Invader Unknown

The grass reaper wants
to right your wrongs
of medieval hurts.

While I uphold
the clash of isms, it should
stand without violence.

You were worth my
breaths. Still something
blocks the sluice gates―

protecting the virginity
of the jungle. Tiger
must not come out.

A cloaked confession,
leaves the space to start
a new arithmetic in reaching
the downhill.

All therapies have
failed. Time to divide
the footprints.

Satish Verma

Unmatched

All I needed was to address
a runaway pain. Nothing
to do with liberty
or fraternity.

I would never understand
you, upending the―
truce. How it was possible to
survive without speaking a word?

Let the traffic grow between
give and take. You can deceive
yourself by forgetting to
perceive the rainbow dreams.

The supreme truth comes
as a stranger at your portal.
You may shut the door not
giving any stance. Did you know
he was Buddha?

Satish Verma

In Searing State

A bit, like you
I wanted to live, making
my own rains.

When you will not yield,
I would come to meet
my nemesis.

The life flings away your
innings. Still you were trying to play
with flames.

Like sun's corona,
you were encircling me
in my eclipse.

Somewhere dandelions
spread the magic,
like your spindle fingers.

But weird thoughts
hover again to extract
the price of lost moons.

Satish Verma

Scatter The Dreams

And when you sleep in
the hurting arms of woes, I
will listen to storms.

My shoulders give you
a vision to go tethered, for
the sake of undoing.

Your chance takes to
half moonlight to dig out, the
old coins of love.

Satish Verma

Dark Was Good

You recite my old poems―
to understand the psyche
of human conflicts.
The long shadows won't leave
the fingerprints.

Between mind and soul
breathes a language
understood only by emotions.

I shiver when you
mime the real money. I go into
coma, to cross the
river of blues.

Future is pain.
Past was crime. In some god―
night I will write my swan song.

The life's many scripts
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.

Satish Verma

For Hidden Hymns

In a passing moment,
giving you a call in Milky Way,
like a lone sun.

Where the white clouds
go in distress, after
the multiple deaths of stars?

Sweating in surging
heat, only tears will speak.
Freaks will inherit the poetry.

Wanted to touch you
like hummingbird, coming
out of silver cage.

Your hands had lingered
on the blank paper, to print full stop
before taking the phenomenal flight.

Mixed with bone ash,
my china has felled.
There was a long hoof in wilderness.

Satish Verma

My Long Walks

With stoned eyes
I gather the baby clouds
to search for old moon.

Being or not a being,
walking on the white sands
looking for blood spots.

Forgive your bones
which take you to forshaken
god, of bitter truths.

Satish Verma

Between The Veils

Knowing too much
was sin. I will shut
all the windows, one by one.

Trapped in his hymns
the man made god―
trembles.

In virtual collusion
between real and fake, you
will ask― what was true,
what was not.

Something was left
always, unsaid. You were becoming
afraid of yourself.

Incorrigible,
the fire― loves the body
to write a mantra of oblivion,
burned to ashes
in bed.

Someone lives in your eyes unseen.

Satish Verma

Why Do I Suffer?

Turning inward,
you stare at death in eyes,
throwing dirt at moon,
half-night away.

The words bleed.
You want to define the
pure relationship.

Loving yourself was
very painful, when you become me.

Walking up to the altar
to break the bread. You wanted
me to become a prophet
of no religion.

But I will never get
the kiss of eternal flame
on my lips.

Life twirls in my torment.
I become a blind sun.
Why did you turn into a smoking gun?

Satish Verma

Amour Propre

Was revisiting
to quiet the moon in pink rage
crying in faithful arms.

Through the soul, I will
arrive in poems to shine
the bunch of roses.

Hauling oneself to
face the mirror in twilight,
with salt of the sea.

Satish Verma

Bare Moon

My poem done. The
blood night comes gingerly
I will stay awake―

to die every inch
in your purple dreams. O love
why it was scary?

Not my doing. This
utopia in fake play
chasing my verses.

Satish Verma

In Half-Spring

Read my sparks
in detachment, for the
intimate collage.

In agony of
summer moon, let us sit
on grass and watch the
shooting stars.

Writing the god poems
for you, was not easy for me.
I would bruise my wrist
to lift the pen.

In massive handshakes,
the birthing of
beautiful relationship took no name.

And now shelling
the nuts, I give you all
the kernels. Today it was a
good night to leave.

Satish Verma

Repentance

Feathers will carry
the wages of sins, to fly
after my lips taste.

Something was left
when you told complete truth.
That was your ache?

An earthquake will
start when you skip my name
watching full moon.

