28 February, 2014


Between the sun and moon
you come to transcend
the frescoes on the sky
for a lost chance.

It fuels the anxiety.
When do I meet you
in dark to explore the
lightning rod.

The inside enemy will
allude to self-immolation.
Where will end the
agony of man?

The carnage continues
unabated. The crowds are thinning.
Lurking men on fimbriae dump the veils.
Who will invite them today?

Satish Verma

Stary Thoughts

To access the mountain,
are you ready
to carry the rock?


Deep in my heart
flows the river
of summer pain.


A teardrop in
a sea of daffodils.
Who was blind?

Satish Verma

26 February, 2014


The stem cells coaxed to become
a kidney or a trachea failed to
ask the Himalayas, why were not,
they gathering the ice for glaciers!
Some sexual jealousy?

The naked darkness will nurse
the roses to rest on the barrel
of a gun. Civil war will start any day.

Colored man, the tattoos will not
tell the truth of the body. Blood
was always crying to give up
the fight. Why half-brothers were
destroying each other?

No squirrel will climb on the trees.
Nuts have gone. The winds have dispersed
sine die. A prayer is rising from the lips of earth.

Satish Verma

24 February, 2014


The yellow metal
protecting the unborn
will catapult to outrageous heights.


Sky confronts the Mars
in improvisation. On earth,
the dead were lying side by side.


Ah, the mercy killing
of oneself. Out of compassion
or taking a revenge?

Satish Verma

23 February, 2014


One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement.
Down’s syndrome frightens the catfish.

The bottom dwelling
body double, wants a compensation
for jumping up to your lips.

Not impressed, in vitro
the black moon
heaps a silver spoon in your mouth.

The body preys on your soul.
Are you ready to take a dip
in the smoke coming out of the tunnel?

The hard boiled tale
of intrauterine device, seals the
fear of life. there was no birth, no death.

Satish Verma

21 February, 2014


Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.

Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend!

Satish Verma


A steep drowning
in traffic of curves-
of legitimate sin.

It was a supergame
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light-

years. Are you still
hosting the life? In
cracks and crevices of pain?

Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were

you serious about bount-
eous harvest? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.

Satish Verma


The pixels refuse to leave
the screen. There was a
defiance, unheard so far.

Will not misspeak about
the rape! Was it not a murder
of the white goddess in light?

Are you going to shut a
pink flame, smouldering
in the vicious grip of greed?

The skinny-dip in boiling
cauldron of hate? What
was left now of humor?

Walking on the lake water
retrieving your youth? Was
it worth your grand wasted life?

Satish Verma


In between the scars
where was the frame?
With artichoke, you were
dismentaling the ethos.

Giving a suspended
death sentence to cadence
of love. You know what
you did not know, about life.

Hauntingly ethical? You
do not want to become a sensual
father, releasing sperms in
petri dishes. The eggs will find

their mates. It was a dark
conspiracy to overthrow the
hierarchy of calculus. Do
not remove the asterisks.

Satish Verma


Death by rains.
No exclamation
was needed.


O, moon; -
I will join you soon,
hotted up by sun.


I am reading again
my lost poem.

Satish Verma


The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand
full moons.

Cresting a culture of violence;
when a trident
bleeds you unethically?

A cave robber
becomes god incarnate. A
finger of land snaps-

and you savagely interrupt
the prayer and send the
message. Run, brother, run –

for the roots. Nights are
numbered and the
blue mountain is burning.

Sexless virginity is at stake!

Satish Verma

20 February, 2014


To undo, the rare
appearance of a god;
scouring the water, before the
sun, divides the land.

What was the worth
of a ritual, around the fallen virtues?
The salt lake threw up
the broken genes.

The swirling sand covers
the boat, stranded on the beach.
A tempest is waited upon. The
gestures carry a message.

No authority.
I do not want to corrupt myself.
There was a narrow path
leading to the pink eyes.

Satish Verma

19 February, 2014


Where do
I go in dark?
There was no moon
no taper.


The petals,
unspeak, fall
from the endowed,
forehead of goddess!


Do you believe-
in omens?
Between right and wrong
I am crumbling.

Satish Verma

18 February, 2014

A Phalange

Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile
in a dance;
for the evolution of sexuality.

The exodus was a stunt
playing with fire.
I will hide nothing.
I was a cloud within a dot.

