Short Disrobing Poems
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In autumn as trees disrobe
Pirouetting falling leaves
Reveal their hidden glamour
Natures bare branch charm.
2nd October 2020
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in midst of many, we are yet alone
navigating ordained fate in life’s dream
disrobing ego is how we atone
recognising things are not what they seem
dancing with vibrance atop love’s moonbeam
at times within space-time and at times not
recalling light of Self, which we forgot
Placing the candle
Upon the wide window board...
She unpins her hair.
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Her bare white shoulders
Outshine the frail Moon's weak gaze;
Her coy disrobing.
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Him moving the screen!
Bamboo and silk will not mask
His greedy intent.
I have many questions for Him,
How will I know if I am good?
I know when I have been bad
And yet I am still granted soft wishes
Like laughs with lovers
And goosebumps from songs
The present remains
When I think I've been good,
So how will I know?
Perhaps begging the question is the answer itself
That is what I will pray for.
Disrobing the flesh of ancients
In a continuous hot pursuit
A growing embryo
Spreading into the ether
The ionized atmosphere
With contant cosmic outpouring
The last tenet
Of man's unbridled elite
Casting his instruments
Proding stardust for clues
Yet all analysis recedes
When a grand synthesis sweeps
A human life course
Forever resonating with the truth
Once verdant land, now dormant
Scouring winds disrobing trees.
Patterns on the woodland floor,
In tapestries of fallen leaves.
Squirrels readying for sleep
Gathering nuts, tending dreys
Little creatures line their nests
Anticipating winter days.
As autumn finally takes her leave
And winter dons the crown
The woods shall fall silent,
When snow lies on the ground.
The key to disrobing ego
so that divineness in us can grow
involves letting go of conceit
and allowing God’s light to glow.
As our fellow man we put first,
we’ll be letting go of our pride,
and by practicing self-denial,
we can lean to the righteous side.
It’s a matter of being humble,
being grateful and serving others.
Our love for God we can show
by loving our sisters and brothers.
There was no need of a sharp knife
in Calvaria.
Night was fighting with the moon.
From a concealed canvas
I could find, galloping,
black horses were gone.
A duplicate key does not work
now. The lock had been
replaced on the door.
Stairs were climbing on my
stale body. The snowy peaks
will not melt in sun.
Disrobing the blue skin,
under a blue sky for blue moon:
unstoppable laughter.
Satish Verma
A clever man strides into a cleverer room
Of those he believes to be below him
But what of those behind the other door
A barrier of intellect between them
With doctorates and knowledge so sure
That they are but the best
Let all believe without others' regard
That their presence glows beyond the rest
What is confidence without carelessness
Blind eyes to incompetence
The best today is tomorrow's worst
And next week's insignificance
A felled tear reflects the rainbow.
I wait for the night.
Moon had promised an audience.
Yes, I will sit beside the moon,
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining:
the heat, the dust, the life needles
and expressionless faces of trembling
angels. The heroes were disrobing and
attacking the pyramids of undoing.
I sweat and reel in chilly mornings.
A primitive instinct takes over the
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
in front of you I stand tall,
evergreen with virgin air,
confident without a care.
In prime of life and freshness,
in state of juvenescence.
I look at my reflection,
my body such perfection.
I'm a mirror in the hall,
tall as hung upon this wall,
show only what's true and fair
self-importance I don't share.
With this ego you possess
I don't see your youthfulness,
disrobing your pretension
reveals your true reflection.
Cold odd keys to lost cities glisten
as spikes of torment test the frigid
cold fish hands feeding ropes
into the winds biting kiss,
teeth gnashed against themselves.
Hanging on for life
Men in shirts of frozen plaid
disrobing for a touch of longing,
belonging to a certain tribe.
Whether they acknowledge it or not
they are each a star within the field.
A leaf, a blade, a patch of shade
within the black.
Each one forever fighting
to remain,
or to get back.
disrobing
for unveiling
layered space,
slow pace
of the current
within present,
cognised
but not sized,
beholding thus
all at once
in virgin astonishment
childlike wonderment
the entwining
then merging
into the mist
by ceasing to resist,
we thus
feel the pulse
of silence
in innocence,
moment to moment
rising bliss quotient
vivifies
electrifies
screen of awareness
of singular consciousness
undefined & unnamed
pure & unstained
08-November-2020
Come and meet me in chamber of death
where the tempest comes every night.
I start disrobing the anger
to find the eye of the moon.
Where do I get that ink that
writes an unwritten poem on water
of eyes when the ship was
burning after a rare landing.
Come and meet me in sleep of an infant.
It was time to start a dialogue
with golden death sitting on the
greed of man. The lips were extracting
the other honey from frozen moon.
Come and meet me in merciless sun.
Satish Verma