In Emptiness

Watching a full moon,
trying to mend myself, meeting
the hermit of me.

A sacred promise
was made under the eyes of moon
I don't know why.

The quirk of fate?
Can you decipher the script
of unwritten oath?

Satish Verma

We Will Not Part

Show me your hand
where I tattooed
for the unborn dream.

You ask for a ghost
who sits on stigmata to
invite the butterflies.

In golden valley
I will plant blueberries
to kiss half-shut moons.

Satish Verma

Trapped Wishes

To revisit my
lost home, I am here to
script a song for you.

To make or not to
make a living-will for me,
as flames are dying.

Wrinkles and veins
unwrap the secret of quake
in twilight of age.

Satish Verma

Cosmetic Effect

You want to rehearse
for the pain, which
does't stop after burning
the midnight lamp.

When I am not
myself, I think of you.

Sometimes it was difficult
for me to look at me
from your doused eyes.

You are like
honeysuckle, opening
up in dark to seek the
protection from unknown.

Evil and good
were in league,
two poles apart, hot and cold
going together, hand in hand.

Now you want
to go beyond the stars
to test my prophecy.

Satish Verma

Perhaps I Could Believe

A pinch of pain, and
you hurl a poem
towards me.

The dilemma of undoing
a kiss of pen,
or lobbing a dagger
in the chest of moon persists.

I will never get the answer.

I would rather go
for a bath in the burning
river of your eyes.

Words do not convey
the real truth. What was behind
the gray dotage on your
withering face?

The voiceless silence would
let you dance on the flames?

O god I am waiting
on the heap of frail bones.

Satish Verma

The One Truth

I feel the presence.
When you had bartered
my pulse for a pain.

Something impossible
was going to happen.

I was buried in a wall.
The words you did't utter,
had reached me.

We would talk of the
marriage of sun with
a moon.

A virgin soul in
yoga, takes a flight to meet
her angel for the
first kiss.

Sometimes life
betrays the death and
renews the pact with
immortal embraces.

Satish Verma

Gordian Knot

To patch up with a
confidante, the partaker
goes away.

It was same moment
for anxious sleuths.
You don't know, where
you want to go.

Togetherness was
bliss, yet it does't work. Let's
not go in opposite directions.

The elected path
haunts us. Where the moon
sinks in dark sky baby
sun rises. Morality goes on sale.

You hold my small
finger to read the message
of unknown.

You said I am
not going anywhere
will I look back.

Satish Verma

Attributed To Peace

Impatient, I will
not say anything to me.
Come burning the moon.

Surrendering truth,
you lay bare your daisies.
We don't share enough.

Pain me ever to
eternity. Who knows you
will sleep in my eyes.

Satish Verma

Let's Think

O Nemesis,
a minimal existence
and quantum pain, this is
how you had insulted me.

My vessel was
empty. So much was to
be done and you are still
digging the mass grave.

Who intends to go
blind in the dim moonlight?
Poem was always at the door.

Was there another exit
of purgatory? Can
you find an amicus?

love versus hate.
On whoever you will bet?
Why there was war against the war
when nobody wins?

Why one dies on the tacks?

Satish Verma

Moonlight Through The Filters

At the foot of the
burning candle, a dancing
shadow gives you a call.

In moment of
hubris, all chandeliers
will crash and prehistoric dirt
will cling to hairy legs.

The taste of berries
was changing. In deep
autumn only skeletons
talk.

Near the lamp
festival, we will watch
the leaking sky. The
aliens would have the last laugh.

The time turns
back the clocks. The
defiant mood will bring out
the beautiful masks.

Satish Verma

October

The pain of absence
rises, when there
was no conspiracy.

I will have you
in perfume of silence.

Lips drag the pen
on paper I allow myself
to be cheated.

What was your
motive to put on the light.
I was searching myself
in dark.

Inhale me in
water of life. My boat
was sinking.

Thoughts become
criminal. I never wanted
to erase myself.

Satish Verma

Some Undoing

Beyond horizon―
go across the time zone,
and meet the twirler.

You were always
incomplete in the borough
of a puzzled mind.

The artist will paint
you bare without ephemeral
colors of the fall.

Satish Verma

What I Say

Meticulously you
are taking off your mould.
I will pay my debt.

