Painful Beauties

I will touch the body
of your soul. My conscience pricks.
You dived in my poems.

You were my biggest
mate, to become intimate
with flames of forest.

The house burns alone.
Lake feeds the ruined grass.
Horses wait patiently.

Satish Verma

Persecution

I wanted nothing
from you, O prophet
of the holy tomb.
Lie in rest.

The living memory
fails, I look inside the
sepulcher. There were
only dry rosed petals.

At peace in temple of
flagellation. I am catching
blue butterflies.

I go for metaphysics.
Try to deceive myself
and forget the real.

In defining the being,
an angel wants a
pound of flesh.

Nothingness wins.

Satish Verma

Minutes Into Hours

You do not mean, what
you say in dim voice, I
would, what I didn't say.

Light moves abruptly
to kill darkness. I was wounded.
Seeds would germinate?

Half a sun, King moves.
Queen sleeps on the golden bed.
Moon will weep at door.

Satish Verma

Leapfrogging

Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.

Bright planet writes
a poem guiding towards the
truth of wounded time.

Take an old coin, buy
poverty from the hands of god
in weird utopia.

Satish Verma

After Rumi

A secret moon
climbs.
There was a sudden
drop of height.

All along you were
there, inside me―
to hold my tremors.

I will try to recall
a lost call from horizon.

The triangle breaks.
The born, an unborn,
and the maker perish.

Only the designer
will survive.

Satish Verma

On My Self

In windy nights I think,
I think in windy nights, of you―
when the moon looks on.

With otherness I
would wait for you. The being of
my basic instinct.

Come outside of you
unaltered by pure love,
for taking refuge.

Satish Verma

A Poem A Day

I whisper your name,
when breakers crash at shores.
The paper boat sinks.

The hunger was not
a new thing when sun sits,
backyard watching you.

Your smile plays trick.
White pearls sing in moon's ears
to tie golden knot.

Satish Verma

Paradoxical

How to meet crisis,
not accepting any defeat―
this time of pain.

Life was not simple.
My faith, my culture come to grief.
Lift me as a poem.

Why this mystery to live.
You want to remain mute and
I want to go blind.

Satish Verma

Abduction

Riddled with shocks, a
ripening moon, rises in
pain, like wingless bird.

In search of human―
nest, to get back to sanctuary
of tender embrace.

I imagine you
standing at half-open door,
creating a myth.

Satish Verma

Loud Portrait

Inspired by you,
I will write a nameless poem.
Would you sign on it?

Draw one beautiful
art on my lips. I will wipe
out your scalding tears.

Listen to your heart
for trapped voice in cage.
The poem sings to you.

Satish Verma

Two Vistas

Will you survive
in black death of white moon?
Who seeks salvation?

To say or not to
say. Be yourself, write the
pain unmovingly.

Not the slave of the
habit, I will call you to
hang the white flag.

Satish Verma

A Blue Castle

The veiled threat of
black sun and green moon in woods
to start their affair.

How different you
would be walking on dirt road
to meet your shadow.

A starlight colors
your eyes in variant moods.
You laugh and then cry.

Satish Verma

Perceptions

In the dark night, you
look afar― the stars, to know
the Buddha's full truth.

Walking on tiptoes,
sun opens the door gently
to fondle your tresses.

Can you stop your heart―
beats to listen the footsteps
of a beautiful poem?

Satish Verma

Moonset

When you yield to be
my subject, I will go beyond
the moon to propose.

A rendezvous in
the lost Eden of ecstasy
to retrieve footprints.

On the muds of time,
who knows whom we will meet
in the jungle of rains.

Satish Verma

In Orange Sun

Not enough, your love.
You were the most natural
thing happened to me.

Never aging―your
smile, when you walk in grief.
We turned strangers.

Long back there was a
tiff between the two soldiers.
None wanted a kill.

Satish Verma

Some Vigil?

Do not let me say
goodbye. I will pick threads of
tears from slanted eyes.

Not for your sake―
I did make the blue temple.
It chairs my goddess.

Sitting under grape
vine I drink from your orbs.
Don't drop the heavy lids.

Satish Verma

You Are Changing

Don't listen to me.
Do this sin once again.
Ignore the wading moon.

My tentacles search
the shroud of pain. The sea was
very deep in eyes.

