satish verma has not received any gifts yet
When saline drowns the lips,
my words tremble.
Almost I stumble upon
the fish house spilling the vertebrates.
I had given them, the name
to the swirling limbless thoughts.
One by one they come on the edge
and blow the ashes, towards me.
You always dream of a procession
of dead bodies under the…
Weep every don.
All the translations were fake.
The yellow peaks do not burn the
sky, now at sunrise.
I am forgetting myself―
in the gathering of my foes.
The pilgrim's path is now dirty.
You cannot transcend the―
dead remains of ancestry. In
the hutment, that was the end of…
I was not afraid of the clock, ticking,
dividing your attention. A guarded
withdrawl of the statement, had
brought a comic relief to the distraught
Caving on guns, the
mustard cloud could wipe out
the entire generation.
The tender bodies
wrapped up in white cloaks,
ready to be sent…
Unshackled, the pallor moon
was lying still, in a white―
shroud of clouds, only face
I have come afar,
from the whispering dark,
to annul my existence.
Your hands tremble,
carrying your name. The
magic of unsaid―