VIGILANCE

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

Scarce was the remorse
in your eyes,
after killing your
verse.

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

You are glorifying the
sex,
forgetting the brides of
jungle.

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

Satish Verma

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

NEW RELIGION

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

Repercussions

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

Speechless

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

WET SAND

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

Ghostly

An alien feeling 

of weird dreams
whirling in eddies
of thoughts.

Vertigo.
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

SAWDUST TRAIL

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

Dirt Roads

It was a mediocre crowd.
You wanted to touch-
unblemished,
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 

MOON WALK

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

EXITING

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

Accidentally

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

Insight

Renunciating
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

JUNCTURE

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

Unhitching

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

CRAFT

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

Reminding

Listen to beats:
of heart, for massacre
unexplained.

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

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

Satish Verma

GREEN RIVER

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

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

Dreaming

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

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

Resilience

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

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

DARTING PAIN

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

NATURE SPEAKS

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

THE ESCAPE

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

MOUNTING THE ZERO

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