I was Deeply Moved

The shade is over.
You have to walk in the sun to meet
Buddha in anchors without knowledge.

Nothing will bring
tragedy, if you tell a lie, there is no god.
Think gravely, he is passing the road and talks.

A cadaver gets up and
talks. We come and go. I will take
rebirth in blue water, though ship is sleeping.

Satish Verma

What is Man?

Beautiful murders.
I have nothing to display, but
sometimes the truth turns to lie.

A melancholy of my
philosophy hurts. I change my
style. I want freedom to choose any path.

Only you want to
intimate with a hemlock to ask
bloody questions about changing the name.

Satish Verma

Between Art and Science

A simple man was
walking on railroad to meet
immortal. I was sitting on a toadstool.

What is death?
Can anybody talk afterwards?
Is it happiness or grieving?

Will you explore why
we are born? Is that unique in water?
Is it necessary to listen to Beethoven?

Satish Verma

I Think, May Not Think

The majic of words.
Future wars. You are walking on
burning coals to invite the moon?

When love disappears,
the pain quivers in two halves
of the house. Somewhere the stars fall.

Can you make one
door to come and go, so that
the route of death and living was the same.

Satish Verma

Therefore I Live

In the middle of
pain, were you sleeping through
the ascending moon.

This was a summer
month. Dreams were cool. No burning
of heart and stones were soldiers.

I do not want to
stop learning more to think that
history has not given. My failure helped.

Satish Verma

The Last Song

On edge stands
the separation of pains. You
are coming to go and I am going to come.

The king of darkness
does not wear a mask. Then why
have you forgotten of black candles?

Overnight the poems
were burning, while years passed by
to know why you kissed the broken mirrors.

Satish Verma

Dear Friend

Paused after the
pain. It was very cheap. Your
end was the future of your past.

Love opens the eyes
by new moons. Heart flies
like a bald eagle to go for a kill.

I walk lonely at
the pathless Dharma. Who
was true and right? A ghost will tell.

Satish Verma