Unknowing the fall, I
seek, the failure, to climb
again on strange words
to find the underlying meaning of pain.

You begin exploring
the hills after the unexplained
apartheid, after the bloodbath
of the golden peacocks.

Satish Verma

17 February, 2014


You punish yourself
for not becoming a naught.
The triumph had
destroyed you completely.

A seductive purr
of a surrogate write,
wants to lift your parameters
without attribution.

A vague integrity was
choking the vitals.
The defeat was within.
You failed to accept the judgement.

Rendered clean after
the bristled attack, your shirt
does not show stains
of slurred concentrate.

The guilt was not the same.
It was the ephemeral moon.
Night was not going to wait.
I was not ready to sin.

Satish Verma

16 February, 2014


Becoming blind
in lightless depth;
between the faults
we meet.

Moving the wheels.
I was the sound; -
spreading across the
unspoken epiphany.

Flirting with inevitable
doom, you crash on
the poems of –
raging green.

A tongue wants a
novelty of death,
in the arms of
the frozen light.

Satish Verma

15 February, 2014


A long pause
after my signature peel
of the spasm.

It was a broken flight
of an anguished
end in itself.

Retrograding toward
an apolitical fault
for an apology.

Illegal, soaring, preparing
to take a dive
in the pit of fire.

For a gospel truth you
take cloak off the dagger.
You will sell your nudes.

Satish Verma

14 February, 2014


It heaves you up;
too antsy to stay
on the waves,
inheriting the power-
dynamics of deemed palaces.

Channeling the inner Gandhi
or Buddha to reincarnate
the fragrance of past. Could
have become a golden
era again.

The fraud! Everthing was
created by a mockingbird.
Are you sure there
was a war cry between
the insects?

You remind me of ugly
dads fathering a new generation
of unborn myths.Thousands of
witnesses will keep their
eyes shut.

Satish Verma

12 February, 2014


A tribal kill;
after a blood sucking
Do you have a problem?


Hovering wasps
will land at will, on
tardy syntax
and misspelt masks.


The clouds
have wit and intelligence.
Will drop rains
on venoms.

Satish Verma

11 February, 2014


The twin blasts and
lip-syncing was
no insane coincidence.
The travail of incredible sinking
will never be found.

The abstract family
and myriad remixing of stem cells
may solve the puzzle of
assured suicide of the earth.
The small rapes and big assaults?

A crazy progenitor wanted
to have a control on volcanoes
as on sea. The spewing
lava was throwing gas rich froth
to start a megarevolution.

Was it a terrible mistake of
you coming out of the mud pits?

Satish Verma

06 February, 2014


Midcloud of the –
rainy day.
I am waiting for
the winged guests.

In trance
I catch the flying words.
The blank paper
prints the nude.


I need
to cover the sharp contours.
You will find
a mystic profile.

Satish Verma

05 February, 2014


To confront his terror
he changed the game
plan for a mystery dive.

The custodian of a flame
will show serendipity.
Sun was enveloped in a dark matter.

The Teflon has disappeared.
You will remember the things-
you did not understand.

Someone nips at your heels.
You run faster. The evil
was flying home.

The house was in disarray.
Give me a comb to keep
the dark figures out.

Satish Verma

04 February, 2014


Adept in riling.
You cannot chew the thoughts.
There was no mandible.

This double-edged
cutlass. The curvy contour
brings you to a hole. You
spray a defoliant to
denude the trees.

Who was competent enough
to disconnect the sparring
bulls. Disingenuous, you
were not interested to –

design a stillness as a
requiem for the trailing dazzlers.

Satish Verma

03 February, 2014


It was
a stunning defection
in dark.


You felt
in dark glory.


Reciting the hymn.


Legless larvae
do not want
to become flies.

Satish Verma


A brisling terror
tormenting the kelp.

Give me a lamenting mast
that will not go, fall.

In the groins
holding a promise,
a crazy god lowers
the wheel.

The absolute alcohol
in your nerves, you
want to light the

Smashing a dark
hole, which leads
to the brown

Satish Verma

02 February, 2014


Midcloud of the -
rainy day.
I am waiting for
the winged guests.

In trance
I catch the flying words.
The blank paper
prints the nude.


I need
to cover the sharp contours.
You will find
a mystic profile.

Satish Verma