Short Mildewed Poems

CLARITY 

 

Under trees in a morning  garden

Sky  like polished crystal

Hidden  sun piercing the air:

Clarity  -   sinless.

Inside a glass block I feel   -

No wind,  only  carpet 

Of mildewed curled  old  leaves,

Unmoved  -   like Eden’s  dawn :

Dewy grass   -  newy  morn,

Wetness  ,   sunless....

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In the orbit, fear was invisible;
was not seeking anything, just wanted
to become a stone;

break my body into seven rocks,
each one becoming a rhyme
never to die;

said, I am, now, is, not mildewed
past, not grizzly future.
Every moment myself.

Tree, river, cloud and mount 
become aboriginal alphabets.
Sun walks alone.

Behind the death, another miracle
seals the lips of a dumb;
Only eyes will speak now.

SATISH VERMA...

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He don't live down your way.
He dwells in another day
he will never let you into.

His face is white
but not bright - yellow age
has mildewed his smile.

The house on the hill
is not his,
but he won't let you visit.
Jailhouse rock
will keep you dancing
behind be-wilderness bars.

He forgets to like you,
he thinks you're cotton
to be picked.

Children run from his knees',

kids know that the cotton man
has a secret plan
and it don't include us....

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bolts of lightning sprinting past.
cut them off -
they are only a nuisance.

one by one, all that was gained
falls defeated to the beckoning floor -
they are swallowed and
digested into the handiwork of man.

the photographs recall what was
once your face. it is now
tattered like a worn book that was
loved, now thrown into
the bottom of a mildewed box -
forgotten.

you have reason to worry this time -
your stench lingers in every molecule you touch.
undying, immortal....

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