Veils Have Strings

The seamstress
fails to stitch the moon,
when it was raining poverty.

Would you come near me,
looking in the eyes of sun?
You should make a move.

There was no god's will
when the truth was being
laid to rest, after it was shot dead.

This grief is not only mine.
You will have to open
the wounds to dignity.

Glamour,
sparkle and show.
It was disgusting.

There was a mass burning.
Blackened and singed
bodies, don't speak.

Satish Verma

A Ghost Dream

When you swap
your emotions with red moon,
my poem bleeds.

A huge graffiti becomes
visible, when dark clouds
gather for the gossip.

In absenteeism,
you were the sharpest pain
of my pen.

A purple smoke was
rising again, without―
a flame. One beat skips
and hundred blames come.

You don't speak
your mind. Pure faults go
unnoticed. The conversation
drops between two blades
of grass. Magenta
moon drips.

Satish Verma

Like A Poem

It is a long fight
to end the violence.

You can bury the body,
or, give it to flames on the pyre
but not the soul.

Must take a cue
in dark from trying moments
for Godspeed.

Having an affair
with a distant galaxy?
It will invite strange threats.

A bizarre friendship grows
with stomas, which open
when you smile.

In the portraits of the setting sun
there were no eyes,
only large lips.

Satish Verma

Precarity

The system kills
a dream run, when
you went for a dignified
retreat.

Manipulated beyond
the moonseeds and frigid tears.

You don't want to
relive the epilogues, sleeping
to edge.

When the terra cotta
lamp fails, light weeps for the earth,
and unseen hands.

When inequality threatens,
would you still remain
my gripping shadow?

Ah, it is the breach
which shatters me. I wanted
my right to strike at clouds.

Satish Verma

Living Incognito

I refuse to give in.
Gagged like human sacrifice,
the face of defiance―
clings onto the dark stains
of bright moon.

There was no bond on
caressing. The vigil wouldn't
end after smashing the
lamps to invoke the darkness.

There was a day, when
you laughed over the spitting
of rosy wounds. The
psyche could alter the moods.

When you are alone in
the dusk, I will pledge a
fire in night, past human's
singed pride.

In the rose buds, you
can find ethereal memories
of uncommitted sins.

Satish Verma

Untitled Oneness

In stark unreality,
I start with a blank
page, unwritten― but
worth reading.

A breakthrough was
needed to rip apart
the lost manhood.

My obsession with you
is growing, who will not tell
why the temple exists
without a deity.

You adore sans words
and then hide between
the signs, like a misunderstanding.
The morgue doesn't have the bodies.

A renegade comes back
deprived of arms, to die
between your lips. The
wine was tasteless.

Let the muse live without a name.

Satish Verma

Sacrificing Oneself

Give me the austerity
of aches, of the matured
firmness of a promise.

I may burn myself out,
breaking my spirit, my bones.
From pain you had come,
to pain you will go.

Beheading of a poem
makes a nude, to eliminate
the spin of a moon.

A chilling pause
betrays the blue surrender.
I will wait at the edge
to receive my punishment.

You will keep my name alive
by crushing and distilling
the rose petals without
any bleed.

A fragrant cloud will
always hover around you.

Satish Verma

Ask The Ladybugs

With your basest coins,
will you not add
to my woes, like invasive
hyacinths?

In the hot power
matrix, don't become
the hypothermic.

A geometric design
was coming up. Most innocent
was responsible for the
rape of a beautiful city.

A burning sitar
was still giving out a
melodioustune without
a wire pick.

The hot days have turned into
wild animals, eating away
my thoughts.

I freeze in my step at
middle of the road.

Satish Verma

Holy Script

See, what you have
done to me.
Chasing my
poems engaging
the soul.

Will you like to meet
the heart of a rose?

Continuing without
pause, you will discover the path
of unknown.

Half fathers were steering
the lives of unknown, long-limbed sons.
Don't stand in queue―
to throw your flesh, peace by peace
to predators.