In quicksand I was
buried up to neck, the beach
must throw the blue pearls.

Satish Verma

Your Silence

The beast was dead
in my bones. I can't quit
the house of blood.

The spirit remains
young, like the white lily
of the swaying pond.

Can you come out
of yourself and become my
acclaimed prodigy?

Satish Verma

Faces Of God

Would you be one day
my assassin? I don't
want the god to act.

A sacred promise.
I will meet you behind the
sacrificial moon.

Who knows the future―
of bright twinkling stars in sky?
They turn to ashes.

Satish Verma

Why Complain

It was searing
attack of the untamed
blue butterflies.

Light kiss of flame.
Lingers on for centuries
in mind of the victim.

Not a fair game
of loneliness again.
Nobody meets mirror.

Satish Verma

In Amnesias

Not a single line
was written today
on your lips.

End is drawing near.
I am trying to remember
where we had begun.

I want you, to know
yourself and start weaning
away from the moons.

No prosthesis will
work, I will run, run after
the fading sun for the
last kiss.

The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.

Like sandpaper
your hurting throat will
give a long call.

Satish Verma

On Fiery Path

I walk on cobblestones
bare foot to feel the
hot singed earth.

A silver spoon
disrobes you today. The
mongrel had come to sit
at your doorsteps.

Words bring the genocide.

Leonardo da Vinci
sells priceless. Awakening
comes in tattered clothes.

Who was the sitter
for decapitation? Will
you marry the god
in smog?

Take my hand-love,
I am not a candidate
to become farmers.

Satish Verma

Not Afraid Of

I want to quit
the game of skulls
to die better.

A saddened butterfly
holds up the sun
on its frail wings.

On the trembling limbs
a hummingbird moth
hovers in air, to catch the moon.

Who was shy of
tiger lily for whisking
away your mirror?

I will wait for
you, till the hundred
moons come and go.

Like a decoy will
be used to trap
the tall necked peacock.

Satish Verma

In Anguish

Taking me to neverland
you turned me on.
The gypsy moon had smiled.

Disenchanted, the savage
handshake dropped the
lead. My goblet remained
full of black holes.

A cloud will cross the
line. Unrepentant my poems
would lie on hot rocks for baking.

Never made it. The
two small feet home. Still
searching the address of scream.

Ah, the snaky
embrace of the time. It
won't let me go near the lake.

Annihilation. All the
words are reduced to nothing.
Trying to learn the sign language.

Satish Verma

Unclassic

I wanted to fight
with you O golden spirit.
My every pain
was light in your darkness.

Release me for undoing,
this odor. Your absence was
evident, by smoke rising
from burning homes.

Where you want
to take us? How far was
your ancient temple
in the hurting dust and ash?

You will become
untouchable one day living under
the lips, unspoken.

Behind the abnormal
teeth lies lethal tongue.
Take the gift of unknown,
I will go in peace.

Satish Verma

Not An Opus

Gray murder it was,
of the bright sun over the
maple tree. I was falling all over the
crunching yellows.

A dark cloud covers the
hazy vision, of brown eyes,
looking through the walls.
As if you are being buried alive
between dry leaves.

This will be known as
sheet of shame spread
over the shoulders of pain.

I will miss your
sorrow, your grief of
not kissing me in snowfall.

The peaks don't mary.
They stay single in the plateau
of love, not washed out but
broken in hearts.

Am I going to relive
my past in future?

Satish Verma

Deity Speaks

A tryst with handler
of birth and death. To go
near him you need to start
describing yourself.

Let's go for love's
coursing without any
delay. You can have an
advanced encounter with destiny.

Sometimes an undisclosed
secret, hangs low on
your lips, but doesn't spill.

You remain hypnotized
by a mantra, like a stilled
cobra looking straight in
your eyes.

A Tango. You want to
dance with pink butterfly
carrying the rhythm
to fall in love with unseen angel.

Here comes a big NO.

Satish Verma

Some Melodrama

I celebrate not,
the death of my poems.
I will resuscitate to speak
lispingly, at the funeral
of chaste truth.

And the fake news
will fill the
deep pocket of rich to
kill the unborn oaths.

The spring will never
be the same.

Interviewing once
the god of small notches,
you find that there was
some mystery.

