Quick-Eyed

To live or not
to live like a zero
in the company of numbers.

*

Add the space
to the black hole.
You will find infinity.

*

The question mark
will always twist
the answer in big NO.

Satish Verma

Difficult Choice

If a gadget turns
you on, and I cannot
listen the voiceless
music, how would
we meet in parasynthesis?

A parakeet lifts the long
tail to climb on―
the grill to watch the
sweep of clouds, whistling
past, when the world
was mud-splattered.

Take my hand and hold
the queer. I was never me
in the maddening crowd.
I listen to only my body.

Satish Verma

A Revival

Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters
will ask for the god.

You will not reveal
your preferences, though
natural selection propels

you to young veins. A
self-denial comes into
play. The jade was million

years old. Taking a cue
from the fathers, a
monkey runs on the water.

Making trouble was
easier than to erect a
home for the extinct to live.

Satish Verma

Innumerable

The opaque civility
takes a big toll. The fledglings
were dying in the duck pond.

*

I want to steal the moon
tonight for a ritual
and bring it on my lake.

*

A wet floor always
mirrors the voices floating
on the low roof of my rainbow.

Satish Verma

The Secular Ethics

A fact of time. The
relationship
has a price.

There was a deep
moral crisis, when I said,
stay poor.

Money makes you
dishonest. Why don’t
you start giving away?

The secular thing.
Were you tolerant
of my protests?

Ethics were changing.
Why should not I be
a very sad man?

Satish Verma

Animal Kingdom

There was too much, violence in the
house. I walk through the pathways―

of divided family. As if waylaid
by the thugs. I am stranded bereft of―

all my achievements, fixating at withdrawl.

The menu
alters.
I go
hungry.
The toothache persists. Life is
still.The vision seethes without wings.
Pulsating silence.
There is no voice.

Like mannequins, we dance
without geniality. The master
is nowhere. Who was pulling
the strings?

Satish Verma

Last Freedom

Nurturing,
a leaker on the prowl,
to become glamorous
killer.

The parting,
of ways in a jungle of
principles, life takes
a full turn,

sharply. The ascension
of dark matter,
believes: it’s time has come
to engulf the world.

Realization,
comes very late in acute
labour pains, throwing
up the agenda.

Taking a call
of inevitable, the
dignity holds on to
the fringes of peace.

Satish Verma

All Said

Some things are not said,
uncoupling the cut glass.
Flowers will not come
from the new moon.

You collect the hundred
loops from your hair,
and part the heat. An
ancestor turns in his grave.

Collect the grapes, fallen
plums from my garden.
I am not sure, how long the
spring stays. You were
not ready for the
rocks, for sure.

I am scraping the song
written for a tree.
Cannot decipher the sap.

Satish Verma

I Demand

A double helix
uncoils. There was a
beheading in Saudi.

You ask for the
ecstasy in spaceship
singing the oddity.

It was in the proximity
of a brick kiln, that you
wanted to take a sunbath.

It was not private, not
intimate. You had spread
the profanities in bazaar.

How many shots, would
you collect from the,
sinned city of big names?

Satish Verma

The Great Decline

Abetting the suicide of
a bystander, your impacted
diamond, downs the hips.

What had you done to
me? I will not hold you responsible
for the ache.

There was the aging moon,
still lingering in the―
crack of dawn.

I don’t close the door.
Will wait for the big question
from the exotic death―

of dark matter, which
defied the relationship
of unique absurdities.

Satish Verma

Beware Of The Peaks

To repel the slice of
hope, the patriarch
falls midway.

Pushed to the end of
leaf, a moth is propelled
in the mouth of deeps.

The boat starts sinking
in the age of doubts
and dementia. You

will need to manage
your fires. A hollow
rustling of slogans will,

not repeal the canorous
sounds coming from the
orgy. Life takes a turn.

It asks for an insane man
to change the world.

Satish Verma

Debating Point

This was an interesting dialogue
going on,
between me and a ghost. It was
telling me that I love you
because you are not a virgin.

Was it a good thing, someone
asks? The game was fair
but the players were dishonest.

The bared chest, with scars
and raw wounds, tells everything
about blue wars.

The words float on water,
like dragonflies. Do you think
it was impossible to convey
the agony by phraseology of metaphors?

Satish Verma

Circles

Releasing the pain.
Your eyes laugh,
when you cry.

*

An ancient city
wakes up. A bird, a lizard
and a beast.

*

A triangular hollow
of the valley
throws up the moon.

Satish Verma

Golden Afternoon

No questions were taken
from unforgiving sword.

And the dead horse.

A river runs through your body
defining the wet castles.

You look into the eyes of the invader.

The palace intrigues dig in.
You cannot meet the princess.