Satish Verma

Mercy Kills

Laugh at me,
in sleep. Let the rogue
winds blow away my golden dreams.

Decoding my agony,
you will find the elixir of truth
by chewing the eternal pain.

Margin of danger
was big. On a short death―
trip you will not
encounter peace.

I am just me now. No frills.
All my desires shed, taking
off the appendages, becoming
bald like moon.

No more four-letter words.
Jawline widens by pressing the
teeth. The warriors had become rapists―

joining the gang of losers.
Planet was changing.

Satish Verma

Thinking Deep

Have not we reached
maximus? The perception
lingers on... and on.

Noways. Almost,
caught in the pincers trap.

The handcuffed
blue moon hides his face
after the guilt was washed.

The courtyard was
cleaned off the
stains of the blood tears.

Nihilism was not
mine. You had forced
the sweet tongue in me.

No need to shut
the door. The keeper was
dead. The bell will
not toll for the end today.

Satish Verma

Gods Of Darkness

The disaster had come
to the fore. In harm's way
stargazing was coming―
to an end.

A monster like a hurricane
starts pounding my
poems. The dry ice will
not quench my thrist.

A mid-gender approach
will not differentiate between
noun and pronoun.

The myth of waiting
and reincarnation had
patisan attitude. I am
tired of the make-up beliefs.

You cannot reverse
the clock. Time moves on,
devastating the palaces.
Only the broken pillars
stand in deserts of life.

Satish Verma

Encasement

As if you had kidnapped
my profile to live
just beautifully,
and then be mourned.

To swim, first you
have to dive in a dry pool
of pain. Weird thoughts
like aphids would make young'uns
without mating.

The violence was inborn.
It spurts when your animal
comes out beastly. No
god would come to your rescue.

Thinking must be unstained
when moon drops anchor.

In this lonely sky,
no songbirds are flying.
Only stars are killing each other.

I am burning my fingers again.

Satish Verma

Core Values

A social metaphysicist
wants to know, how
do you speak, standing
under the palm moon?

There would be a redemption,
if you pronounce slowly, one
by one word, without chewing it.
There will be no commentator.

The vertical ascent should
stop, to stay easy, begging the
question. There was
no one path to truth. You have
to find it in brown eyes.

So much to
bite, not being hungry.
Who sells the shells? Somebody
picks up the axe to finish
the job.

Where lies the fault in utopia?

Satish Verma

Starting Synchro In Trinity

Tracing a lonely,
fire trail, I will not tell you,
what happened.

The face of religion
was pelted. I was not able
to read the eyes of the animal.

The skin will change
the color in dark. You cannot
correct the tattoos. They
become invisible.

You can answer the visage
of addiction. I was crazy
about the exclusive
claim of my moon.

And you will become
artistic, writing your longing
in air.

Look, from where to
where we have come to
know each other.

Satish Verma

Overtaken By Shadows

You make history,
for not being ego-driven―
but taking in, poison
of blue necks.

I will ask you now,
to come home. This was
an instant hybrid effect.

When you appear in disguises
to conceal your love, I will
know what was your religion.

The flesh and bones revolt. You
tremble and crash like violent
waves on the beach.

The particulars waver.
You want to turn a new leaf,
lighting the earthen lamp at the door.

There was no ending
of night in moving sun eclipse.
I was behind the moon.

Satish Verma

Moonwhite

Beyond the river
I will meet you one day
as a castaway.

Gently a mystery
resolves. You were my
half-being, uncensored by
quirk of fate.

That was the lost
innocence of a fakir,
who left the palace to
encounter the god.

Nothing to hold on;
the empty boat crashes
at the bank.

You were going to
become a father of unborn
progeny, which will discard
you at the end.

All the white lies had become
black truths.

Satish Verma

Farewell, Hummingbirds

Soft night.
I wanted to outlive
the waiting―
for rendezvous.

