She found scant solace in the solstice
Holy Stockings! ~ Frozen feet now toeless
Categories:
toeless, december, humor, winter,
Form: Couplet
Runny Noses
We pressed our lips
Against the frozen frosted glass
You on one side and me on the other
Pulling them away we could feel the warm blood
Seeping down through the creases in our tongues
You put your purple iced hand on my neck
I shook breaths out of my coughing lungs
A snow ball in my squinting eye
Red now, reflecting the yellow sun
We rolled down sides of reservoirs
Landing on concrete roads, dodging cars
We ran home
Toeless numb, wet gloves
The fire melted the day away
We bathed in lukewarm water
And went to sleep.
Categories:
toeless, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Stone by stone you kill me.
Petal by petal I die –
holding a scalpel
to unwrite my name.
Violence
erupts among words.
A temple breaks.
O goddess ! don’t cry beyond silence.
The infant’s milk
spills in darkness.
Antiquity raises a wall
around the mother.
I am vanishing now,
freezing my assets.
Satish Verma
Categories:
toeless, art,
Form: ABC
The hawk was always hatching
a pacer,
to spin the surveillance,
tampering the tracks of violence.
The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes
went on to spread the dragnet
striking gold from the liquid
denials. The sovereignity was
violated of a virgin god.
The rule of drinking was sidelined.
Kiss will survive after the death opens
the back door of a globe.
Dreams are exhausted. There will
be no comeback of a star player
in the game of bloody manipulations.
Satish Verma
Categories:
toeless, art,
Form: ABC
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire.
A culture of lids
lowers the salt, the silver,
the gems.
Antithesis to cremate
a golden ascent.
The night long vigil had a
naked puff.
It will roll now in stasis.
The ash will take over the tongue
for a big lie. Faith healers stand
in a row. The empty hands
were getting a burial.
The toeless path will ride the
wheels now. Beyond the blue sky
there is no death.
Satish Verma
Categories:
toeless, art,
Form: ABC
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire.
A culture of lids
lowers the salt, the silver,
the gems.
Antithesis to cremate
a golden ascent.
The night long vigil had a
naked puff.
It will roll now in stasis.
The ash will take over the tongue
for a big lie. Faith healers stand
in a row. The empty hands
were getting a burial.
The toeless path will ride the
wheels now. Beyond the blue sky
there is no death.
Satish Verma
Categories:
toeless, art,
Form: ABC
Pieces of day falling like
severed limbs of time.
Acoustic shadows
drinking the pain.
Exodus has started
of thoughts to find an
enabler, for misting voices
of indecisiveness.
Obscene contour abrupts
the ink. Now there is blank
depression, behind the globes.
Cubes have become toeless.
The night has locked itself in,
when suddenly grief becomes the sun.
The celestial makeup was melting.
We are becoming naked, like pupils.
Satish Verma
Categories:
toeless, art,
Form: ABC