Satish Verma

Rain Mind

Plucking a kiss from
your hair, not to miss again
the moonwashed face.

I breathe deeply to smell
jasmines, falling on the grass.
Will you call me tonight?

The thick clouds return.
White and red peonies were
ready to reclaim you.

Satish Verma

Without Ceremony

Like cutting my own
blue thumb, a crazy thought
to earn rare wisdom.

Was there any option
not to climb your beautiful
eyes sans scaffolding?

The frosted looks of
the moon brings shivers in
the darkened room.

Satish Verma

Teach Me To Die

A moth clips the red
flame to become the martyr
of the fading moon.

In limitless sky
you fly low to catch my poem
to pay back your debt.

There was no mooring
of the lost boat in ocean
of burning tears.

Satish Verma

The Myths

Accepting the way,
you are going to rise
winning me over.

O moon, don't take my
blue shadow with you tonight.
Let the slaughter begin.

My ancient pain
was my lover. Gave me an
eternal living.

Satish Verma

A Summer Poem

From the fog to fog,
grim reminder eludes me.
Where had you been?
•
The gray dark circles
confine the blue lilies.
Unkissed by tears.
•
The shifting dunes
hide the silver moon.
Don't cry. O brute!

Satish Verma

O, Hunger

It was white genocide.

You travel faster than
the sounds of sun.
I had the heart of moon.

Stay restless,
in the arms of dreams. I
was talking to the vision
of a savior.

Hope in the myths
was fading away. the fire in the
kitchen was spreading behind the grass curtain.

My hands pluck the orange
flames of universal grief.

The spirit won't die.
It lives in the silent prayer.
I will ask the sky
to be benevolent.

The innocent guilt will liberate the man.

Satish Verma

Harmlessly

In a hollow tree
like hiding your past
in a talisman,
with bleeding heart,
when sun eats you
ant by ant.

To my clouds,
with a premonition, they
followed me every day
when I was walking on my
toes, moving away
from my bones.

Like walking fern
you hop from one hole
to another, to plant the roots
for future of echoes and
footprints. Towards the
dark I will sail to find
the slaughtered moon.

Satish Verma

For Permanency

Let it not be just only once to
make you mad, at the ugly
things existing around.

Talking to your vesal fear
with its spread hood to start bearing
the human pain.

You were counting again―
to meet your god,
in moment of truth at your nadir.

To catch the beauty
of silence in midst of
homeless noises.

Elliptically I hold
you, in my soft sleep
like an oriole, forgetting
its melodious song.

Will I ever hear your
voice once, before I open
the window to the sea?

Satish Verma

Becoming Strangers

I was rearranging
the things, in order
as if I will come back.

Ah! Life has
lynched my poems. I
feel― I cannot write
something beautiful.

A frenzied mob
calculates your height
and starts stoning at
an erect totem.

The hardened rocks were
melting without fire
to submerge you and your
castle made of clay.

At sunset-point you
reach to stand in twilight
to morph into an alien!

Satish Verma

In Great Dilemma

When the sanctity―
will not alter, and sun
dips in the sky,
I will give you a call.

Sin versus sin were
going for a war in large
swathes of purity. If there
was no come back.
I will give you a call.

Small fathers now, will
not bring any revolution.
We will watch only that was invisible,
I will give you a call.

When dried lips will not
barrow the salt of sea, there
would be no anthem. You
start avoiding the altered nature,
I will give you a call.

Satish Verma

The Spectrum

In my rainbow dementia
I would recognize you
on the white walls, in blue frames.

Going blank to
read your mind.

Who does not want the
beautiful end of the journey
without compromising
the thought's integrity.

A gray energy
pervades, in each cell
of the soul.

A neoclassical mystery begins
to cover the naked thigh
of Bonsai tree of life.

Night opens with
a hawkish demand to declare
the secret of purple wounds.

I had still not eaten
the bitter apple untested.

Satish Verma

Near The Sun

Don't interpret the light's
reach, on the longest
pain of summer.

There was no chaste tree
left for giving you shade
to sit and meditate.

You will not miss
a perfect sleep at dawn with
song birds sailing over your head.

A green snake has
dropped its skin bearing the trail
to copycat the detachment.

The backache returns
to dig out the hot moon
from the dark bushes.

I will sit and wait at the deck
for the cool fireflies to appear.

Satish Verma

On The Longest Day

You will not define
Hubris, walking on the
velvety rugs of ancient beliefs.

Living in my poems,
made for cherry blossoms.

In spite of half
sins, mounds of rose petals
of every color were strewn
on the way, to reach
the drunken gods.

