
Categories:
fallouts, friendship,
Form: Couplet
Looking back remembering just where it all began,
Tiny ears, tiny nose, tiny feet and hands,
Holding me close within your arms amazed at all you see,
Do you remember how it was when you gave life to me?
No doubt we had our cuddles, much more then one or two,
These memories so far away, precious memories with you.
Years go by so quickly, childhoods been and gone,
I sometimes sit remembering my life when I was young,
The stories that you told me, the costumes that you made,
Tucking me tightly into bed while kisses were exchanged,
Making cakes for birthdays, especially for me,
Hours in the kitchen preparing for our tea,
A few things I remember, not quite sure how I do,
But all the same there memories, precious memories with you.
I’m now myself a mother, just like you are to me
I try my best in every way but their too young to see,
Just like I was back then, not seeing how you tried,
But I know now you done your best in all that you applied,
And even through our fallouts, in times we don’t agree,
I know I’ll be ok cos you’ll be standing next to me,
So know I‘ll love you always, i'm proud of all you do,
And grateful for my memories, precious memories with you.
Categories:
fallouts, daughter, mother, nostalgia, life,
Form: Light Verse