Starving

The who was
inside you.
I want to discover,
a foam-born deity,
killing the moon.

You destroyed
me in the poems.
I cannot weave the
moonlight on the
jessamines.

Can you send
a message to Mars?
It is too crowded on
the earth. There was
no room for the muse.

Satish Verma

The Syntax

Coming over here
to find me, in abstract meaning?
I was very much there in your eyes.

*

A ghost appears
on your lips, when you explore
the silence of the road.

*

Learning the grammar
without prepositions; how will
you reach my words.

Satish Verma

On Unknown Track

From window to window―
a search begins,
for a healer.

*

The black pain
floats between the moons.
I wait for the Socratic destiny.

*

As required I will
not commit the suicide.
Would meet the strange god.

Satish Verma

Becoming Myself

A ghost truth
levels down,
the traffic. You enter
into catatonic stage.

Rage and anguish
will ask,
for the price of blood
flown down the river.

Listening
with the eyes. Leaffall,
luteus, music of descent
on grass.

A dust storm
settles on sill. I will
look through the window, at
a setting sun, unadored.

Satish Verma

A Small Story

Talking of obscenity
you were undressing
to show the scars.

It was and it was not
a display of is. Little
raw wound.

The lungs will not take
this insult and scream
in full horror.

One collapsed faith, after
the god failed him
to climb a ladder.

I am still convalescing
from the gunshot injury,
when you fired at a blackbird.

Satish Verma

Fealty

Doing nothing, for no
obvious reason, engaging
the travails of self-watch, I do
not want to confront the propensity
of withdrawl.

The elder pain blooms, again
like Ipomea. Will not stand the
bright sun’s gaze, I will sail―
out between the blackened
teeth and stammering
words.

It sucks, the female snake.
The phloem, the flora. A tree kills
its own birds. Cannot ambulate
tender promises. A stricture
chokes the poem. Double-
edged truth lifts the weight.

Moon knows the art of giving.
Sends the blood tears.

Satish Verma

Nowheres

Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself
I could not foresee an incoming missile.

*

How could you change the world
when a black and white magpie
writes the script of life?

*

A god once told me
in whispers, he wants to
die in the shadeless sun.

Satish Verma

Secretly

A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush
and kiss the jessamine.

Last night, it was a
retributory offer
to put off the candle.

I am here to stay
for prudence, speaking
the dialect of the nameless.

I survive the fetishes
of light. O unknown, I
live in darkness.

Moon was my solemn-
pledge. I had always stayed
in the house of truth.

Satish Verma

This Was Love

The feel, it hurts
when you
open the eyes.

The world
returns you back,
your name.

A moon
will miss the
night, the darkness.

A door shuts.
Nothing moves, except
the footfalls of unknown.

Satish Verma

Silent Journey

The orange poem
wanted to blunt the white
moon, obliquely,

liberating the sameness
from the hands of
twin souls.

There was no invitation
to jump from the immoral peaks
when the fire broke out.

A blue thorn
in the flesh of a pink dawn
explores the text of broken earth.

Dust on dust
writes a song of wings
who would not take a flight.

Satish Verma

Unthinking

Earth was sending a long
shadow on the moon.
A great night for both of them.

*

A city of dreams
lies still. A divine path
opens for the erring earthlings.

*

A night falls
surreptitiously on the lake.
The moonlight was trapped by waves.

Satish Verma

Volatility

Sailing over the body,
dream to dream
I see, a seated Buddha,
at salt coast.

Everytime you were on wrong
side. It was only accidental?
You start making a snap against
the thumb.

Levitating, you start to under-
stand life anew, cajoling
the pain of abandonment on
the roadside.

Dark lightning sexed the
clouds. Eons away a galaxy
had cried and signature came,
milky way.

Satish Verma

Different Renderings

You were lost
like a rolled away pill.
Hibiscus was waiting

*

As the night departs,
I will look at the moon
through misted eyes.

*

A bridge has collapsed.
How sad.
A bell tolls endlessly.

Satish Verma

Song At The End Of The Road

Drinking from the portrait
of an alienated moon
in a self-taught remedy―

I was looking very
hurt in the muse, which
had failed the earth.

I wanted to say, my
sun was my sun,
broken, eclipse by eclipse.

Who was traitor to oneself?
Sifting the leaves of a
raptor, to find the death

under the shade of
sundew, which blooms
when you become an insect.

Satish Verma

Escaping

You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark.
How do I find you in light?

*

These were the last roses,
for you. Henceforth
no water will flow from the eyes.

*

Only your face will swim
on the nippy moon;
burning skylark.

Satish Verma

Blackness Of Moon

You walk out from
the bruises, like a late
bloomer, for a clandestine
affair with indigo pain.