A lesser god,
will not erase the path
of infinity, reaching
grey zone.

The tragic half
of timeless time would
witness the slaughter
of helpless faith.

Keep me in your
prayers. I would ask
the beautiful mind.

Who favours the great
sun eclipse, when
the creater becomes created?

A sick feeling ensues when
the temperature rises in deep sea.

Satish Verma

Quoting Twilight

When my poem
zeroes in, on the full moon,
I jump the blues.

Wanted to have a
meme of alt-left
pain in chest, leaning on
old tricks.

Wordless trivia,
eats the logic. The vacuum
always fills you up with
new thoughts.

Moon writes itself,
his story in dark. I
will catch the fireflies,
put them in matchbox― to
celebrate my childhood.

Sometimes you feel better
when the past matters.

Satish Verma

Listen To Your Heartbeats

Talking of the character
and morality, a smoke
rises. To arms.

Butterflies, and
waterfalls. I stand between
the two to take a
look at the last clouds.

On the date palms
my future lives. The pinnate pair
rips apart the poems
of merciless summer.

Burning hands will―
pick up the dented heart.
No more blood was left
in the twisted veins.

Coming out of the woods,
I hand over my moons
to you, for a blue kiss.

Satish Verma

Metaphysics

In search of happiness
I found you.

Who makes the slip?
God errs.
Puts the spirit between
mind and body.

Unbeknown, it
was ephemeral.

Think,
it was brutal
for a nerd.

Have a good moon.
I will say to my love.

I will stand
against the hot sun.

Satish Verma

Nothing To Mend

If love begets love,
then you cannot tackle
the departure.

It was a graceful withdrawal,
after completing the life's term.

Dust meets dust.

The clown was a great
loser, leading a double
life, with a big hole
in the heart.

You cry when something
was left behind.

After all who was
a perfectionist in this weary world?

When you sleep
in the virgin arms of
a terrorist,
the enemies go into a tizzy.

Satish Verma

Terror In Air

A rogue word in the
mode of persuasion, had
indefatigability.

When you are maced,
signs stop coming.

Jupiter was ready for
the collision, before you arrive
in dark, sky.

The rapture of the end
will not happen, till you
jump in the blood pool.

The mystery was
tangled up. Why would
you not climb down the stairs?

It still haunts,
The arms of swastika were growing,
and I had started to shrink.

Satish Verma

Your Weightless Smile

Without asking any
questions, you had turned
your life around and lived
on your terms, like
a curate.

Hold your breath.
Hear the truth. A death leap will
bring the peril. I was
going to engage the sanctioned
terror.

It piles up. The crumpled
moon. I will dig up
the ancient light from the
porous heart of a
dying saint.

The missing links are
appearing. You must live
to understand the talent's waste in
dark moments of a
fractured sun.

Satish Verma

Drifting In Dust Storm

Difficult it was
to understand oneself―
protecting the link
of the dust.

Restrained, a brazen
accident of the first
time. The creed has the originality.

Moving on opposite
paths, distances apart―
I beseech you to turn back.
The weed will divide us badly.

Do you believe in
afterlife? May I wait for
you, when you had blinked?

Your liberalism, and
peeling off the past will change
as future looked uncertain.

Will you insist on the
parting of the light
in crevices of mind?

Will you let me off to move away?

Satish Verma

You Had The Answer

Do I ask a question,
sometimes red―
sometimes blue?

My pain of centuries
was not interpretive. There
were no tears left
in the eyes.

Something gets in my
poem. I go white, as
the blank page of a book.

Like a big fish
claiming its territory
on small limbless cold animal.

The pure adoration
makes you numb. How can
you handle a falling moon?

The lavender was
melting into effeminacy.

Satish Verma

Flying In Dark

Meeting my twin soul―
for the first time,
in abeyance of any evidence.

Cutting myself―
to know the truth of undoing
of a voodoo in random
violence.

