Many Injuries

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

Satish Verma

Consecrating Muse

The big toe
like some ego, breaks the syntax.
You cannot climb the poem.

Time knows,
whom to possess, when the thought
moves out of the mind.

Words were missing
from your teeth. You won't
bite the moon.

Black lips print
a kiss on white forefront, intersecting
past and future.

You learn to
become still in witch hunt
of a lost thread of sacred kill.

Indeed you discover
Yourself, reading the myth of modern
Sisyphus and floating rock.

Satish Verma

Emptiness

What would you like
to wear, when oracle's
prophecy comes true.

Temple of pure love
was coming up, but there
was no deity.

You wouldn't think,
what I was thinking often.
Last night I slapped myself.

The black moon
rattles, after its message
goes into flames.

Can you talk
in piecemeals, surrounded
by smokescreen of words?

A baby nightingale
sings awkwardly. There
were clouds, no rains.

Satish Verma

Disturbances

How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?

Show me the spirit
once. The streak,
the clouds.

I will leave my
footprints in rose-garden
for you to follow my scent.

Neighborhood of
stilts. I wanted to stand
erect in marshes.

The time shrinks,
when you grow old. Years
come and go with generosity.

Take off the frame
of your mind. I wanted
to read your last wish.

Satish Verma

Fighting One Another

What was your dharma
while sharing an occult?
A weird thought flees
from the landslide of eyes
to find an alter ego.

Half home was not
needed. A blue lake freezes.
I will never ask you to come back.
Let the sun melt all the dreams.

The littered words
start anarchy. You cannot
pick the vague meanings of
wild verbalism. Moon sinks
in sea to lick the wounds.

I feel a presence.
Jessamine's smile.
A bright planet was going to
take birth. Nobody wants
to be left behind. I take the pen.

Satish Verma

Mode Of Slaughtering

Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line―
not to become carnivore.

The gorge was deep.
I turn cold. The echo of
silence boomed in fatherless
seeds of mercy.

I will warn myself,
and ask why was there transcendence,
when the impulse was
to hang?

Thinking of truth
was difficult. Your footsoles
develop blisters. No home
was in sight.

Accepting the challenge
you start searching the
temples where deities were
dismembered.

Satish Verma

To Know Not To Know

Keep the passion
to reach the moon.

One day the unspeaking
tongue will reveal―

the heart of the terminally
ill earth.

How often you create
new verbs between death
and birth of democracy.

Two sides of a coin. You
take turn to kiss the hands
of benevolent god.

The missed heartbeats
will search the language
of anonymous.

Why do you want to
go unsung?

Satish Verma

From The Ancient Lips

Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me
about the octopuses
and aliens?

There were two
offshoots of pain. One comes
from the sea and
other from damp eyes.

We always think
of salt and fidelity to
describe the characters of
disintegrating man.

I am very restless
to understand me, when
you speak of the future
of space between black
and white.

Will you ever drink
hemlock with me participating
in yagna of human beliefs?

Satish Verma

Being The Untruth

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal
in my courtyard to
ignite me.

A splitting image
to prove that the ontogeny
will not repeat the history.

Sun tilts to spite
the magic of rainbow
in the eyes of Ovid.

This was the moment
of love between gun and
the bleeding poems.

Perhaps the exiled
poet's error becomes a sage
to spread the incense of erotica.

The vampire opens
the wings to go for benign bites.

Satish Verma

Being The Untruth

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal
in my courtyard to
ignite me.

A splitting image
to prove that the ontogeny
will not repeat the history.

Sun tilts to spite
the magic of rainbow
in the eyes of Ovid.

This was the moment
of love between gun and
the bleeding poems.

Perhaps the exiled
poet's error becomes a sage
to spread the incense of erotica.

The vampire opens
the wings to go for benign bites.

Satish Verma

I Want Bliss

I don't want to
be a winner. My words
are bleeding.

A dangerous god
manipulates the universe.
Everything will come to dust
and ice.

What does the silence
say? You need to erect a
god's temple on funeral ground?

Donate your blood
for heaven's sake. The
oceans are boiling.

Such wisdom of
no use? Stop thinking to
invade the stars.

Perhaps the burning days
will forgive us.

Satish Verma

Not Being With Self

A danger looms
large, permeating in
eyes, arms and legs.

This was an
ethnic divide of the body
for different hurts.