The river cries
when meets the salt.
I wanted to honor the ice
sitting on the lips
of moon.

Satish Verma

Trampled Dreams

And the weeping
ashoka like willow, bends down
to pick up the poverty
of Buddha.

You walk in sombre
mood― to reflect on
the improbability of human
psyche.

Why did you go to
beat others in race?
Intend to get the authority?

In uncharted sea
the empire would float the
coat of arms, ruling on the waves.

A soldier dies without
fighting. Hail the victory of
unknown.

A sculpture was wrapped
in bloodied shroud.

Satish Verma

Light Luggage

It was not a random
scent, when honeysuckle
entwines the moon
in evening.

The bewitching smell under your
eyes lingers, till I kiss
it away.

It tumbles out
when the speech fails.
Still I would wake in dark.

Ah, the terror
to remain alive, under
the water of mercy.

Write me off from
the hounded list. I was
walking on the crumbling
leaves of autumn.

Emotions float on
the flames, like the syntax.

Satish Verma

Trying To Remember

A formless charm
waves to make you-
extraordinary. Taking it
too seriously was sin.

Your peers had
written you off for exile for
your incredible likes.

A long journey
took you to a quintessence
lake without borders.
You went like an arrow-
to take a holy dip for salvation.

What happened-
nobody knows. You were
turned into a white dove,
picking up black words.

Lynx eyed, you are
reading your own birth chart,
under the moon,
unliving death.

Satish Verma

Bare-Handed

Can you come like
a violet stream tonight?
I will keep the window ajar.

Blue rain-would
wait for you to
sing the parting melody.

Why you did it
to me in dark, when a
spark was burning the virgin grass.

I will wipe away
the tears of roses. The
yellow vase had broken.

My pain was
very deep, fathomless.
You will not find the floor.

Do me a favour today.
Don't cry.

Satish Verma

Missing Heartbeats

In the madhouse,
after the day of punishment
you walk naked.

Stunned, it was
legalized, pain that will
rule. Never more than pain
of peers was to be accepted.

Would you like to
rest under the palm tree
in scanty shade?

Utopia was no more
in our vision. You invent
scary contraptions stealing from
tribal myths.

Let me not mourn for
myself. Renaissance
reverts. Who was changing
the history?

Not political, my despair
was for you.

Satish Verma

A Narrative

A giant tear rolls
on the face of moon
and intend to ask, why did you crave for
the thing which you
don't get.

And then you would
smile to match the burning
lakes in the eyes of the distant star.

A void was coming up in
strange rituals. How will you
make a temple of panacea?

The hysteria erupts
in a mud dance, to plant the
lotus seeds, kissing water of god.

Smokeless flames
rise from the nameless
fire of the savage embrace.

Forthrightly a poem was ready to be boon.

Satish Verma

Invisible Stains

Words throw us
apart in the desert of
eyes, where no rains
come now.

Misty lips don't
leave the imprints on
the frozen face.

It was very cruel
of times. We watch together
but don't speak
from wound to wound.

When you don't own me,
will not call the hangman.
Ropes were very weak.

Come November,
I will ask the sun to cool.
Moonlight was becoming hot.

A snake dithers,
before it puts its fangs
in the chest of sleeping moon.

Satish Verma

Not A Punishment

You need a bit
of grit to walk straight.
The nakedness failed in sun.

The bubble forgets its shape,
bursts in laughter. There
was no violence in retreating
famous quotes.

It was more than
a dream. The wild pursuit
of your footprints brings bliss.

Fight was on, for not
to be or isness. I cannot
turn away from my
inner voice, the divine truth.

I remember your
face in setting sun. Distracted,
drenched in black tresses
like a wandering moon.

I wouldn't become guilty.

Satish Verma

Blood And Bones

A body of fear
blooms like the desert.
The bizarre womb
delivers the virgin
son.

The Earth moans,
I will not send the moon
across the continents.

How two persons
can live in one body?
It was a blood feud.

You walk into
your ancestral home,
where you died in the corner
of dark room.

Where the mirror
was placed? I don't
remember. I climb the
attic to cover the bones
of father.

When we will get
the judgment? The city
burns again.

Satish Verma

Caretaking

A witch-hunting
starts, when you become
invisible from the centre
of trinity.

I ask the stranger,
what you hide from the
stars of galaxy?

When I am finally
alone. I will encounter your
ghost to know your intent.

For god sake do not go insane.
Word-by-word, I will read
your history of becoming
human.

Swimming like a
seahorse in water, your
pain stands erect like
a totem to build
your own kind.

Satish Verma

Count Down

Everlasting-
revelation. As if
a vampire was made up
of stars.

The spooking
tilts. I remake
myself as one of the
last voices.

This street goes
nowhere.You must
search yourself
to find your cessation.

Clock over
clock. Time does not
move without a
murder daily.

The democracy
lives. Somebody
laughs behind
the bars.

Satish Verma

Thoughts Swim

In moon-hung
sky, I repeat the
sacrilege of forgetting
my autumn.

The detachment,
the unholiness, lacerate
the bloody marks.
Clouds do the scary things.
I panic. Something rings the bell
in head.

The trees go into
delirium tremens, drinking their own sap.
A new Milky Way was taking
shape. You don't want to
move the crescent.

October is ending.
The bridge will become icy.
You let go the unspoken
words to build a phrase, that
glitters like a sword.

I bear the loss. Accept
you with all the fringes.

Satish Verma

Creation Of A Myth

When your name
drops in the wish lake
like a golden ring as numen,
I accept my defeat.

Like nanoprints, permeating
in my every poem.

Here I catch a swaying
scent to locate your
home in the jungle of denials.

Till my script is
completed, I will explore
all my options not to forget
you even for once.

Will you make it
easy for me to stop the tortuous
self-flagellation?

Who was better of
us with a magic wand
to turn either into a statue?

Satish Verma

Deceiving None

After the death of the dark,
in the way you wore
your smile, I asked you to
see me at dawn, before the
sun rises.

A star is born,
you take on the moon.
I embrace my poem.

You own the candle.
I was the flame.
The light pays homage.

A timeless pain
still follows you in woods
to stitch the womb.

You have to run
away from the wolves
to save the doves.

There were no more allusions.


Satish Verma

Triage

We should go and
meet the fire god to release us
free from the moment
of truth.

In space you want to
weave a daydream, making
me ready for the kiss of destiny.

This was the journey
of bliss unlocked from
the dark tunnel of sinless prayers.

Will you plant some
seeds on the palm of future?
The barefoot
refugees want to divide
the body of water.

We go thirsty when the
rains come. Why
of red color.
Were there predatory clouds?

Satish Verma

Post Stasis

A river boiled
underneath me. How
did you pull me out?

You were doing
my vision, my thinking.
My pink bruises bleed.

A word drops out
of my poem. You pick it up
to recite the name.

The scented breath,
and a hanging tear drop
deflect in moonlight.

Sailing through the black
mountains, the golden eagle
makes a dive.

Dream merchants
are ready to sell the last
painting of blind artist.

Satish Verma

Other Name Of Truth

I shut the door,
unwanting any exit
from the choked cries.

Like solar winds will
become predatory searing all
the tender buds.

No moon water
will wash the face of
root questions asking healing
replies.

I will not leave
you alone on the burning deck.
A dark night
follows the sparks to give
birth to a moon.

An exoplanet was
ready to go into smoke
if you don't melt.

Satish Verma

Sudden Lights

Small things in
twilight haze, become colored
Yellow, red, blue.

Sparklers in your eyes
shimmer in absence of foster
gods. I come to take
you back home.

There was no negative pulse.

In the middle of
ocean exists a volcano
dating the explosions daily.

A city grows
in your trembling eyes. Of your grief
there was no beginning, no end.

Jumping the flames
someone grips your hand
to help you search
yourself.

A chunk of fate
takes you to the sacred peak.

Satish Verma

Some Smiles

Kissing the colored
glass reflection, seeking
a bounty hug.
I was hungry and you were
parched.


There was a beautiful
pain of obscuring you from a
distance and smelling
your fleshy
indelible presence.

A humane sense
amongst the beasts to
preserve the fossil
egg. An avis ancestor
smiles.

Your cuddling hurts.
Where was the slaughterer,
who pinches the god
to send more innocents-
the hunted?

Satish Verma

An Abstract End

Why the naked cells of
heart- were fearing exposure
of blood pain?

