Were you been told about love?
That of kindness and purity?
Or were you a world learner,
Suppressing desires just loving away?
With the errant thought of love,
Giving and freeing feelings,
To erroneous beings of fire;
Love has never found form nor source.
And frequently soul grasps the habit,
Of whispering to the heart what’s love isn’t,
But the mind-body spectrum barely knows;
Confusing each feeling by falling in love.
Categories:
unlearning, absence, confusion, dark, deep,
Form: Epic
All of us have got a lot of unlearning to do,
and if this is not accomplished, as a specie we are through.
Categories:
unlearning, education, environment,
Form: Couplet
I never learnt the right way to love,
As if there were a formula ensuring success.
So now I’m playing it by ear,
Picking things up as I go.
Without the Sun, should it forget to rise tomorrow,
I will learn to live in the shade.
And if the Earth grows tired of turning,
I’ll learn to lead a still life.
If each star, dying, failed to shine,
I could un-learn my constellations and cast away my telescope.
But without you, what is worth learning?
Who would teach me?
For better, worse, forever, a part of you is all of me,
And all I see in an uncertain, unstructured future,
Is you. Being my structure, strength, and certainly mine.
Categories:
unlearning, love,
Form: Free verse
Learning is a process in which lies
The power of knowledge but I like to unlearn
The art of telling lies and inventing them
I do not like to be in an ego trip as it is the biggest lie
And merely an idea of feeling good
In truth you need not to believe
In other words truth needs not any follower
The smile of the moon
The love of the sun
The existence of them is
Independent of any body’s belief
A lie draws people close more
But vehemently repels truth
Though there is no power in a lie
But the way you tell it
When the way becomes an art
And a liar emerges as powerful as an artist
People bow to his power
And like a tragic hero aptly listen the saga,
The story of a rising liar who glitters like a star
Truth is complete enough by itself
It needs not a listener
Quite often a learner is offended
But truth catches up those who unlearn
The art of telling lies or inventing them.
Categories:
unlearning, truth,
Form: Free verse
One day,
I will walk out of my wounds
to stand before the scriptures
and kneel before the fire.
Why,
did I wait for the sun to rise
in fractured stasis of dark moon ?
My smiling mate ?
The rapturous beating of chest
by unclenched buds of shame,
after you slept with flame,
embroiled.
Licking the underexposed
gems of sins.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unlearning, art,
Form: ABC
Everybody was in hurry to unpack
the sins and reshuffle the names
of burns, by taking a holy dip
in mauve lake. I wanted to defang them.
Acid attack had the inversion effect
on the expressions.
It was an obscene vision
unrolling the infant
for bleeding an opponent. The procession
moved on. Details never came out.
Only the flaming bodies, loud thuds
and the screaming virgins.
This was unlucky for the hutments,
fragile poles crumbled down, unspeakable
emptiness on the faces. Something has
to be unlearnt. Too much pain of
the knowledge. Ectopic pregnancy?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unlearning, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC