Cocktail

Beings of erotica were 
at the gates of heaven. 
Shell-shocked, the city was becoming political 
but people were absconding. 

It was global warming 
for obscenity. The remoteness 
was collapsing and moons 
had come in my arms. 

Smoking the serrated leaves 
and glandular hairs, hurling 
yourself on the pathway to estasy 
to forgive and to forget. 

The blue mercury was 
ascending. Anti-depressants were 
not working. You don’t own the 
phrases. Words were becoming surrogate 

for thoughts. We embrace the fall.

Satish Verma

Spinning

Waiting for a prickly path 
at crossroads, 
where desolation sits in 
between words and flesh. 

Hanging shells on windows 
where light immigrated 
to prophecies of Buddha.The 
violence will never end. 

Can you find some space 
between the bullets? Between 
the contrasts lie the black 
thoughts and sick arguments. 

Through the comets who will shoot 
bleeding flag?

Satish Verma

MOSAIC

Snippets of truth 
come to you, 
when you chase the anger and set yourself 
on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy 
rages after the defiance. 

You are no longer bleeding gold. 
A windowless home 
for the defiled, waits for you 
at the end of the road. 
The democracy has drained out all the symbols. 

Behind the grain now lies the eye; 
behind the wood now fire rages. 
A stretch of pair on ethnic hills. 
Wings unfold, 
but light goes out.

Satish Verma

MOON’S SHADOW

The path was becoming pathless 
after seeking the deluge. 
Gunslingers were climbing on trees 
to shoot the white doves. 

There were ice needles in my eyes 
to check the inheritance of height. 
Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed. 
You taste me like a lamb. 

I am unfolding, 
layer by layer; 
year by year. From end to beginning. 
The benign tumors are going to attack 

my afterlife.Falling, falling 
my bliss in midnight of words, 
across the solace of killer gaze, 
on a stretch of ancient footprints.

Satish Verma

Hiding

After plundering the moon, 
the skins 
have dug their heels in candles – 

for a night vigil. 
Why you want to know the hidden meaning 
Of a benign meaningless. 

The beginning and end 
were most visible tragedies 
of an endless affair with invisible enemy. 

Unsaying was very sincere 
to truth if words were not mutilated. 
Pure murder of an illusion in whispering sands.

Satish Verma

UNATTENDED

Evening wore a floral dress. 
Blue birds announced their departure 
opening red wings. 

You know them, buffs 
of night who would not wait for the moon 
to rise and I had nothing to hide. 

These tragic toes 
black with gangrene 
still want to mount on red clovers. 

That anatomy of desire 
will dance with snakes. Who knows 
the beautiful anxiety of lying on hawthorns?

Satish Verma

BLOOD FRUITS

Beyond the sex 
he was sleepwalking in shame 
hiding his faith ingloriously. 

A poacher in harem 
of politics, where you stack the hidden 
virility for killing the money. 

A single mate must die 
making love on screen in the vicinity 
of god’s house. 

The monstrous lie will 
press the knife to the lips 
for shedding the blood of a monk in a brothel. 

If we must forget 
the accidental shot, 
the spring will never come to olive grove.

Satish Verma

PARTY

In search of peace 
he burnt down his books, 
living precariously, 
as colors were shifting. 

After the disengagement 
there was anger and chaos. 
In the swirl of mudslides 
the mountains stood erect & high. 

Caste, color and creed 
on coffee table, 
for a birthday party of democracy. 
A drone fell on the crowd. 

The maniac depression divides 
the butterflies into pathless lies. 
The grass was blue 
and sky was red.

Satish Verma

MEMORY WALK

Wanted to visit old lanes 
for a mocking bird. 
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. 

Treachery flees from 
the trees and settles 
on the white wings of flying swans. 

No logarithm will stop 
to watch the invisible 
numbers going for infinity. 

Tomorrow I go back to my 
school, to wear my fallen mask. 
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.

Satish Verma

INTERRUPTED

Like a pause in pain 
I ring the bell 
of homecoming. I was ready 
to meet the hurricane. 

The alien neighbor of white fires. 
After the rains 
the slush will overwhelm the abducted 
silence. 

The celestial peace will 
be shattered. Something will remain 
unexplained, between the kisses of doors. 
Go soflty into the dark 

I know myself. 
From your eyes the stained thoughts 
will read the winter of leaves laden 
with crisp snowflakes.

Satish Verma

ON THE EDGE

I recognized the vitriol. 
There was blood on your hands. 
The invisible was burning in dark. 

This was the black moon 
and this was the alienation. 
An animal climbs on your shoulders. 

It goes on and on. 
Was it the night to undress 
and show your wounds to dreams? 

The lake has left the shores - 
and flesh eats grass 
in absence of cold truth. 

I meet the moans of quaking 
stars.petals know the music 
of death in fragrance.

Satish Verma