Trembling I would write
my name on the naked stem
of your bo tree.

Winter will settle one
day on your branches. I will
be found in root words.

Satish Verma

Cuts And Bruises

Caught on the wrong foot,
you want to defend god. Myth
of destiny fails.

A breathless moon was
in hurry to meet an angel.
Earth was turning black.

There was the red
moon buried in blue lake.
Only god knows why.

Satish Verma

Morality

It might happen― that
I become you, in your spring,
you remain winter.

It will never come,
my birthday, till your bright―
red lilies bloom.

The lips won't move
for a kiss of the black rose
under the blue moon.

Satish Verma

Blind Waters

Random fall from moon
descending into riots
wants to err again.

Moonlight sleeps in my
room. I will ask her to go
back, after sunrise.

Will not accept your
unseen departure. It will
hurt, picking on me.

Satish Verma

All The Dreams

Sitting on black stones,
to feel the global angst,
and doing nothing.

Good or bad, time
takes revenge. You will
always blame self.

Like grapevine,
everyone wants to climb the
moon in pitch dark.

Satish Verma

Not Burnt-Out

You did't need to
pray like the Milky Way
handing on moon.

Why did you follow
me, when I was alone-
hurt, in stampede?

Touch me again
when yellow jasmine wakes.
I will linger all night.

Satish Verma

Undressing

Crushed under the sky,
when you had
become a transition.

In the lonely
night, waking without you,
when words start screaming.
like howls of wolverines.

Life around appears now, not
the worth of holy water, in your
folded palm.

Your birthday flowers
bloom in dark. Someone
will dance around the campfire
till the crack of half-light.

The salt lake bubbles.
Nobody will drown in it.
And I believe,
purple stones would stand
to guard the new spectacle.

Satish Verma

Writing In Air

On the wings of night
moon sails to fell cherry blossom,
I will pick for you.

Pink roses on tomb.
Someone makes a pledge.
Will come alone.

Will not forget you
standing under bo tree
waiting for Buddha.

Satish Verma

Beat The Clouds

You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.

Where you placed the
thumb imprint, it was fake.
Big hands did't move.

It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.

Satish Verma

Small Birds

Blue black, the red sun
breaks into your eyes. I go crazy
running after doves.

The lake goes on fire
I collect the shells. Luxury
of becoming poor.

Carpenter will do his
job now. Declines to sit,
carves a goddess.

Satish Verma

Your Journey

Upgrading clock
was not a wise decision.
Who will read the past?

You are coming near
me on water. Where will you
hide the leaky boat?

Time moves on stings.
Lamp flickers. A moth wants to
burn the golden wings.

Satish Verma

My Story

This was exotic.
A single drop throbs in space.
I walk on blades.

I think farther from―
The relics of disasters.
You love to read palms.

Talking of slaughter,
moon bled to death,
when you left in dark.

Satish Verma

Godsend

Standing in the wet
stones in rain, cursing winds,
that had stolen sun.

Why do I wait for
you, when you had sealed the―
secrets of golden fall?

Nostalgic walk in
woods to catch the fairies
sitting on toad stools.

Satish Verma

Piercing Mind

In stark deep waters,
some dreamers had vision.
Willing to touch it?

Self-portraying was
incomplete version of life.
Only losers had wing.

The arrival of
mimicry we love. Lava
was going to expand.

Satish Verma

In A Basilica

I was not myself
after talking to basil,
knowing what was sin.

Your heart throbbing
between the bruises touchdowns.
When the sunset starts?

Earth has no desire
to become extinct, coming
again between stars.

Satish Verma

I Speak

Connecting my poems
with your soul was my promise.
Now you set me free.

Give me a pain to
love you, to come back in dusk,
when it is raining.

The cuts and the bleeds
will have a common breach.
We search our faces.

Satish Verma

Not Negotiating

The lost child of
pulsing star was hiding in your eyes.
A feud will decide
the fate of broken wings.

There was no classical
guilt to wipe out the
gossip of coined vocabulary.

Tears will spoil the milk
of hungry mouth.
Two halves won't move.
I dream carrying the stains
on my sleeves.

A thick silence descends.
No mistakes.
I plan to kill my steps.

The doorbell rings.
Time to say goodbye.
I open the door.
Stranger picks up the briefcase.

Satish Verma

At Equidistance

Being rationalist
you wanted a secret sun
in your dark house.

Brainless also sleeps.
Season was not right for me
I was planting words.

The weird norms of
the parapsychology.
Why do I read mind?

Satish Verma

Old Themes

A feel of inner
kiss. Premonition shatters
the calm of blue lake.

The blooms of cotton
tree caress my face for a
comeback of spring.

I know the distance
between you and me will not
cover the bare legs.

Satish Verma

Mythical Thoughts

The senile dust,
which rises between us,
makes me sick.

I cannot stand
the mood swings of
aging moon.

This play of light
and dark in equinox,
confuses the waiting
dawn.

Love stings.
And fog covers, the aura
of falling leaves― green
yellow and red. I survive
the quake.

A tiff burns the fingers.
I will not hold the pen.
The blank paper shivers.
Who will write the
wet poem?

Satish Verma

How Far Was My Home

It does not exist now,
the conceited gait
of my fantasy.

It was not a cakewalk.
You may be coming―
for a daily ritual, but a
genuine thought suffers.

Tipping over, I will
say to me, accept the day
and become a recluse.

The violence
of the lips don't give a respite.
The glazed teeth under
the mask become red, spitting
the blood.

For whom you had
saved the moment of surrender?
The moon will move around
the planet, not to crash.

Satish Verma

Paralyzing

On wilting roses―
a spider weaves a web,
to spin a murder.

I will curb the hots
to kiss a dying moon on
the burning coals.

Writing a dew poem
was difficult without
a riot of tears.

Satish Verma

Irradiations

Tell me the meaning
of life in stillness of
vandalizing death.

I will pierce the
air to bring out the taste―
of the flowing tears.

Lingering at door,
for deep colors of summer.
Virgin kiss of cool.

Satish Verma

Serenity

Chant near the blue―
wind breakers. I will pick
you up on a cloud.

The saint was coming
back his abode to see
delphiniums bloom.

A dolphin whistles,
rises in water to kiss
her liberator.


Satish Verma

Glass Cutting

When the cut glass bleeds,
you cannot decide
for yourself, what was the truth of―
occultation?

Fleeing from dark
home of erudition,
trapped in rubble of karma
you want to forget the
pride of sin.

How would you know that
somebody loves you
so intensly that his
water mark does not fade?

Like a titan, a priest
holds you in palm, to protect
you from vicious eyes,
before saying the prayer.

The sun wants to take
a refuge.

Satish Verma

Matters Nothing

Like a cheat love,
moon sail, into the bushes.
I pluck a rose.

Leave me alone
under peach tree for a while.
The moon wants to talk.

Reeling in dark
to meet the guest of lake,
before he jumps.

Satish Verma

Who Gives Up?

Mix the color of moon dust
with the color of earth
you will find―
a fringe of untruths.
No one was left unstained.

Meltdown in harm
way begins, burning yourself―
without flames.

What was your last
awakening? I would ask
myself, waiting for a stretched
night for a long sleep.

The heartbeats miss
with every skip of god's name.
Slices and maneuvers―
become the right of day.

Unpeeling my eyes
I catch my shadow.
A naked truth weeps.

Satish Verma

Expanding The Sky

Something unsaid
will remain between the words.
I pick up the dots.

Drink the rain first.
Dawn will wait behind the moon.
Cobra's hood frightens.

Time was running
out. Boat may run aground.
Sea was my friend.

Satish Verma

A Mauve Wound

A moment's pause
before the death dive,
I look back at stars.

You came as it was
to happen in a dark night,
to embed a pain.

A nowhere slips,
carrying a monolith
of your lineage.

Satish Verma

Diet Of Tears

The kiss of the wasp
still burns on
my lips. I will ask
the love, what was your age?

The words suck
the essence of unspoken
grief, when life turns
around to say goodbye.

When would you breach
the dam and submerge the
desert of beautiful cacti?
They hold the sap of last journey.

Myriad stars compete
with me to know my
worth in dark. A rolling
death of swans has dried up the lake.

Here goes the killer
of songs. Do not start
bidding to live.