My voice doesn't
reach you. Still I was
calling you from thick fog.

Some galaxies are
half-eyed. Come follow me,
I will show you a burning comet
with a heart of ice.

Dust takes revenge.
One day burning glass
will ask the price of living.

I knew you will
attack from within to
become a ghost.

How much less
I knew?

Satish Verma

From Comfort To Pain

From within, a
fawned virtue follows
the breath, I spell
your name.

The cymosed
surrender at the feet
of a tall god was disgrace.
I will know the incoming stranger.

Spotless in dark,
your words breed. There
was something mysterious
displaying the grains in daylight.

I will count the golden
rings, in your pink eyes
becoming a ghost.

A wrong step in a
right moment, you become
a prisoner of a cell, with
no key.

From the ending
a new race begins.

Satish Verma

Exiting Fog

Water has no feet.

With cupped hands,
I will pick up
the crying baby.

When stars
go to sleep, I hear you
in dark, wandering
like amusk deer.

In a book
I will keep your eyes.
When you cradle in
Selene's arms, my thoughts
will catch a poem.

Once your mind
was not occupied with
my image, a fly of poison
bit me.

I was never the same again.

Satish Verma

Goodbye Moon

No time was left
to call you to bring in
black rose to ward off
the ill omen.
Garden was burning.

Between the dense
smoke and golden flames,
blood moon was disappearing
like brisk pain.
Nothing matters now.

I had kissed your
hand only once, before
the door was shut. The
lips would count the poems
we didn't share.

Clouds come, clouds
go. The story ends
of rags to riches. The riches
of knives become blunt.
The Beekeeper was dead.

Satish Verma

Levy Increased

The footman was
unseen. I assume, the
new democracy comes
into being.

A steady stream
of thoughts, spread wordlessly.
You feel only the plodding.

The river knows
the integrity of banks. They
won't cave in dry spell.

The rainbow digs in.
There were no arrows
to shoot down the moon.

Time will teach you.
You can't hold on
the realization alone. It
was late to pull back the strings.

Trying to become you.
Nonplussed, still wanting
me to hold on.

Satish Verma

Without Claws

When the hurting
fails to speak, tribalism wins,
without a shine.

When I hold your
hand, you wanted to know
the ethics of our sins.

Then you bend in dream
like the circinate frond
or maidenhair, to kiss
my bleeding toes.

For you someone
would be falling apart. Take care
of him to the death of night.

The body will meet
the dust one day, to understand
life and come back to
unload the virtues.

Not you, not me
we all are superficial.

Satish Verma

Splinters Of Ice

Do not punish yourself
devastatingly;
as long as I am not
turned into stone.

The display must
not be invoked. Go gingerly
in the lake of two wills.

Grief should not be
grey. In wilderness you
will find the support
of thick-lipped ghosts.

Pithy muscles
back the yellow rocks enigma.
Moon always comes to sleep
in the arms of blue sky.

Not the pathfinder,
I would become your path.
Let the celebrations begin.

Satish Verma

There Was Only One Love

The future looks like
an asylum. Incarcerated,
the muscular planet
will breach the trust.

How will you receive
the guest at the door if
there was no light?

This was not my
hour. Confessor was not
ready to bring out
the knife.

Venus flytrap
with hinged jaws waits
to catch the landing victim.
Where was the moon?

Tasting life as
an archeologist, picking
the ruins slowly,
slowly.

Satish Verma

Benign Guilts

Will you maintain
fidelity in a time of war,
when the stars were burning?

Extravagantly, I paint
the moon blue
on your pale face.

Unspeakable was
the terror. You never had
the nightmare to
frighten the sculptor.

The race will never
end. Nobody wants to
be defeated by a savior
in the province of clovers.

Who would forget the black rock,
from where we
jumped onto the flames?

Satish Verma

Asking For Validation

Playing the double life,
coming apart at―
the seems.

I was thinking aloud the death of a
supernova, and here
an araucaria burns out.

Hands unknown,
someone mixes the cards
of your fortuity, and you
become very rich.

You couldn't carry
your happiness and crashed
on stairs, like embedded
in quicksand.

I regard this a
slaughter in broad daylight.
Sun was pierced by a
blistering eye.

Satish Verma

Your Generosity

The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns.

My language does't
speak. My agony will describe
the authentic death.

