30 June, 2013


The sellout of an identity
was complete.
You were standing on your

Scarce was the remorse
in your eyes,
after killing your

Bipedal activity has been
And you were crawling
on all fours.

You are glorifying the
forgetting the brides of

Can you walk upright,
stay clean
and stop eating the dialogues?

Satish Verma

29 June, 2013

Jungle Jungle

For ethnicity
draped in gasoline
you burn the sky.

Who was fighting a
jungle abandoning
every thought?

Step aside,
mirror, Oh mirror,
I am going up in heap of flames.

This self-annihilation.
Will it take you to
promised heaven of deaf gods?

The dust, the heat, the soot.
They are going to blacken your
entrals. How will you come out in moon?

Satish Verma

28 June, 2013


When light will not
enter the cove,
water breaks in.

He jumped to death
with his book in his hands.
The silence starts speaking.

What was this brand
of homegrown belief?
Truth has been punished.

How big was the murder?
Realization comes very late.
The path to violence-

was through god. The
somatic victory gets
a gruesome reward.

Satish Verma

27 June, 2013


You had set your sights
on the pond, accepting defeat:
wanted to know the depth of water,
fracturing sky.

The mangroves porous roots
jutting out of muddy water
exploring the memory
of reclining tree.

Always remained sick
of politics- the massive
hunt of fake solutions.

The return of theboat with
tiger. Are you ready to
take a plunge in nakedness?

Behind the curtain was
sitting the invisible wheel
which will find the vulnerability
of a lonely path.

Satish Verma

26 June, 2013


The war game begins.
You hide the sex behind
the hedge. The power

has gone for sale. Bury
your face in colloquies
for an internal search.

A native pain invades the
mannequins. The fine dust
of lies covers the nudity.

Do you need a war stimulant
to dehumanize the killer? He
dragged the kid by hair and

shot point-blank. The saliva
uncoils. You start spitting
everywhere and on the face of god.

Satish Verma

25 June, 2013


In the dim corridors
of a dirty game,
when the crime was rising
you were pursuing the self-ism
at the end of the smoke.

Was it not a wailing song
of a dahlia, blooming in sun;
when the life demanded
only a seed, an old coin
and an empty frame?

The fake encounters and torn
shirts of a bleeding tribe
will ask many unpleasant
questions from the forest.
Why the bees had stopped collecting honey?

Satish Verma

24 June, 2013


An alien feeling 
of weird dreams
whirling in eddies
of thoughts.

I snapped at moon,
bursting on to pow wow
at phallic rocks.

The God was kind enough
blessed the knife
which fell in lake
without noise.

Satish Verma

23 June, 2013


Leave me alone
amidst the daisies.
I have come to talk
to a quivering dandelion.

I must see. I must
count the teeth of the tiger
who had stopped killing
the bucks, but-

there was death in the grass.

Cannot believe in
shadows moving behind the
moon. The space was
shrinking, and tongues were
very sharp, but -

there was death in the grass.

Satish Verma

22 June, 2013

Dirt Roads

It was a mediocre crowd.
You wanted to touch-
ordinary thing.

After he was drunk
he threw the blanket
and started,
a hate crime.

There was dark smoke
without fire. You can draw
a frame around the singed face.
I will not taste the blood.

The death will come again
to find the lover, after he
jumped from the bridge. There
were thousand ways to seek revenge.

Satish Verma 

20 June, 2013


A frosty look when
moon floats in a cup.
I was uneasy.

Rose was rose.
Thorns want to tear it up.
Blood was mine.

After moon it
will be dark. I walk back
to find a candle.

Satish Verma

19 June, 2013


On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect
the frozen tears.

Will you stand up
for a final good bye
kissing the eyes?

A dewdropp was -
the strength of silver, drinking
the fluorescent sky.

Satish Verma

18 June, 2013


Standing under a
bottlebrush I write a
poem for you.

Something going
to happen. I feel that
future will turn.

Crashing against
a tunnel wall, injures
me collaterally.

Satish Verma

17 June, 2013


the flesh, now you ask for
nomadic soul.

When ignited, a-
spark follows a dark moon
for a final kiss.

In ecstasy I smash
a door for a door
for the elightment.

Satish Verma

16 June, 2013


This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had
gone to you.

Each moment was-
a white death lying in
state on the dirt.

Send some tender
shoots of a poem to
bloom on my anger.

Satish Verma

15 June, 2013


You come home,
to a genocide of sperms.
A storm was brewing
to implode;
cloning a wooly origami.

What was the philosophy
of living indefinitely?
Silence was the biggest
noise of spoons.

You were not entitled
to inherit the state,
kissing the trophy of a
beggared man.

Detachment with
upholstery might work.
Take a candle and
read the name on the
black wall.

Satish Verma

14 June, 2013


Meaningless run.
There is no meaning
in your name.

Where are you
heading in the rains; -
to find the snakes?

I believe
in myself. Will you burn the
books one day?

Satish Verma

13 June, 2013


Listen to beats:
of heart, for massacre

In man there was
a mountain. You
climb and trip daily.

You faithful
to yourself only. I am
alien to me.

Satish Verma

12 June, 2013


The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also
the acidic lips.

Cannot speak the -
language of eyes.
A city of tears.

Sun plays with shadows.
I keep walking towards
the green river.

Satish Verma

11 June, 2013

Tasting Blood

Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold
blood. Death stalks.

In broad daylight
I watch the green blood
of white bread.

The soul will not
listen the song of life.
Hope, do not go!

Satish Verma

10 June, 2013


Going nowhere.
Stuck in middle of road.
Bruised castle.

A paradise,
thinking about windows.
Air palace.

Lips to lips in grass,
moon to moon. Roses
jumping on lake.

Satish Verma

09 June, 2013

Moving Shadows

Nothing to do and
nothing to kill. Clouds will
send the pink rains.

An excuse to
blow out all the candles
and burning the limbs.

Blue to blue
was the order of dark night
for encounters.

Satish Verma

08 June, 2013


Lift the rock once
again with cool thumb,
hot tangerines.

The ransom was high
and ego levitates-
in drenched moon.

Because you
wanted the replica of
sun within the cult.

Satish Verma

07 June, 2013

The Dilemma

In cohabiting
a self-denial said:
take me home.

Give me ink and
cry. I am going to write
without paper.

A hungry tiger will
die off the cage. Why did
you toss the key?

Satish Verma

06 June, 2013


O, how it was that
in freezing embrace:
a butterfly touch!

Then comes a fall
from your almond eyes.
Cascading tears.

A silken knife
peels of the edge, of -
question mark.

Satish Verma

04 June, 2013


Full of venom the -
sting will break on my breast.
O, a watermark?

The paper was thin.
Could read your words
across the face.

The body quivers
under veil, for a kiss
of yellow moon.

Satish Verma

03 June, 2013


I was becoming older every day.
Uncollecting was my mantra.
I set my guards down,
lake was ready to swallow me.

Snubbing out the frills,
never before I had become naked
in the sun. Every bone was
hungry, every blood raged.

To tell the truth was a great
achievement in the blue forest
of lies. Birds flew, I killed none.

Wisdom was not my partner, I
lived with simple sentences,
ever grateful to nave errors.

Satish Verma

01 June, 2013


In the middle of a sentence
I become silent,
dig a grave
and bury all the smiles.

But you cannot say I have
not understood the wrinkles on
your face and ignored the
lighthouse which went for a sale.

The ocean will not spill the
secret of a sunken ship.
The volition was there, the captain
was there, but magnet was lost.

Toothache persists. Solar storms
were rising. A sunspot in black
center refuses to blast the mass
ejected by bowing.

Satish Verma