Satish Verma

No Coincidence

Pink hollyhocks will
drape silky cloaks in sun,
to be caressed.

The praying mantis―
thanking god, will turn into
blood predator.

Man hesitates―
entering den of a wolf,
to pay the debt.

Satish Verma

Praying Mind

The gnarled fingers
will retrieve the flowing
moon from the river.

Like bristlecone
you stand in hot desert to―
catch the setting sun.

Peace! where will
you find it in dust of
the halted moments?

Satish Verma

Fireballs

The flame singed
the absolute reality.
Every spark connects.

Knives were out.
Hopping towards fiery end,
you walk into the lake.

Provoking a crime
for self, you draw the circle,
become blue moon.

Satish Verma

Thinking Haikus

A philosopher
of ruins, watches the moon
and starts laughing.

Huddled under tree
an avid follower of clouds
waits for the lightning.

The death squad clears
the ground for new arrival
of zealots of stars.


Satish Verma

Blue Triplets

Half waking in red
moon, to seek revenge of
fallen grace of sun.

Was worth the pain of
dying light of meniscus
waiting for songbirds.

Farewell for home―
less, who would not come back
after the sunset.

Satish Verma

Like Haikus

I was not ready
to see the footprints of your
blood in my new poem.

This algorithm,
I will suffer if you don't
listen to subtle signs.

Moon was emerging
like a silent killer of doubt.
Someone draws curtain.

Satish Verma

Strange Maths

I will go as I had
come, and then plunge
into void― betraying myself.

It is very agitated
existence, living with weird,
complicated beings.

With metaphysical
lenses, you become confused
between X and Y and gender was lost.

Dying was difficult
when everybody wants to live.
Human rights become
your property.

Come September and
you dive into depression.
How much money you need to die?

You cannot ape the
speechlessness of moon
standing near your lips.

Satish Verma

Such Was Our Planet

Human tragedies would
walk in, to cross the sounds
of lower world.

The puritan stains
the blackboard with white
alienage.

Plum awards were
granted for quoting fragile
truths to save the lies.

Comewith me and
watch the cruel rapture of
ripping apart the scales of shimmering breaths.

The velocity of cold-blood one day
will give you a feel
of the wrath of angry sea.

The Prophecy runs riot,
I collect my books and search for
the Noah's ark.

Satish Verma

Small Mercies

Who were the derivatives
of hate? When the
counting began, your name
was not there.

Under siege, I was
your prayer. Picking pieces
of violence I went insane.

The wolf climbs
in the last phase of moon.
I was scared to lose you.
Sounds of betrayal were loud.

The human chain caves in,
under brutality of sins.
Nobody was correct in
congratulatory smokes.

It is a slow poisonous
march. We are eating
ourselves like reptiles. The parasites, would
never go hungry.

Satish Verma

Call Of Unseen

Snared by clouds
the crescent moon was swaying,
like a palm tree in a hurricane.

There was no ethnic
divide. My skin was colored
like your lips.

The predator was
on prowl. Don't go near
the pink lake. The animal would want
his pound of flesh.

The plurality was
at stake. I don't need to
burn the evidence. I was the kill.

An extra syllable
will claim the singulant.
You stay in motion
like hummingbird.

I will never be
myself without your
aura.

Satish Verma

I Don't Presume The Truth

I am not in something,
anything. Let the
sanitization begin.

Walking in a dark
tunnel, I had reached near you.
This was not my planet.

I become a stranger in my house.
Brown eyes and the copper―
bullets. Who wants to be placed
in crosshairs.

An unspoken threat
hurts the quorum, to prevent
the downside of earth.

Heartwrenching.
I don't tell. I don't ask.
Watch with eyes shut. How the
blue dreams are destroyed.

How long was the distance
between youand me?

Satish Verma

How To Think

The vision of the past was
blurred. The future doesn't
promise the utopia.

I stop digging
and wait for you,
to restore the trust.

Back to back the
ideologies would suffer. You rustle
the hair of unknown pain.

Nightmares hiss.
I will bite your hand.
Didn't call the stranger.
The reaper will play your game.

Cinders and clouds.
Nobody wins. I unwrap
my book and read your
face again.

Can you see me in dark?
I am burning.

Satish Verma