The poem at midnight speaks itself
without throwing signs unto
the moon.

The night slaughter,
of beautiful dreams begins
in the hands of the
dead light.

There was no myth
of mercy. You cannot exonerate
yourself for not jumping
over the vipers.

The venom spreads
slowly, reaching the distant
thoughts which were buried
in wet eyes.

A red scarf
covers the blue lips.

Satish Verma

Standing In Queue

How deep was
the lake at sunset-
where my life trailed
from beach to beach?

My animal inside
was dead.
Do you believe in
reincarnation?
I will embrace the non-violent
palm.

It was the carnage
of moment. The brutality of
its strength casts spell.

There was a quick
about-face. Dark night
will paint your face
with stars.

Becoming a drunk
survivor of your grace
I am blunting
my pain.

Satish Verma

The Meaning Tremble

You were tied
to weird questions,
since the saga began.

Praise your maker, look
how do I kill me, by
raising you- bit by bit?

I was riding a tiger.

In truth what was
not possible, when the
palace burned?

Who will explain
the intrigue,
the mystery of disappearance
when the eyes can
see through.

Small, too small
to make a hole in the heart
a piquant word,
which bleeds the poem.

Satish Verma

Green Wounds

You have your own
words, hired from my
lips. Ad libbed I will
go dumb.

There was instant
empathy with fireflies.
They don't sing while burning.

It was a highlitened
pain, when I moved my
dark fingers on your
white skin to write a poem.

Who was picking
marbles after breaking
the glass windows?

Love was not
a job to be completed.
It makes you immortal
in your grave.

Is this was my
punishment? I will not
see your hands?

Satish Verma

Runaway Modesty

Let's go incognito
to meet our enemies,
hiding behind the slogans
and clichés.

Stay what you
are inside, and fight
your demons blindfolded.

The roses are
turning black, without
stigmas.

Can you wash your
face with my tears and kisses,
back-and-forth?

Thorns can also be
tender, when you go to sleep
talking to moon.

Keep my charm
on your bracelet. One day.
I will come in rebirth.

Satish Verma

Stillness Prevails

Your mind in ruins,
body moves like a fish
in my embrace.
My pain were you.

We are a mixed
breed, stealing the
smiles from the face of
moon and sun.

In a mood swing
you search a white rose
with pearly dew drops.
A cry pierces the earth.

A fist becomes mascot.
There would be
no comeback. I will give
you a gift of hijab
ready to steal the titan.

Come if you can,
barefoot on cinders.

Satish Verma

Travesty Of Stars

Wanted to resurrect,
to say something.
Wouldn't find the right words.

A non-fiction story develops.
There was no game.

A scented feel wears,
a body. You want to tattoo
the name of a fairy,
that wears a mask.

You walk with death
on the road to meet the
violence. The road doesn't end.

Sky will follow you
till you jump on the red sea
to fight with sun in
dawn of tears.

Why the moon hides
behind the clouds of guilt?

Satish Verma

Some Fairy Tale

Out of dream,
it readies you to perform
a yajna to eject the
darkness.

After sacrifice
the show of strength comes.
You start the wiper to
remove the spots from
your limbs.

While killing the
truth, you never knew that
stains would become
stigmas.

You need nitrus oxide
or psilocybin to ease
the depression.

It makes money
when you sell the wounds.
After all the weapons
were sent for that.

Satish Verma

Taking Sand Bath

You don't wish to
become involved with yourself-
until the enigma was
unlocked.

You speak allusively,
when I ask for the
embrace of blind pains.

I don't remember
when you enticed me under
the weight of guiltless
surrender.

Moon drops a word.
Lake drinks a potion.
The clouds gather.

I read a poem.
Mystery deepens.

I was not ready to crumble,
you will not melt in moonlight.

Nobody opens the door.

Satish Verma

Wholeness

Like deportation
in distant waters, still I
believed myself.

Living in a hole
all my life, understanding
moonrise on lake.

Who gave me the kiss
of roses- pink, black, yellow
colors of the eyes?

Satish Verma

Not Like Me

You wanted to say
something, I was paper
and I was the ink.

Give me your dark
robe, I will stitch the moon
against the rainfall.

Last night it was a
blood soaked fight between
two smoking eyes.

Satish Verma