Luscious ripple
Lips invokes the heart
Is it magic or life?
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that shimmering scruff
upon the fresh branches of spring
like fall, it catches the gaze
a riot of autumnal shades
subtly and truly elfin
sprinkle the earth with gems
until late May, days scour
with their broad broom
greenery all across the globe
Written: May 12, 2023
Not this but that
Not that but this
Hearts turn to bat
What did we miss
While we were away
Ah the joy & bliss
As ego was at play
The Divine Love caress
Is now here to stay
The continuum of life is enveloped by existence,
the residual effect from the nature of resistance-
I’ve seen the consecution of time when I wonder,
and felt the chain reaction when being pulled under.
For time is nothing but a perpetual connection,
a space between minutes within life’s conception-
Ceaseless and swinging like a pendulum’s oscillation,
alive since before the time of the universe’s creation.
Meter set in periodicity with each strong pulsation,
and swaying back and forth with each alternation-
The undulating movements bring life to our realm,
the fluctuation of time and space and really overwhelm.
Intermittence of meter residing within reoccurrence,
built from a foundation of strict concurrence-
Beating with rhythm and set in desirous motion,
adhering to each molecule, what a marveling notion.
May 22, 2017
Seven minutes of terror,
and fourth generation of missiles.
Can they go together ?
And road stops here ?
An honour killing will
ensue ? Do you think so ?
Ethnic hate runs deep in
seeking revenge by remote sensing.
I miss my ego. The poet’s
pride; oscillating between
water and beach. There was no
boat in sight.
Sitting on a rock. I visualize
the firebrand west. Moon was rising.
There was no rhyming in verse or
cascading fall. Any one can climb-
the tree and start throwing down
the ripe mangoes. Was it a harvesting
time of severing the cords.
Satish Verma
Oscillation in a static realm. Stalking desolation, a haunting reminder of
transcendence. Sporadic fractures paint a decadence flourishing confined mortal.
Omnipresent the triumvirate, yet fallow diversity feigns a collapsing periphery.
Malleable beings vivisect the strings of eternity for clarity divine.
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