Short Unrolling Poems

Unmoving, sweltering, its evening falls,
Unrolling slowly a knotty unbleached cotton pall,
Turns unceremoniously and exits - 
      the day ending eight years,
Eliott's[1] sends a breeze, a silent scene ends call.


[1] Eliott’'s beach...

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On New Year's eve the snow whirled down
  covering blooms and greenery all over town

Came morning's light, I sensed my dread
  of taking the shovel out of the shed

Yet unrolling the blinds, magic was glistening
  sparkling crystal snowflakes signaling

Me to leap and dance among soft flakes
  in downy white on frozen lakes...

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As though shadow had every though shadow
It had every right-it did-to darken every right -and it did--
The common noon, there was lowered mundane grays
(Lilacs, mauves, moss greens like trees!) of cotton unrolling
To quilts unrolling, unrolling to quilts of shade. Choking
Back one last spoke of one
Last spoke of ashen (pale as silence) sun,
Such an albatross of clouds troubled a sky that bore the burden
Of an albatross of clouds (those greens!)...

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It returns to haunt, 
the dilemma, of disowning 
the old version of truth;
when I was searching the parallelism
for the sake of otherness.

The unreturning melancholia, 
brings the surreal intruder, 
I did not want to entertain.

The insane activity of heart 
wants a sin uncommitted.

The flirt eyes like a tulip 
between your fingers, 
unrolling the tender petals.

Night throws the salt on the moon.

There were no tears.


Satish Verma...

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