She dances
For a world running out of chances
Embrace the spotlight
Even if temporary we must fight
No longer content to chase echoes
When our skin changes like that of geckoes
The longer her eyes roll back
The world has less slack
If a dream can dream
Radiance may cast a solitary beam
When the cacophony fades
Our necks are held against the blades
Know this we must notice
If we're to blossom a blue lotus
Constraint through restraint
The chains leave her feeling faint
For her existence is ephemeral
But only if we reconcile her moral
Only when we trade iron prisons for green
Can true transcendence be seen
When green paper is worth less than life
Life may endure with less strife
And with tears in my eyes
I would like nothing more than to burn the lies
As she stands a mere breath
From a lonely death
Observed by an impassive population
That cheers our incoming desolation
Apocalypse is to kiss her lips
Beneath the burning eclipse
She dances
For a world running out of chances
When the clock strikes midnight
We say good night
An unusual melody,
a reticent antiquarian
I will wear my galloping age
with your dark eyes.
The lines were drawn
in the crocus fields.
We were fighting for the wild
immitative geckoes.
A toad stumbles out from the eyelids
of a zero hour. You will not
touch the counterfeit of questions
thrown at the meadows.
Evening of life celebrates
the failures. In the beginning
there were no lights.
End came with a red moon.
Satish Verma
When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.
Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
for the purification of greed and spurting desires.
His only mechanical aid was his pen.
Into the half century of geckoes getting rid
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds
started melting on the burnt-out grasses.
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes.
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body.
SATISH VERMA
* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops
eating and drinking.
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