Why you had many different
lives to lead a client―
heritage, paying debt of
wronged dreams?

While lying to yourself,
you fell in trap and moved
away from yourself?

I will be seeing
my counterpart daily in my
thoughts to solve the global puzzle.

Why didn't I bite the Apple?

Satish Verma

The Celestial Affair

Be grace,
and read my graphic
timeline to find
your dots.

Ghostly spiritual, when―
you were admiring
the flesh eaters.

From where to where
the sperms have reached
on sand hills.
Death gets the price.

Very exhausting it
was, to maintain the relationship
with laws of nature.

You were waiting
in vain, to happen. The other
moon never materializes.

Your lightlong smile
guides me in dark.

Satish Verma

Uncaged

My soles are hurting.
Let's go timelessly,
following our back instincts.

Old values were changing
daily. A sense of
unease prevails. Want to make
a move. Something disturbs me.

Half-words―
acquire new meaning. And
sign language was becoming
a loud voice. You come to share
the waiting with me.
Something will happen.

In deep waters,
eyes will search the self-destruction
way. Why human existence was getting worse?

Choked to become
speechless. There was relaxed
ambiance of euphoria.

Satish Verma

Freaking Gods

Will go to any length,
reeking of moonlight
to reconnect with you.

Impersonal, the
red buttons, don't hide
the enmity. Life demands
its pound of flesh.

Crunching the bone
with mysterious pink pain,
to receive the knowledge.

Between Adam and Eve,
there was a poison on the
arrows tip.

Hand care, making
honey without the queen.
You cannot make a fist
without a thumb.

The spirits bequeath
their fireeating sculptors.

Satish Verma

I Am Not Myself

Moon down I will
give a putsch to forget
a fiercely contested
claim.

Silent defeats had
the deepest wounds.

Like miniature paintings
were framed in
dried tears.

Why the ethnic divide had
stolen the skin of the teeth?

In fragments, I was
collecting the gifts not
given to you.

O god, make an ordinary
will for me I don't
want to see you dead.

A trembling voice wakens the sun.

Satish Verma

Reconstruction

An article will ask you
to change, to become unique,
before demographic
innovation destroys you.

The five-petaled
scarlet pimpernel, waits
for you to write my
name in your heart.

Who will meet your
smile, when I am not there?

A mass hysteria
erupts, against the deity
of dirty violence.

I wanted to freeze
the lovebirds on your
lips― to sing when the
rains come.

And the trust will
follow the tears.

Satish Verma

The Irreparable Loss

Diluting the night,
you went for the lady
of moon, stalking the thought
of distance.

A spider climbs
on white thighs, to
arrest the memories of guilt.

Will you help me to
stand erect again after
the fall from the icy peaks?

I was collecting the
yellow roses to spread
on your seeds of primal origin of pain

The pink hollyhock
opens in full glory of morning
after brooding for all night.

The everlasting groping begins
to find, how much
you were dying for me.

Satish Verma

Behind The Whispers

One day―
you may become,
your own revenge.

Making a preemptive
move to torch
your book.

The steely arch
in sky, in solidarity
with pain of past genocides,
was losing its way to the
rude and narcissistic era.

The night will not
listen to any sunny prods.
The moon will take
a dip in the lake.

I will swap my poems
with your smiles.

The shifting sands
had wiped out the traveler's
path.

Satish Verma

After The Eyebath

In absence of words,
the silence rules. Dying
color of moon conceives
a sun.

There was a subtle
hint of constancy. You will
say something unsaying
to retrieve the blame.

In word war, nobody
wins. A blue stain was
spreading for reconciliation.
There will be no more hunting.

Like a small lake
enters in your eyes. You
start swimming along
the swans.

Stunned butterflies
lie under the paper weights.
There was no argument
between the hunter and hunted.

Satish Verma

In My Vernacular

Cleaning the Augean
stables, I was going
to punish myself.

A soldier of your conscience
you will not commit
suicide for the sake of heaven.