The inevitability of war looms large.
You will finally know that every
body is mortal. The remains
are meant for the inconceivable.

The scripture versus a blank
page are on the collision course.

Satish Verma

Arresting The Tides

Talking of prudery,
you acquiesce in,
and let it go.

The eyes lit up
refraining from comment.
A fish jumps out of water,

and becomes mermaid.
How can you eat the raw moon?
The pubescence on the

young leaves was not
ready. Will you restrain
your hubris and foot soldiers?

The imminent descent
was evident. The fire breaks.
I am afraid, it will consume you all.

Satish Verma

Partition

My ultimate reply was
my silence. There was―
no need to ward off any
further questions.

It was time to take
a call of the ominous. Clouds
are dark and menacing. You
wanted the poverty of words to go.

But it enters again by back door,
standing along with you. The
great divide begins. The day
was on edge over sick patriarchy.

You will not get the fruits
nor seeds. Yet the cacti do not
need any propagation. Full
of spines, they are hardy.

A fake formula is being put
forward. Let there be a
collective suicide to save
the floundering world.

But I would not agree.

Satish Verma

Spelling Out

Half milk water and
half water milk.
The predators were happy.

How would you,
justify a self kill, in the
sea of medusae and whales.

That was not only
warts and all. There were holes
in the golden bucket,

and fount was dry.
The glass house. This
concept gives a jolt.

You cannot change
the masks. Deaf and
dumb.the sky was deaf and dumb.

You refuse to divulge the
name of assassin.

Satish Verma

Sulking Alone

Drum-beats were coming
nearer. The lineage is being questioned.
Archaeopteryx is being kicked.
upward. It was too slow;
was not able to fly.

Things are not moving, as you
want them, in romantic
relationship with the road.

A madness permeates. The
acolytes were busy in playing
the act, that all wars
will never come to end.

Anointing the salt smell as
savior, after the shadow-boxing.
The sparring must continue―
to find out the catwalk.

The ramp was going upward.

Satish Verma

Strange Dreams

The icon,
is a smoky gem,
like a random stone, hiding
a jewel.

You become an ex;
throwing the gauntlet
over the frozen
shoulder.

Everything glides
around you. I am sinking
in Bermuda Triangle.

The trembling hands
groping for―
the coral reef under the water.

The tiger will not
sleep tonight. You cannot
shut the eyes, when
I am being pit-roasted.

Satish Verma

The Time

There was a lapse
before the fall of moon.
I am standing in dark.

A wolf a day was
enough to eat me. The digital
pain seeps in the
sad ceremony.

Someone buries
the hatchet in stars far away,
wearing the black mask.

I steal your poeny.
Your velvety voice for the
sake of wronged yellow.

A candle burns
in the white room, bereft
of any trappings.

Satish Verma

Fake Encounters

When the surveillance increased,
the curtains started
falling. You were ready to
start the dialogue with death
holding off your hunger.

Each face had its history
scripted on the forehead. Dark is
after all dark. You unroll
the night-black lace and
confront the moon.

Under the old banyan tree
a dream lies with limbs tied.
A mob smears the vermillion on its body
and then starts lynching it.
I have only one question.

Why were we towed on
wrong leads for tallest peak?


Satish Verma

Not Invoking

This attitude rattles
me. Silence has―
become very vocal.

The body does not listen
now. A knife
has become celibate.

The unsung hero was
untainted and pure.
It was the veil, which was corrupt.

Are you ready for
the hang? The wrists cut
open were not bleeding.

The jewel of the fire
does not burn. Even the
purple hemlock is very sweet.

Satish Verma

Fangs Open

Aghast at the―
burning brutality and domination
of the glaring sun, I will
ask the moon, when will
it release the hormones.

A palm size,
unscripted poem, struggles
to come on the surface;
pulled between the moon
and the sea.

The libidinal instinct,
overtakes the activist. A newly
minted face throws the shadow;
equivocal. The traffic of
poppies will freeze in the tracks.

Here are the keys and
there were the locks.

Satish Verma

Exasperation

Even the tree enters its shade.
It was very hot this
summer, while walking in moon.

*

Sleeping under the cacti
and talking to God. Do you
know the ecstasy of pricks?

*

This was my total wealth,
the verses. I cannot spend on you,
Oh my god, what an idea?

Satish Verma

Caged Bird

Penchant for bats. Always
nocturnal./ Sustained flight.
Eyes piercing./ Incisors ready to
dig in you with anticoagulant saliva.
Your echolocation will attract
more suicides./ Don’t write
poems about leitmotivs.
I will say.

An imaginary withdrawl.
I am no more in your eyes. A sheep
jumps from the cliff.
You start a bonfire / of all your wins
as a signal. The immaculate dawn rising.
Killing me.

Satish Verma