as thoughts and ideas
MELDED
and experiences
define the perimeters
so my expectations
took form
to shape my decisions
GLISTENING
like oil on water –
a kaleidoscope
of possibilities …
when memories
S W I R L
finding a new truth –
my epiphany
flowing over
river s.t.o.n.e.s
worn smooth
by norms
yet
glistening with f l u I d d a w n s …
GATHERING
the past
in a m…i…s…t…y shawl
it comforts the future –
PROPITIATING
twilight sprites
discarding a false dusk …
guided by the light of iNyanga*
we define ourselves
amongst the many dawns
we shape
revealing truth…
In 12 lines I will be dead
and the blame will be fully yours
been thinking about this for centuries
just needed the tilt you provided
from the great ocean of requirement
fantasized at law giver central
by cross eyed fanatics wailing truth
while eating their children in sacrifice
to propitiate the next shooting star extinction
how we got here from there is not pretty
and an application of aesthetics
would be more than bad taste
it would be false
Days will surely pass one by one
Either joy or sorrow will be won
Whether we need it or not
They will be by us surely got
Pains will vanish in due course
A cure, time will kindly enforce
Joy though now comes to stay
One day, it will also go away
Nothing will be in life constant
As changes are incessant
We must accept it meekly
We can't proceed weakly
We must rejuvenate our mood
That only is in life damn shrewd
Or else we will lose definitely
We must recover absolutely
Next step, we must initiate
God mayn't kindly propitiate
But, we must be confident
Then only we are prudent.
Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts
King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.
How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?
SATISH VERMA
King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.
How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?
SATISH VERMA
I interpret what I see
hoping that it's on target
response
you hope it's what is accepted
or is it?
I read you and then you disappear
no answer
oh dear...did I cross the line?
quickly I try to amend my words with more words
have to be heard...when reading was the culprit
or was it?
oh the written word...(sigh)
IMs become obselete since there's no one
to answer to...
so I write to plead my case
hoping to propitiate the soul
that may have been hurt.
But then again...
did I misinterpret the no answer?
Hmmm...
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