TILL THIS DAY

Spare me a moment.
Can you anticipate the innocence
of tomorrow?

Someone wants to bare
her breast to protest
against the concept of black and white.

Tell me where the black ends
and white starts? The glass and
daffodils always go together.

The fake colors. I look at the
sky and start a monologue
with a yellow moon.

The smoke spoils the shore.
River engulfs the boat
and a definition drowns.

Satish Verma

WAR AND FEATHERS

Between eyes and tears
you swim back to me on flames.
The little candles are going to take revenge.

Do not mean any insult to moon.
My stars were trembling
to reach the vanishing whole.

The cabbage blooms with
violets. Do you mind if I pick
up the pomegranates?

There was a curse against
the temple. The god was thrown
in the lake when tornado came.

Take out the thorn from
your foot. You have reached
the graveyard of unknowns.

Satish Verma

LAST WORDS

Like an asterisk
I adjure you to fly like an
eagle, on the wings of light.
The poems are ready to become
jealous;

an attempted murder
went awry, subscribing to water.
I swallow the hemlock without
any effort. Intoxicated, I move in a jungle
of knives -

where the tenderness is at stake.
You tremble with closed eyes. The
mutation had failed. Among the
shoulders the night sits and calls
it a day.

Satish Verma

When The Flesh Ripens

Mission aborted.
Imprisoned,
I do not touch anything
I do not mention your name.
The chance was to quit the microcosm
of your powered bones.
Wanting the street to run
to end the standing against screams.

It jumps like a toad,
the truth. I catch it.
Wets my hand. The failure of the gossip
to turn me on.I was not willing
to become a scapegoat. In dialogues
must we play the words
without sleep? The moon stalks,
me on my way to nowhere.

Satish Verma

THE TARGET

In a love triangle,
I move out of the center
to find a boat.

Locked in a sperm
a messanger becomes a brute.
Who will draw the circle

on the mercy petition?
This was a curse on the bed
which will not go to sleep for a whore.

The stings. Everytime you
open the mouth, you spurt
out the barbs, I walk into fire.

The kill. It was a perfect
landing. Wounds will never
heal. The beach remains dry.

Satish Verma

Sinking

Your becoming, cuts the moon
in half. I come
blind to hold the
knife.

The aroma of the bush
prepares the golden cups
for drinking milk from the
rage.

His wings were glued, the bird
will not be able to fly
in the night of despair and
song.

Immerse yourself in the assault
and the kiss of blizzard. The
snow is strong, wind is very
low.

Satish Verma

Leapfrog

A frog leaps between your eyes.
The fear was intense-
and pain was possessive.

In besieged apples, there
was no forensic probe. Carnality
takes the back seat.

One dropp of honeydew destroys
the contours of hills. Moon
will wear the unseen costume.

The purple sand now sends
the topless marines to fight
with tender stings.

I am here, with an azure sky
to unfold the secret of dark flames.
O rose, send the bouquet.

Satish Verma