There was no point
of vindication for making
water tainted green when glaciers
were burning red.

Delta,
the fourth letter of
Greek alphabet, has lost
its shape. The rivers
have stopped flowing to seas.

Satish Verma

Supposedly

You barge in
like a hurricane
and I slept.

Hysteria caves in
like a cuckoo for embrace.
Let's bargain.

This was the life
and death of the
religion, still unborn.

Satish Verma

Ampersand

Call the god
of blood and bones
to see the earth rise.

You stand in
mid-air to make history,
and the flames were
rising on the tongue.

Ardently one tries
to find the secret of mermaid
in the delta of crossgender.

No one wants to calm down
after peeling off the color
from the face. The memes
were real vampires.

You want to sit
down and brood, where
we are going on the burning road.

Right words were not uttered.
You want to keep eyes shut!

Satish Verma

Blood Nature

The dark night
was becoming impatient
to give birth to new moon at the sunset,
when you wanted to find,
the meaning of the curse
of killing the light.

Why did you see
a beast in me mirrored
in you once? The restive
stars were reflecting your face.
You will not go against
the will of the sky.

In meditation, you had
discovered the opal, the truth
of the ripened age.

I do, what I didn't
want to do. Open the door
again, to receive the
final assault.

Satish Verma

Wisdom Suffers

When the various attempts fail.
You become a sage.

Always I will question
the unveiled moon, why anger was
surging in the disturbed night?

Let me complete
my story. Will you wait
for my final confession?

When my pain
morphs into a poem, I
will discover myself―
in your absence.

And when you put on purposely,
the pink― lipglow, I go lonely.

The gift of parting
was the death wish for a fluttering moth,
to fly towards the glittering flame.

Satish Verma

Thinking Loud

You were urging
yourself to hold my hand
in flames.

Always staying with
cipher to know my price
trading my skill.

Life on the terms
of tall claims, I will
not leave you in the jungle
of horns.

You want to wear
my life, giving your soul.
How would you define the relationship?

A path will not
forget you ever, where you fell
to become a marigold.

Time demands loyalty.
I have no other religion.

Satish Verma

The Avenger

Unprecedented.

A blushed
crimson moon
had come down―
to earth,
to avenge
the last night's
insult.

A protégé
wants an apology
from the
departing sun,
to heat up
the planet
after giving
light.

The ocean
expands to give
an answer.

Satish Verma

I Am Not Sad

Living in
a house, sans
a roof and walls.
You can touch
the dark sky
with burning
fingers.

Nothing to give,
nothing
to take.

No transcending.
Your roots
were going very deep.

Blindfolded
you will lead
the vision.

A legless
search begins
to find the god.

Satish Verma

Gimmickery

Such
a simple life,
so hard
to live.
What a
mutant pain
so compacted kiss.

This verdict
was for me.
Unable to meet a prophet.
You can fall
in line to lose.
What a
brilliant muse.

Satish Verma

Spinning A Charm

Something crazy you have done.
Started hunting me.

A visual dilemma.
Half a loaf was not sufficient,
for the hungry ears.

Nonviolently, it was in the blood.
A serial killer wants a game daily.

Fidelity was very evident. Someone
waits for the moon, every night
standing in water.

As a conduit by a thrifty wind,
your message comes voicelessly.

Absently you weigh heavy,
like a smoke ring, through which
a flame went.

Satish Verma

Per Se

Like domino effect
the brutal violence
was growing.

A cohort of moralities
makes you speechless.
You reach out for
the coal dust. Not towards
the earth, but heaven,
where a sniper was hiding.

Incognito a fear
looms large.
You start counting on fingers.

Tearing at grass roots
level, a windmill spawns
the beautiful dreams.

The body becomes
religion. You seek asylum
by the side of Buddha,
or tear off your ear like
Vincent Van Gogh.

Satish Verma

Once- Over

Walking in sleep
to find the color of moon,
I watch the space
widening
between your red lips.

I had once
asked you to trim
the eyebrows
like a bow.
So that you can
kill a bird
in flight.

Measuring
eternity was easier.
Not the depth
of your eyes.
A curved strike
was sufficient
to revive a wound
of old mantra.

Satish Verma

How Much Do I Tell You?

Dark in dark
I climb your spiral stairs
for the roving eyes,
reading my poems.

Will you pull down
the basil a bit? I want the
restless aroma to spread out
on my pages.

You keep a bloodhound
to track my nomadic thoughts. I wear
your smile in moonlight.

Pry open the hatch of a treasure.
My complete oeuvre was
left for unknown you.