History repeats itself.
There was no waiting
to open the morgue and
search your cadaver.

A burnt out stigma
still spreads the incense.
Blackbirds fly in unison.

A crepe bandage
was not sufficient to alleviate
the pain of centuries.

I am still asking
myself to receive a gift
of poverty.

Truth has lost its glitter.

Satish Verma

Without Eye Contact

Before the sun dies,
I want to see you.

About destiny, with your
unopened smile, in
a painless encounter.

In search of a wizard,
who can guide us to the―
white, crisp honesty.

What was indestructible?
You will not utter any word.
I will ask the shadow of moon.

A cool river flows in my
pulse to meet the sea of
yellow roses of your eyes.

The wood and ashes
meet without fire. Was it
the end of relics of our knives?

Blood and bone marrow will
never marry.

Satish Verma

By Drooping Lids

There was no ending
in sight. You were not
a participant in―
my sadness.

Some unseen pain
hovers around me. I return to
my surface tension, trying
to minimize my fragility.

And injuries tend to
expand in caves of black
lights. Wild thoughts invade the
tranquility.

I unleash the words
like pigeons to fly to their homes.
I will not play―
hide and seek.

Waist up, you seek
godliness, wearing a veil,
when only your eyes were
visible, ruthlessly dry.

Satish Verma

Never Say Bull

The question
to solve cannibalism
was never genderless.

The real McCoy plays
the game of
sun's core, which
rotates faster than periphery.

I don't trust the
sun's setting. It will rise again
in full fury. Angels too
take revenge.

Branded as witch
the night runs,
after the moon for braid cutting.

There were red rains
from the sky, burning
the green eyes in love.

At departure time
I will collect the brutal sea-salt.

Satish Verma

For Eternal Kiss

I am sending you
a sea of zinnias,
asking the guardian angel
to protect you.

I am also picking sunflowers
for you. Living in the shadow, you
were always running
after small suns.

And round leaved nasturtiums
will drop bright orange
flowers, one by one
like tiny dreams.

And jasmines will spread
the fragrant flowers in your path
to make you reach in my arms.

And lily of the valley in bare
naked heart, will present the bell-shaped
white flowers, to knit your braid.

Nothing else.

Satish Verma

Like An Oedipus

Distraught―
you were suspicious
of the bliss. Why had I
stolen you from
the jaws of blue whale?

Your transparent veins
had always betrayed, the naive look.

The Antarctica of
pain, has started cracking.
The heart beats will miss you.

Your soft nudge
stirred once a while, to awaken
my sanctity.

Let's meet in the
garden of Eden. I have to
pay back my debt to
keep the god alive.

The bubble will burst
one day for not kissing you
unasked.

Satish Verma

Mending Heart

I will ask you
to kill the weird thoughts,
and become wordless,
like a verbatim, voiceless
prayer.

At night, the moon
will break your silence
for the sake of mockingbird―
and tremblers.

A deep pain may violate
the peace again. You cannot
forget the veiled stranger, who
explained the myths of
losing oneself.

Discreetly you want
to surrender to win the
god of blue waters.

A blank paper starts
printing your name.

Satish Verma

An Equal - Armed Cross

It was true.
Something had happened to me.
Killing my innocence―
I was dying daily.

Unflinchingly you
dragged me into the arena of tigers.

Like the obelisk, an
unfinished missile, you accept
the tender vows for
the undoing of an angel.

There was no poem today.
Only hollow words― floating
in a snaky ring.

Do you hear the call
of Mars? Its red hot flames had
singed our screens.
You cannot see afar now.

When I suffer unabated in wood
smoke, don't move away from me.

Satish Verma

New Blood

You were very keen for
sense of smell. I have
stepped down from the ivory
tower, repeating myself.

A mute revenge rape was
defeating the god. Would you
end up to be divine
than human?

Becomes difficult now
to rekindle. There was no hope
to touch your fringed orchids
with pouting lips.

