Confessional Hurt by Satish Verma
Holding the ladder I was hungry looking at the waiting dawn. Raw landscape: narcissism forages the belly. Picking up the figs from passion flowers. Is that right? Can you sow the seeds on a cloud? Unclothed words? Stealthily a guerilla smashes a summary of centre. A falconer releases a prey to feed an anarchy. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Commerce by Satish Verma
The snarled monogamy needs a firework. A solitary moon walks on a lake nonchalantly. The marriage between the planet and moon was falling apart. In amphora lies the secret of a jeweled crown. Cynical berries were searching a quartz to find the truth of the bush where the colors were mixed. There is no further news of half-crazy stars who became pretty girls to start trading their […]
Collecting Milkweed by Satish Verma
I will not understand the gift of hurting in unsolicited encounters. Will chase you around the world, without arriving. O fear, my bread; cannot feel you, unbirthing. Life gives me many stitches. A parallel face mocks in the sky, unless the moon cries for the kiss. Wooden wheels move on the laid body. Your venomous tooth I break. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
BRAMBLE GATES by Satish Verma
Hauled up the breast suture. You were following the milk route, epitomizing the fall. From the golden clouds. Wanting to swim in blue veins, you were drowned. The fire has spurted the blood. A carbon copy of exit strategy in your hands, you unreel the chains of libido in failed state of limbs. The cartel […]
Botanically by Satish Verma
It was a slant love. Back to back, lips to lips. Lethal and dark strong yet delicate like spider’s web. A dark side of the moon sending conflicting signals to bacilli- of dirty lane, pink and blue. My pug licks the toes. The pugmark on green body. I am now flowering. Hydrangeas. • The primrose half-asleep Calendula was burning in veins. Unisex. The clenched fist of a desire. […]
Body Script by Satish Verma
Does it stir you, a body bag? Journey of million years stops here, decoding the numbers. A humming bird inflight catches a dilemma before the sun sets on the whirring wings. The moon will never be the same. Hanging by a thread a suicide bomber memorializes the unhealing land. Who will cry when he is gone? Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Blue Mountains by Satish Verma
The lesson of sudden fall and forgotten kiss. Everytime I was afraid of me unforgiving the gorge of blue mountains. When I usher you in sun you flare up in color violet-green I stay in ebony’s arms – with eye spaces and everything turns water, water of a lake. I will not remember the shooting stars when you are beside me. Drifting curves had left […]
Blistering Attack by Satish Verma
A peacock becomes non-violent keeping the warheads in his tail. In bird hour who wants to blink? The chicken runs amok. Lying motionless was painful for being slaughtered. Subversion was more acceptable- than falling in love. The bare chest shows a gored scar. They have started a dance to entice a herd of pachyderms. Bleeding? No. They have cobbled an army of bedbugs to start a […]
Blemishes by Satish Verma
Without assent I open your book to find your crazy god on mat. Love was a blind bird in a state of agony. Learning to fly. Moon would not reply through aslant door. Something was between us. Here, now a sordid tale breaks the taboo. They were investing on skin. It was a cheap wine in a golden chalice, for a lipless mouth. Satish Verma […]
Battle For Madness by Satish Verma
I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics sending shots to the sky. From the grief of paradoxes Can you run away? One moment you exhibit the caked blood. Next moment it is dark. • […]
Bare Tongue by Satish Verma
It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write a new fable, about a life size robot, who will speak for millions and put […]
Backtracking by Satish Verma
Leave something for me to imagine. A skeleton in a pond leaps to the moon. In an air bubble lies the history of a suspended name, wasted away on water. A war is declared on the family of words, not spoken to anguish of man. I thought of my sun averting a disaster. The sprouts will not come out of the earth. An […]
AWAY FROM HOME by Satish Verma
A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The naked feet will roam on grass, when shoes will ask; what is the miracle? It happens once a while. Reified the colors into pink thighs – for every […]
Astigmatism by Satish Verma
Decoding the self-portrait in false exposure from me to light. The wounds hide the smell of alienation. The infinite was never created, as biological father. Crestfallen wallflowers went to protest. If you could find a god on the road. you must ask for the reason of astigmatic vision. There was an uncanny feeling; somebody was watching you. Afraid not to see; time was making […]
Armless Enemies by Satish Verma
In your domain walking with men of straw to immolate myself. If power was sacred why you did not stop the reversing of gender role? Oh, there was water on Mars streaking like the tears on your face. The apes were coming. There was elation and suspicion. The vortex of existence needs surgery. Unlikeness calls for introspection. I am asking god to pray for me. […]
Animation by Satish Verma
The animal thing inside: My half-brother, was unsettling me. Over the sunset I watch the drawing procession carrying the dead body of a tiger. The light is fading. The stripes were becoming a myth. The guest was ready to depart. I am holding the molten lava in an urn. In the black sky a satellite burns to undo the grief. There is no […]
Ancient Sins by Satish Verma
Drunk with pride the streets are bursting in self-indulgence. Who was calling the shots? Do you know the words between intermissions, carry a secret- till the brazen scoop finds the hidden meaning. It was grave very grave truice, unmaking love between the estranged lovers- when clouds were seducing the moon. You don’t belong to this crowd of renegades. Ants will take away the divorced dreams. • Fissile […]
Anarchy by Satish Verma
Wind prowled. You had a hornet’s sting buried half in your hand. Anaphylactic shock. Translates into night of terror. You hesitate to smile. Midnight blues. You cannot count the stars. Pesky. Stories spread about moon’s pink thighs. An ode to the death’s kiss. You were sleeping in the sole embrace of pain. The denizen breaks […]
An Art by Satish Verma
A calling from zietgeist; when a flute versus beast starts a power play. My world becomes wet. Amorous, when I watch a moth in your fist. A split moon peels off the cuticle, for a mega show of the cone, shedding cruciform sword. The white tiger leaps with precision, spilling the milk container. It was moonlight. The baked smile now gathers the teeth for […]
