I Do Not Die

by Satish Verma   Apr 30, 2015


Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid,
release imagos. Eyes are blank.

You unravel the last of roses.
Surface tension wavers. An imbecile
sky pours the eyes, nose and ears.

Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection.
I am persona non grata
in my own home. The moon does not cry.

Mystical lights. Headstones not legible.
Lockjaw. Waiting for morning-glory.
Stars are blinking.

Still I am stupid, courting my failures.
Cushion of thorns, I am weary of heavens.
Me, this earth, I do not die.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Guilty By Design

    “Courting my failures” - favorite line.

  • 8 years ago

    by GB

    Congratulations.

    I have stated my opinion regarding your poetry before, it's fascinating how you use nature as a main character to present your different thoughts. You play with the words and employ the metaphor very well. So much deserving and glad to see this on the front page.

  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    This poem is filled with deep metaphors and sentiments and I had to re and re-read it to get to its depth. This can go in any direction but it all leads to the fact that no matter what is happening around this thing/person/earth, it stays unattached and un-involved not wanting to know anything..

    Congrats on the win!

    • 8 years ago

      by Satish Verma

      Thank you Meena.I have always liked your comments.You enter the arena to understand the hidden truths.

  • 8 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Dark, haunting, frustrated. The themes and character of this poem are subtlety built and only portrayed by innuendo ("An imbecile / sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. / ... I am persona non grata / in my own home. The moon does not cry.") You are there corporally yet you had to open a lid to emerge as a metamorphized insect-like being; your vampiric nature does not allow you to die yet you are "stupid, courting [your] failures."
    The poem has multiple layers, one being the apparent depiction of the monster, but another being that of an estranged father-husband, no longer involved in the lives or loves of his family, avoided and treated as dead to those who once made up his world. He cannot leave, but there is nothing there for him to stay. (Contest comment).

    • 8 years ago

      by Satish Verma

      You are absolutely right in capturing the agony and angst.Your comments mirror the conflicts of a man in search of answers.