It is a long prose.
One eye sticks out from
the socket to read clearly.

The see-through veil
leaks the story, which can't
be taken to the beautiful
end.

First you grill the
moon, then ask for the
slanted answer. Love takes
off the makeup.

How long the poems
will cry?

Satish Verma

Encased In Amber

I always walk
a thinking moon. One day
I will ask him how to release
the destiny encased
in amber of your eyes.

One day you should
paint me blue, when the
sun sets on the lake for
a final dip.

My grey skin
melts in your hands to
interpret the viscosity of
trembling heart.

Don't give any
testimony against the unseen
murder of a golden deer
drinking water from
your cupped hands.

Satish Verma

Touching Bottom

I refuse to underrate
the fog, its arithmetic,
bleaching the dark
words in twilight.

Indelible memory.
You don't behave yourself
writing furiously the names
of god in air.

Song was tongueless.
You could hear the nuances
of cords in rhythm.
Without listening you go
into bliss.

The blue rocks. Black birds
come in groups to commit
shared suicide on the
burning earth.

Satish Verma

Perception Failed

Don't give words to
thoughts. Terror begins.

Your painful past turns to future,
of live skeletons.
What life will give to me,
when I am getting
ready for long journey?

Collecting peacock
blue to write your name
on the trunks.

Moon nods,
I ask for a favour to
make me sleep in moonless night.

The silence speaks
in humility. Nothing was left
to have a meaning.

From the temple deity
disappears.

Satish Verma

Turn Me Over

Not afraid of any
wrath, I was quiet at the
end of beginning to hold on.

Won't squeeze,
if you bring me to flames
to track the grace of
a dying sun.

Inappropriate―
a queer look of the moon, when
the eyes were dead and
lips were moving.

Venus explodes
in the spirit of eternal star.
There was no philosophy of
daring fire. It was very cool.

The queen cobra
raises its hood to strike
the milky way for
raising the lust.

Satish Verma

Pride Fall

The yellow rose
looks like having the same
genome as that of you.

Bending like a stem
of weeping willow.

I will leave
before dawn, when the Venus
prepares to become
Joan of Arc.

The fog sits in
your eyes. A blue veil
covers the contours of
flickering tears.

At the window
the moon waits for
final call of sun to leave
the dominion of light.

A bulge wants to leave
the shadows of broken walls.

Satish Verma

The Cobra Kiss

Dying inside, every
day, inch by inch, to save
the silent lips.

Only the moon will see
the weird verbalism of
a narrative.

We are the gypsies,
restless, homeless― traveling
in the shadows of stars.

The act was
suicidal. You were always
talking to wind that
would never listen.

Trick of game
was frivolous. You would
sleep in moonlight alone.

The gossips morphed.
You were an angel without
wings, wandering on hills
crying.

Satish Verma

Arctic Tears

Would you become
my plaque one day?
Unknowingly, unspoken?

Blue poppies will come
without footfalls and kiss
the dust of memory lane.

We will cry together,
unopening the lesions,
between the flesh and bones.

The essence drips in―
the flask, drop by drop.
Reading the urns of pain,
to be buried alive.

The search of other
moons will not start till
the spell of unknown
deity breaks.

The migration ends.
Blackbirds were coming home.

Satish Verma

Synaesthesia

Amygdala gives you
space. Rage implodes.
Hottest day gives a blast.

Burn, burn, O leaky
night. You suck the moon
with dust. Language
slips.

How will you invite
rains, without nightingale,
who had left for a
quantum revenge?

Visuals haunt. Ash
will fly. An old touch comes
back. Everything looks blue.

I start collecting old coins.

Satish Verma

Afraid Of Suffering

Feeding the mouth
of fire with tribal love.
My contextual wait―
for the pledge begins.

You come as an
accused, wearing the
veil of moon to explain―
the vanishing act.

The purple nails
scratch the scented skin
to bring out the red,
flowing love.

If you become
beautiful in praise of
moment, I will bring
the burning moth.

The vicious bell rings again.

Satish Verma

Listen

Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet
in the dominion of words.

Wade the cool waters.
Your concepts become clear
I will give you a call from the boat
in deep sea.

Ah, this was embryonic
pain to bear the rape of truth.
This poverty's debt will
never be paid back.

Too far, the horizon
sinks in the arms of moon.
The condensed tears will―
read their own story.

The contours of broken
life will change.