Waves had washed up
a bright moon―
on the golden beach. I was not ready
to turn your face.

Satish Verma

The Redwood Temple

Fear of ars poetica
overtakes the unwritten
poem. An anguish will
gather the wild thoughts.

From autumn to
the spring, I took to you
like a scream at the sunset.

I didn't omit you
elliptically ever. The moon
was your watchman,
I tended to slip.

Take a walk with me―
like the shadow. Sometimes
I feel very lonely. Needed
an alter ego to share my angst.

The Zen has invaded my roots.

Satish Verma

Some Halters

Talking of doors
without walls. They shut
and open, but don't lead
you anywhere.
This was no insult to the house of cards.

I will ask the rains
to stop for a while.
Don't you be wet for any hurt,
before knowing who you were.

In quietus, your
thoughts move like serrated knives.
There will be blood, on the paper and a
trace of guilt.

Learning to sink
like a log tied to a huge
stone. Will it matter? Then,
from where the energy comes?

The untold secret
was heavier, than the
vocal denial. Was there a
reticent surrender.

Satish Verma

A Divine Interlude

A lot more has to
be done, when moon
hangs out at the window.

Observing what
was, unknown as if
becoming feral
looking through the black hole.

Dreams were bizarre stones, on
your poor fingers
making palm rich.

Prudery and anguish
will not go together,
when predatory wants a mercy kill.

Leave some afterwords
before the Apocalypse.
Nobody was walking back home.

You can invite the
asteroid to hit the earth.

Satish Verma

Indiscreetly

You sit at a stanza
break and won't
start introspection.

This was your moment
of deliverance.

You bend down
to kill the flickering candle
to feel the stings.

A myth
wears a veil to seduce
the sun, when it was
saying goodbye to moon.

This is mass cheats
the time that wants to slip out
from back door.

In next life, will
you recognize me by
my stumblings?

Satish Verma

It Was Insane

Why do we
reach ending―
in our dream wars?

Walking on water,
in absence of body
when soul was dead.

Without names―
history was being written
in air. Like smoke
was rising in tainted sky.

You were on trial,
of murder on moon―
sitting in lotus position.

Wear the night
for your children playing
with stars.

This was involuntary
slaughter,
when you didn't listen to my memoir.

Satish Verma

My Angst

An obsession
to betray many faces
of man.

Likening you
with Venus only, who had
defeated the half-clad religion.

No scarves to hide
the bald earth. I was
at peace in my roots.

Or you can choke me
to die in a gas chamber
metaphysically, destroying your being.

An ocean
in my eyes. Can you gauge
its depth? Raised in water
I will go with water.

I become upset
when you don't speak in sun
like tall peaks of Himalayas.

Satish Verma

Contours Of Pain

Like Venus you were
hot. Intrusive, no beginning, no
end. I got very silent
to forget what made me very sad.

Me and my strange
discoveries always exciting me.
I didn't remain
a verdict of god, but a recreated
clay model. Baked
strong and sturdy.

Drink my cool.
Waiting for the rogue
asteroid to hit my world
and break me.

In freeze, we remain losing
our fingers.
Will not write down
the ascending paralysis.

Why dying stars were leaving
black holes?

Satish Verma

Under The Lens

Not exhausted
myself pursuing, your
thoughtless fervor of understory
without retrieving my name.

Do you still remember
the grace of unspoken thoughts?
Once the cobra night, raises
its hood, nobody can stop the strike.

Syntax was
beautiful, not the abstract
of the hidden truth. You
resign to become a unique!

Helpless in my integrity
I don't forgive me, when
I forget my enemy.
And start thievery.

Untamed, by a large, rod
vase of moon, ready to
leap at a shooting star.

Satish Verma

Retracing My Steps

With the tiger dead
you will not see the strength
of cascading down.

At the sunset,
fire on wings wavers.
Birds fail to come back
to their nests.

And how a soft noise
becomes a thunder,
when the tongue bleeds?

It was not entirely a sin.
Sleep in my poems. Who
knows, when the poet recites again.

Let the body embrace
the soul.
My flesh will go to hawks,
the spirit would live in you.

My fidelity was on stake.
Be mine, be human, I need you.

Satish Verma

An Ecopoem

Climbing up the sun,
you had no expectancy.
Pressed between the lips
there was pure blankness.

Something dies in me
daily. It was time to commit,
your shirt to a magician
asking the miracles not to happen.

Beneath moonlight
dark tears of stones flow.
Someday the mountains will cry
and the snow burns.

The world does not end
here. It thrives on hate, murder
and abuse. Will you stand up
between love and blues?