I break the barrier,
and teach myself, how not
to make an incendiary bomb.
A cohort will untie the barbed wires.

Now you can tread carefully
on fire ants, undaunted.
While stitches will take care
of the woundless blood.

A hoax sends you scurrying,
to find the golden apple,
which never emerges in light.
In despair you commit a crime.

Satish Verma

A Snaky Path

Where do I begin,
extracting the earth
from your skin?

The grim reaper
would wait. I have
to unwrap the gifts―

digging out the roots,
peeling off the bark.
The time stands still.

An exit wound
will receive the unborn
daughters.

Mother dust will
return the name
of annihilator.

Satish Verma

Questioning Again

Writing,
a blood code.
Manipulating the taint.

Path,
towards the violence,
had the tribal instinct.

Scent,
of testosterone,
was the key thread.

You,
will not know, what
I conceive of the coming onslaught.

Constellation,
was ready to strike.
I am not myself today.

O, life, we will never know each other.

Satish Verma

Metaphysical

Like the artifacts of ruins,
you look back
at the lost innocence.

Too much knowing,
was hurting.
Life does not spare you twice.

You arrive incognito
in the jungle of
fake hugs and kisses.

Innovative. The fear
strikes, bites with
a lethal sting.

Could not reverse
the anhydrous eyes.
Trying to exhaust the vision.

Satish Verma

Dreams Wandering

The moonlight―
singed him at night.
How will you write a poem?

*

Standing at window,
you watch a shooting star―
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call.

*

Picking red hollyhocks,
your face swims before me,
and fleeting time!

Satish Verma

Gifting Away

Want to return,
to unknowing, the
trap door.

Filling up the gaps,
the arrow slits. No more
I will need weapons.

Trespassing the,
brutality of sin, committed
against the sanctity―

of body. This is how
I am re-creating myself
without morbidity.

Annihilation, was not
the answer. I am holding
the gold leaves of sun.

Satish Verma

Sacrifice

It was a free fall,
drowning me on the footpath.
The yellow glare had
scattered me completely.

Left alone to suffer, the
failure were you. When the
brick come, you met yourself
in the doorway of menacing home.

The hunger pang was
obsolete. The fish will
not swim outside the orbit
of a new isle for enigma.

The Turkish stones, blue―
green eyes, haunt me in
sleep. Your life takes an
about-face, march outside the promise.

Satish Verma

Climbing Up

We are burning―
the boats.
Freckled in the sun.
The river was drying up.

The stupid moon,
will not listen, was
in love with lake. One
day the water
will flow.

Do you believe in
rebirth of a universe―
from the fallen
debris of life?

The dead man will
walk out from the shroud,
to reclaim,
the lost integrity.

Satish Verma

Scouring

Like a bee,
you wanted to land―
on the snapdragon’s,
curved lip.

Light years away―
a mouth gapes open;
you will not,
walk in.

A wrenching search,
for a home, where
you will not find
the violence.

A wax palace, you
are invited to live in.
The dummies, abound,
without backbones.

Satish Verma

Massive Explosion

Why does it happen,
when you collapse in,
on yourself, a black

hole is formed? I don’t
want to enter, the depth
of eternal death!

Would you come with
me to have a look
at the fading sun?

It is beautiful. The
rainbow on street, in-
viting you to cross the colors.

It bleeds the heart, the
irreparable loss of the rival.
You are here, not to come again.

Satish Verma

The Blooming Blood

Sky-clad, you are going
to meet the nemesis,
digging the street to―
find the nails. Do not fret.
Nails had burrowed deep in the
flesh of unknown. When you have
nothing to say, what are you
going to say?

My heart misses a beat. Takes
a pause to look at the
spring of songless birds. I watch
myself ruined amid the legless run.
Soon they will be coming to wash
the stones with tears.
Do you smell the pungent smoke
rising from the no name tragedy.

Tonight the gas will not burn
in the kitchen. The beds will
remain unslept.

Satish Verma

Rudimentary Thoughts

So near and so far
you live together
sorting through the detritus of life.

*

The erosion
sends back the gravel,
the sand and silt of human script.

*

The violence,
will it end someday? Asks
a child playing with a time bomb.

Satish Verma

Receive Your Children

Law of causality was
seeking answers from the
rites of flowers. Why do a black powder
and glass sharpnels interrupt
the turnover of bliss,
when I held the sacred
lotus in my hand?

Somebody brings moon
at halt. A loud explosion prepares
the earth for penance, where
we have come raising the bar.
Apparently, a carnage
will deluge the street
with the blood of bystanders.

The planet is dead today
in the belly of violence.
You catch me off the guard.
All night I will go for vigil.

Satish Verma