For a moment I disguised myself.
A chameleon blinked.
"You don't have to do that" she said.
I had already hid my reply,
under a galactic rock.
Her focused sunlight licked my eyesight
like a lizard's tongue.
I had to lie,
for the truth had already fled
on leather wings.
Somewhere a homeless hermit crab,
began to gyrate like Elvis Presley.
My charade fan danced,
unpeeling erratically.
"You don't have to do that." She repeated.
Quickly I side-stepped into her,
stealing thunder
from her open mouth.
Later we made-up a kiss,
and planted it,
in a less cloudy sky.
Categories:
unpeeling, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Oppressive bells that tolls beyond descript
Oppressive walls with eyes that weary not;
Beyond my measure, Shame that runs adrift
That need not be existing—like the dot,
Nor this behooveth not, expanding skies
Alive, unmoving trinity, aloof—
Aground and mired again, in age, the cries
That swing sideways, a pendulum's shamed proof!
In mourning's cauldron, flow within its reach
And sideways swinging, heavy brass adored.
So heavy tolling--snapping rope—a breach,
Set loose beyond descript, which was long scored;
Unpeeling grey and gold, in pieces fell,
All crumbled—Gone—the vacance, free to sell.
Categories:
unpeeling, farewell, fear, freedom,
Form: Sonnet
The death of nearness:
it shuts the invite
I will ask moon for a targeted kill.
Move on, untouchable,
your tainted image
was unspectacularly terrible.
The contagious trachoma
has caught the impeccable face.
Do not tremble, I am burning in a glass,
a sisyphean ordeal of my choosing:
unpolluted, unthinkable,
in the body pain, flows like lava.
An eternal shredding of pigments
Unpeeling the smell of hate.
Can we go to our naked childhood ?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unpeeling, art
Form: I do not know?
The death of nearness:
it shuts the invite
I will ask moon for a targeted kill.
Move on, untouchable,
your tainted image
was unspectacularly terrible.
The contagious trachoma
has caught the impeccable face.
Do not tremble, I am burning in a glass,
a sisyphean ordeal of my choosing:
unpolluted, unthinkable,
in the body pain, flows like lava.
An eternal shredding of pigments
Unpeeling the smell of hate.
Can we go to our naked childhood ?
Categories:
unpeeling, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?