India’s caste still decides our dignity—
Not just apathy, but our lived condition,
We react the moment we perceive another’s identity.
The rage of symbols distracts us;
Language flares—
Wounding the non-native.
Our sphere dreams of “Viksit Bharat”,
But it doesn’t rhyme with reality—
We still breathe in the same old Bharat,
With the same claims, yet to combat (discrimination).
As we undergo vicissitudes, knowledge of boundless skies—
Which uplifts us every single time
Like bilingual voices flowing into a multilingual style,
Soaking every vein of mine.
So—educate! Agitate! Liberate!
For in the human rage of this world,
We are sunken in discrimination, differentiation, and segregation;
At every stage.
Come—let us do good, be good,
And stand as one among others.
A trial court judge
who’s authorized to decide
is locked in prison.
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
Losing ego is unbecoming me
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
Naive and lost, I washed up onshore
Sowing seeds of wisdom across the sea
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
One wanders inner thinking to explore
As a youth, I thought I knew how to be
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
So sure we're each the same at the core
Simple insights challenge philosophy
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
Clarity of thought will always endure
Outside my bubble, I can clearly see
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
Facing the truth becomes the toughest chore
Turning to awareness shall set me free
Couldn't have cared less, now I couldn't care more
Setting small sparks in human hearts to soar
11/14/2020
She unrolled her thick dark mane
silver streaks highlighted it
the wind tossed it in disarray
while she beat her chest in aghast
the sound of which could be heard far and wide
the tears came down relentlessly
creating rivers that had no shores
she took all of her possessions
which she had sowed and left debris in her wake
This was an awakening not to be taken lightly
for she knew the switch lay at her finger tips
Her heart was being ripped out
but no one could take her soul.
Jinping and Putin made a pact
To teach Donald Trump how to act
But first things first
His cloud must burst
So Trump can tell fiction from fact!
long scarf of a night
clasping the bracelet of a moon,
what emptiness is this when i have you not near?
the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars
unbinds me,
when once i could tumble upon your
nape so bronze
as if there to fly
swept by every lingering breath
borrowing some endless moaning of time:
a stewing chorus of sacred yet raw vignettes
coming together then parting...
farewell, a few more steps closer
and i shall disown my soul and bones under
the cloud's dark awning
to silently memorize your fading eyes
entombed in the burial of an unbecoming night.
.............
Contest Form-E of Broken Wings
Originally written: 1/23/2014
Reposted: 1/24/2017
A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now ? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust ?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall of extremes
was overlapping the sunset of empire.
I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire
raging in petunias. The emotions are becoming
volatile after the rape of a child. Is there any
medicine for rape ? Nowhere on earth, the violence
stops moving shirtless. The dead century hangs
from the eyelashes, traces the dried up tears.
Some people think, bricks are weightier than
truth. They burn the buses under a weeping
willow. A high caste god will not glaze beyond
the frozen lake of crutches. Belongings on a
striped road vanish in books. A hate gift
drops on tulips.
SATISH VERMA
A person one knows, likes, or trusts, Webster calls a friend
However, that is not always the case in the end
Each of those traits is in the eye of the beholder, you see
Over time, many times, people become less and less trustworthy
Depleting what's left of our integrity
Leaving us empty
Lonely
Affection arising from good will and mutual esteem
Is what Webster calls the connection between you and me
A ship that sails so steadily with experience and ability
But the reality of the situation, in all actuality
Is hidden so that no one else can see
The lack of honesty that leaves nothing to believe
Taking something important far away from me
So what could Webster call what we've become, you and me
There's no confidence, no principal, or dependability
Moving, turning, changing our minds constantly
Switching positions on the battlefield, you versus me
I think I have the answer in me
The sad truth is, you see
That you and I have simply become enemies
A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now ? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust ?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall of extremes
was overlapping the sunset of empire.
I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire
raging in petunias. The emotions are becoming
volatile after the rape of a child. Is there any
medicine for rape ? Nowhere on earth, the violence
stops moving shirtless. The dead century hangs
from the eyelashes, traces the dried up tears.
Some people think, bricks are weightier than
truth. They burn the buses under a weeping
willow. A high caste god will not glaze beyond
the frozen lake of crutches. Belongings on a
striped road vanish in books. A hate gift
drops on tulips.
SATISH VERMA
Why the silence, why the chill
Why the gritty gap between
Have these words cut I would have pleaded
But no such instance of hearts acquainted
Nor bitter intermittent of sweet nothing smiles
The door swings open with unbecoming goodbye
Bisporadic spheres my familiar world passes by
And still I wonder
Why the cold, why the silence
If that is it
If that is how things are made (or manifested) to be
Perfectly - then so be it
I’ll move on
No worries, no loss
Just another prophesised tragedy
We’ll walk our different paths
Estranged it may be, but that is the cost
Pricked; you bleed...
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