Afterimages by Satish Verma
A whisperer with its begging bowl wants a moon in alms. A candle burns in panic. The serpent was sitting in a prayer. The golden teeth will find the apples leafless, pleading for a fall. Stoking the fire, you step on a ghost. It was a fake, I scream. Do not tamper the ruins of the tower. They are going […]
A Saint Between Us by Satish Verma
He was no longer angry writing his own epitaph. Fighting a singular brute without repeating himself. Midnight. Untouchable moon drops the ear-ring. A mottled face worships a ladder expressionlessly. A monk walks past an oversexed monkey. A hidden agenda in end, shows a dirty hand. You know, I do not want to tame an exploding – navel. Transfixed I throw the bottle in a sea. One more […]
A River Flows Underground by Satish Verma
That was unscarred night. The full moon was rising. A contagium had spurred it to go high. A brazen assault bleeds the painter’s eyes. He sees only red in the pubescent rage. She walks out of the stain, turning into ash, urchin’s brightest moon. Standing on the crossroads who was burning clouds? Rains will never come again. Phylogeny flattens the guns. We were hiding […]
A Killing by Satish Verma
Buried at sea the dead man lives, as if a blood in a reliquary. Remains of a day were very volatile.The backlash will start with a kiss of moon. By the lack of a sin you meet an ambush lying in wait. The severed hand will hold the sunrise. Who will write the epitaph? A […]
A DARK HOUSE by Satish Verma
The accretion of a perfect squall when claws were out- scavenging novelties. A lewd paranoia slains a farewell in a trench. The chamber has vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell. The combs did not straighten the puff. The old man was very lonely. I would stop hunting the stings of a bare-chested moon. I recuse myself from judging […]
A Civil War by Satish Verma
These were the children of wrath, the fire god. What I am watching was a subtle suicide pact taking on the style of a civil war among sparrows. The transmission was offering a dark vision of future. The skies were not answering the prayers. The old lover wants to come back in small land to forbid the division of hearts. No resonance comes […]
A Big Idea? by Satish Verma
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find the- burning home. What were those intimate- words of unthinkable dirty secrets? Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Twice Shy by Seamus Heaney
Twice Shy by Seamus Heaney Her scarf a la Bardot, In suede flats for the walk, She came with me one evening For air and friendly talk. We crossed the quiet river, Took the embankment walk. Traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm: Dusk hung like a backcloth That shook where a swan swam, […]
The Tollund Man by Seamus Heaney
The Tollund Man by Seamus Heaney I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His pointed skin cap. In the flat country near by Where they dug him out, His last gruel of winter seeds Caked in his stomach, Naked except for The cap, […]
The Perch by Seamus Heaney
The Perch by Seamus Heaney Perch on their water perch hung in the clear Bann River Near the clay bank in alder dapple and waver, Perch they called ‘grunts’, little flood-slubs, runty and ready, I saw and I see in the river’s glorified body That is passable through, but they’re bluntly holding the pass, Under […]
The Otter by Seamus Heaney
The Otter by Seamus Heaney When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your wet head and smashing crawl, Your fine swimmer’s back and shoulders Surfacing and surfacing again This year and every year since. I sat dry-throated on the warm stones. You were […]
The Harvest Bow by Seamus Heaney
The Harvest Bow by Seamus Heaney As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But brightens as it tightens twist by twist Into a knowable corona, A throwaway love-knot of straw. Hands that aged round ashplants and cane sticks And lapped the spurs on […]
The Grauballe Man by Seamus Heaney
The Grauballe Man by Seamus Heaney As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the black river of himself. The grain of his wrists is like bog oak, the ball of his heel like a basalt egg. His instep has shrunk cold as a […]
The Early Purges by Seamus Heaney
The Early Purges by Seamus Heaney I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, ‘the scraggy wee shits’, Into a bucket; a frail metal sound, Soft paws scraping like mad. But their tiny din Was soon soused. They were slung on the snout Of the pump and the water pumped […]
Testimony by Seamus Heaney
Testimony by Seamus Heaney ‘We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the main road They would have heard the screaming, Then heard it stop and had a view of us In our gloves and aprons coming down the hill. Two lines of them, […]
Strange Fruit by Seamus Heaney
Strange Fruit by Seamus Heaney Here is the girl’s head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair And made an exhibition of its coil, Let the air at her leathery beauty. Pash of tallow, perishable treasure: Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod, […]
Song by Seamus Heaney
Song by Seamus Heaney A rowan like a lipsticked girl. Between the by-road and the main road Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance Stand off among the rushes. There are the mud-flowers of dialect And the immortelles of perfect pitch And that moment when the bird sings very close To the music of […]
Rite of Spring by Seamus Heaney
Rite of Spring by Seamus Heaney So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its throat, ice founding itself Upon iron. The handle Paralysed at an angle. Then the twisting of wheat straw into ropes, lapping them tight Round stem and snout, then a […]
Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney
Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley… No kitchens on the run, no striking camp… We moved quick and sudden in our own country. The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people hardly marching… on the hike… We found new tactics happening each day: We’d […]
Postscript by Seamus Heaney
Postscript by Seamus Heaney And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface […]
Personal Helicon by Seamus Heaney
Personal Helicon by Seamus Heaney As a child, they could not keep me from wells And old pumps with buckets and windlasses. I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss. One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top. I savoured the rich crash when a bucket […]