29 February, 2020

Noises Of Stampede

The pink moon will
stay up to gray dawn. I will
meet you in prayers.

You just slept in
my arms to decipher
the dreams of unknown.

Violence creeps into
my eyes when crazy sun
starts beating the clouds.

Satish Verma

28 February, 2020

Laws Of Chemistry

You make history.
Don't move, like the stasis of
sea anemone.

Try to engrave
my signature on your chest, and
move beyond the darkness.

The persona hits
the wall. you cannot climb. Wipe
off the dream, go to moon.

Satish Verma

27 February, 2020

Love To Violence

I don't feel body
I don't feel pain. You play
with me O god!

From the flesh
I remove the pleasure.
A blood wolf moon laughs.

The fringe surrender was
in beheading yourself in dark.
I rise like the Venus.

Satish Verma

25 February, 2020

Prayer Starts

You speak louder
in dark, unhinged, unchained
to become perfect.

I will not change
myself. Let the river flow.
I will have no banks.

The smoke rises
from the windows of ruined dreams.
Your footprints become relic.

Satish Verma

After The Body

Time has no time.
I cannot find myself in skyless
story of many stops.

A bohemian wants
to become Buddha without
sitting under the Bo tree.

You were touched
untouching me, when I
adored the water of deep.

Satish Verma

24 February, 2020

Your Thoughts Live Around Me

Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep.
Your scented hands tremble.

The gods would
punish me, if I don't wipe
off your burning tears.

You stole my death
and put her in chains.
The unburied truth smiles.

Satish Verma

22 February, 2020

My Blood, My Bones

Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy.
Wanted to kiss the thorns of life

You steal a sentence
to travel back to celebrate
the other side of moon.

Will be the same
goddess will remain in the
asylum of my love?

Satish Verma

Moon Slept In My Arms

The shadow love
behaves like cannabis.
I laugh with you.

Go to war. I say
to myself. You prepared
nothing for yourself.

Why did you want
to wash the golden ring
with your tears?

Satish Verma

20 February, 2020

In Cross-Hairs

You look different
when you receive a huge
amount of love under crescent moon.

The baby kiss stops the
air amidst the leaves of roses
under black and blue sky.

Listen to darkness when
sun dips in crimson fog and
beautiful words disappear.

Satish Verma

19 February, 2020

Out Of Honey

You know when moon
kissed the sun, planet melted
and war of tears started.

Ah! the white scented
jasmines entwined to squeeze
the elixir of etherian love.

The untouched embrace,
was pure like ice of Himalayas
peak in golden light.

Satish Verma

18 February, 2020

Ocean Sinks

Locating a lonely
star, you burn the space and
lay roses on its path.

All night the light
was blinking I would not sleep to catch
your tricks that go to get me.

Like fawn's big eyes
you look through me to know
the secrets of deep pain.

Satish Verma

17 February, 2020

Looking At Past

The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.

Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?

Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.

Satish Verma

16 February, 2020

Not Heart Broken

I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.

Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.

The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.

Satish Verma

15 February, 2020

A Patriarch Maps

Speak less. The setting sun
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss―

On dry lips of moon.
A songbird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.

My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of eyes.

Satish Verma

14 February, 2020

By Sparks Stay Young

In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.

A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.

Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.

Satish Verma

By Sparks Stay Young

In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.

A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.

Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.

Satish Verma

13 February, 2020

Inheriting The Dust

You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.

On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.

Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.

Satish Verma

12 February, 2020

Death In Peace

When moon tries to
cover the sin, who was fallible
in the ring of fire?

The centuries ask, whence
we failed ourselves, when
god was watching.

Who created the
memory of stone,
infallible from the mount of truth.

Satish Verma

11 February, 2020

In Dragnet

The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.

The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in dirty water.

Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?

Satish Verma

My Craft Trembles

Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.

I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.

The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.

Satish Verma

09 February, 2020

The Adored Angel

Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.

You drink my song
from lipless heart. What was
the range of bullet?

An altered ego writes
again the history of Buddha,
who was still unknown.

Satish Verma

08 February, 2020

Untold Story

Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?

What will happen,
if I remained uncollected
by you. Lips will not move.

It was a majentic
call. You manipulate the moon
to become my lover.

Satish Verma

07 February, 2020

In Blue Darkness

Between you and me
stands a winter solstice.
Light the candle, it is very dark.

Let the maniacal thought
remain pregnant with surrealism.
I will go north, you south.

The curves again rule.
The temple trembles. We go
our own ways to meet god.

Satish Verma

06 February, 2020

Will You Know?

The dead man speaks.
What was the truth? Partly
guilty I will show my birthmark.

Moon always left
the memories in snow, when
I was talking to sun.

You were not born
in a day. It took centuries.
Give me time and space.

Satish Verma

05 February, 2020

Inventory Of Pain

Lying on bed of
thorns, you revoke the curse
of moon to remain amputee.

This was signature
therapy to become secular.
You rub the side of flame.

My dissent was
natural. Cannot speak any lie.
Will listen to my ethos.

Satish Verma

Till Every Song

Always waiting of
your footfalls to spend
the rest of life.

If I must go,
will you say goodbye to a
lone tree sawaying in fire?

The romance of
river was unique. It always
gallops to meet a planet.

Till you speak, can
I kiss you, so that nightingale
sings sweetly.

Your deep and dark,
eyes always send the
boatsto find harbor.

Satish Verma

04 February, 2020

To Mourn The Death Of Soul

I was at unease.
The violence grips the
daises, the grass and lilies.

This human race
wants to revert the suffering
of cacti in rains.

Under the eyes
shade, it was thorns and thorns
all the life.

I have come, I am
hurt and I bleed.
Darkness burns in my brain.

I forgive you for
all the flaws and all the
crimes to give me peace.

Satish Verma

Felling A Tree

It was the intense
pain, when you turned suddenly
to watch the queen's dilemma.

Seldom you go for
apartheid. What was the space
between the grains?

Roll up your sleeves
and walk out the door to meet
the snake charmer in light.

A sliver supports
the kiss of unaltered agony and
that human touch saves life.

A flock of birds
commits suicide, crashing
on the fractured faith.

Satish Verma

01 February, 2020

Love And Revenge

You shine high
when I was in dark. The
persecution still goes on.

What was love crime,
when you sleep in my arms
for eternity?

Who had angered
the flame of forest, that was
burning you without ash?

Tell me what blooms
in your chest, when at night
you look at the full moon.

I cannot assassinate
me, till you say goodbye
under the Bo tree.

Satish Verma