Brokers have come out
in open to sell the fake Michelangelos.
I had painted you on a frail
paper with broken fingers.

Will you place some
candlesticks at the altered
windows of your house
to misguide me?

Satish Verma

Signalling The Last Man

Template set,
I will become my
own enemy.

Fragility of the world,
you live in. A river
drinks its own water and
becomes sick.

Between ‘I' and me,
it were you, who was supposed
to read a dossier of
my faults.

Will somebody
terminate my ethics and
give me a spatial euthanasia?

The humanity reads
to know the creation
of god from nothingness.

Who was going to
dig the grave?

Satish Verma

The Flesh And Predators

Not qualified,
to seek the right to live
on your terms.

I am ready
to drink from the poisoned
cup of hemlock.

Purple spotted twilight is―
carrying the dead sun
on shoulders, I tremble―

writing the history.
Each pebble was a pathfinder.
I bow down to salute the sea.

I don't agree
to make you different, what
you are not.

The essence will
not spill, till you throw
your fears on the road.

Satish Verma

He Came, He Saw, He Grieved

A kiss, which
came from the firefly,
when I was in pitch-dark.

Floundering about― in
search of you, to move
away from wars, noises and explosions.

There was no love
lost, when you wanted to
come to misty gorge, to slide down
the steep silvery falls.

Not being open to talk to
sleeping eyes of sun, to read
the book of pain in bright light.

Outlasting all the miseries
of losing sovereignty
of tearless solitudes.

You have to prod
at me to bring out the
infinity of the frills.

Satish Verma

Unapologetically

I ask the angel
moon, can you make
a white death ?

I had outgrown―
the written words, and
will not repeat the mistake
of playing an antigame
of a game.

It will be a bad omen, if someone
says I am the God.
And I will see a ghost
in your amazing eyes.

You can think aloud
by throwing back your dark
hair, as a reminder of
catastrophe.

An eeric feeling always
haunts me. What will happen
if earthquake does't arrive,
and the spiritual therapy fails?

Satish Verma

Captive Clock

It takes time―
to brace up, after
the sudden meltdown,
casting a spell on you.

Sometimes I want you
to walk away from punishing
memories of a strange
solar eclipse.

I drop the crumbs
involuntarily, to pick up
my timeless hunger
of a nameless neighbor―
the Grim Reaper.

Wide-eyed irises smile,
when you touch the distraught face
of dipping moon, caressingly
in pain of quickness.

Your crimes are wiped
out, you rise from the red sea
like a sunken dream.

Satish Verma

A Moral Fable

I don't have to
say anything.
We are set to
demolish each other.

Crumpled,
you were the face of
future, I wanted to read.
I fly like a feather.

Quit the path and think
quickly. Pain comes in
full circle. You had started
battling your demons.

Who seeks the attention,
when you were invisible?
The truth kidnapped
cries in cage.

No elegy was needed
for an immoral grief.
I am sick of repeated
sermons.

Satish Verma

There Was No Subject

After an aggressive
kiss of life, a very restless
soul, trapped in the stale body,
wants to escape.

In dead of night, it
rains inside the eyes, on paper
and in poems.

You trip when a
decapitated head of the
past wants to bite.

Not an anomaly, you
were wished in the wet prayers
of a kneeling goddess.

We do not reach
the question marks, and
answers are in our hands.

Do we see the silver
in dark clouds?
Who knows the unwritten?

Satish Verma

A Maddening Phase

Humanly
a violet river flows
under the earth.

I will convey this
sacred feel by gestures.

I lost you between
the words. The ancient ritual
was to recite the pious hymns
hundred one times.

A goddess mocks
the mortal to go dreamer― for
the moon which never stops smiling.

What was the dream
of huddled thoughts, when
light comes through a small window.

How far the Viola has
fallen? The landing pad
will not receive―
the fugitive guest.

Satish Verma