Satish Verma

Striking A Bargain

Eyes shut,
under the shade of sun, when you
cast in gold, I run after
the blue butterflies hiding
behind the flames.

In uncanny sense feels your presence,
words cannot describe. When
will you swap your lips
with my tears?

Make me forget the cleaver
the thuds of the closing door.
I don't seek a blueberry moon―
of your native harvest.

At equinox you disrobe a
wound. I bleed inside
the ruins. Sun does not suck the sap.
I become innocent.

Satish Verma

An Ocean Speaks

On my tongue and
skin, your salt burns.

My anxiety brings
the moon to become a witness
on eleventh day of fasting.

Renunciation had failed.
Clay soldiers continue to fight
the dream ghosts.

The body goes back to―
untouched soul.
No language will describe
the kiss of death.

Unbroken thorns
will not give up. Catching your sleeves
they will beg you to come back.

An untainted candle
refuses to burn in the bed
of roses. You never knew, when
did you become water.

Satish Verma

Trapped

Crossing my path,
a full moon, wants
to respect the untitled
poem birthing in me.

Where my earthly
thoughts would wear flesh
seeking attention, for
the poverty of roots and words.

We were bound by
colored stones, jewels and
angels of water and flames,
where rooms divide
the people.

Fire ants will carry
a large leaf to cover the home
as a hymen to warlords
before the earthquake starts.

Satish Verma

Passing Through Haze

Let's go together
over the moon.
Death to death in
economy of tears.

God blessed―
in songs of violets, the
peonies bloom,
in full glare of white and pink.

Being to unbeing
I will wait for the shooting
stars. A grace, the poise
plummeting into pine trees.

We will return
one day to our sadness,
unraveling the truth of life
and secrets of hidden pains.

Satish Verma

Entangled Sufferings

In time-lapse, I will
watch you again at sunset,
when tiny drops of evening rain
fall on molten lava of angry earth.

The desert will suffer
in cool moonlight, without shade.

You set free the tiger, into
wild. He will not come
back to smell the cage.

The affairs, bloom or die
between man and beast. But
new born anxiety lives.

You are coming of age, in
between cacti with their exotic blooms
and piercing thorns.

The cobweb is spreading,
complicated, three dimensional.
The large, hairy tarantula waits.

Satish Verma

Bumpy Ride

It was a lethal dip
in meaningless seduction of
hollow moon.

We were talking of
climactic events of ancient
pains without footprints, in whispers.
There was no issue. No sparring.

You place your ego first,
like the narcissist tendency of
black hole. It was ready
to devour anything.

Vibrations start when in
storm two dark caves meet in
jungle of irreverent words.

The sharp curves will not
take a bone of contention
for nothing.

I will keep on prodding
your stooping shoulders
to stand erect.

Nothing else will count.

Satish Verma

Poem On Paper Lips

Deep footprints are not
visible. You will not say
anything else.

Night begins to fall
heavily. The wholeness, was
breaking the moon. I feel the
slaps of wind.

Throes of time, take revenge.
Was there any difference
between essence and substance?
The marrow will eat the bone.

Between dot and dashes
I have left long pauses to understand
unbroken lines.

Marigolds at the feet
of foetal stones unturned.
You can carry the legacy
of unsung sun, and small daisies.

Satish Verma

Velvety Horns

It continues to simmer,
my observation. I was
always incomplete.

I start the witch-hunt
of the language, what you speak.
Lynx eyed, feline you will
not give the clue.

Neither you will turn away,
nor I will bring out
my scripture. We don't want to read
the command together, of our
unknown enemy.

Stark madness, to flirt
each other. The art of democracy
comes into force. We will
spent full life to know each other.

How do we know from A to Z,
who were our synonyms?
You win, I lose in
hiding from each other.

Satish Verma

You Broke The Toy Again

Your nature shines.
You are my other half―
thawed out from permafrost
of purity.

Can we discuss
the perfection of primates,
their genes?

White blood
and black blood. Why did
it become red, touched by sun
and moon?

Was it a sleight of hand
of god? You cannot hear
the howlings?

The city of ghosts was
growing. Nails spread on the street to
stop you.

The omens were weired.
You still come back
after painting the chariot blue.

Satish Verma

Something Of Nothing

The renegade
wants to come home
for penitence.

Execution wants to uphold
and become a doer again
without thoughts. Only cessation.

Between shade and tree
lived an apparition. It wore
a moon on the head.

There was no ending. The
free suspending threads,
join to make a circle,
like the god and his creation.

From oceans apart―
touching you,
by my
poems.

You were an accident
and you were the witness.

Satish Verma