Satish Verma

The Eternal Itch

One eyed closed
I would never know you.
Tormented― you have
to come out of your skin.

Time-lapses backward.
I draw the boundary
on sands to invite the invisible.
I know you would never come.

I shake hands with moon
in green valley of begonias.
There is no roof, no sky.
Only colored foliage of dreams.

Like deaf and dumb weavers
singing an autumn song.
Cuckoo will sing no more.
Tapestry was badly ruined.

Do butterflies laugh?

Satish Verma

Stretching The Wrinkles

To get a feel of
love for the jinx, unwrapping
the gift of dying.

I will not touch you, but
will catch your voice
and stop aging.

Come anonymously at
dusk and light the moon.
I will wait for you in dark.

Who was the criminal
in giving away the skin
of black moments?

One day behind the moon,
I will meet you
somewhere in storm.

At the centre
of gravity lies the ignominy
of black hole. Come and
let's make new stars.

Satish Verma

Hold Your Breath

Something was always
missing. I wouldn't
recognize me.

In my quietism,
I dig out the words, that
would give me otherness.

The ocean accepts
the martyrs of woody frames.
Fuel was not sufficient
to burn them.

Moon sizzles in
black fumes. Pure cotton
was needed to make wicks.
There will be a night vigil.

Where the crowd assembles.
I will present the thoughts
of a wandering soul
of unknown prophet.

Satish Verma

Subtractive Pains

Today you are a king
in sunlight, stalking the moon
in rainy dark night.

*

Staying innocent―
in pursuit of happiness,
living with wolves, beasts.

*

Celebrating
dawn, before sun rises to
melt down your dreams.

Satish Verma

Half Sinned

We will talk about
life and death, standing on
the track in dark.

*

Do not reach anywhere
untouching spots on hands
where sparks kindle.

*

Do you want to wash
out your sins, kissing the
black rocks of moon?

Satish Verma

Black Dreams

Authentically
open your palm for me to
print my signature.

*

You look straight
through me to find a mirror
reflecting moon.

*

The thoughts don't
die, playing a game with
a second suicide.

Satish Verma

End Of Beginning

The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.

*

Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.

*

Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.

Satish Verma

Entirely Virtuous

How we had started
hiding from each other, your
green lies and my dark truths.

*

Moon had crossed my
path when sea was boiling and
you― searching a boat.

*

Who saves the tears,
when there was cloudburst, in
last leg of journey.

Satish Verma

In Self-Being

Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.

*

Can you devour the―
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying―
every one in cold?

*

The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.

Satish Verma

Youought To Know

Do you want to say
few words before the night
falls on silent credos?

*

Space was shrinking.
We can't breath in gory demo.
Back to back you want.

*

For moonrise in red
sky. There were shadows under
the weeping willows.

Satish Verma

On Other Moons

Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line
on your forehead.

*

One-eyed moon
leaves the body, takes a
dip in holy lake.

*

A miracle was diva.
Your eyes. There was a big
tug of war today.

Satish Verma

Bed Of Stings

Unconsciously―
you take on the impossible.
What is left, was yours.

*

Creed suffers. Pen wins.
Religion buys a new god.
You won't remember.

*

Bring the semi-truths,
lies bloom, among the converts.
Who was the original?

Satish Verma

No One Cares

The dark side of moon
simmers. There was an outbreak
of romance on planet.

*

Ah, the senile edge of
twilight! Which way the light will go
to shine dry humor?

*

Shall we change ourselves
in dim hope of rebirthing
of our ancient gods?

Satish Verma

Asking For Pardon

Invite the hemlock.
In my end, you begin to climb.
Not political.

*

You let out gossips
for me to sort out pebbles
to prove narcissism.

*

Let the waves come. I
will stay at the bay to watch
the sea to go on fire.

Satish Verma

Venomous Bites

Pain on pain, how to
teach your being, when you curl
like a still reptile.

*

Won't be able to feel
you in moonlight, when it was
snowing pin drop.

*

You stay with me like
a strawberry mark. I will try,
write a name there on.

Satish Verma

Mission Aborted

Walking in sleep at
night with large steps like a
colossus on earth.

*

Measuring the planet
to find shelter for unbearable pain
of suffering souls.

*

Some chaste efforts
will take you to a deep hole
to displace the satan.

Satish Verma

Listening To Sky

Keeping the end at bay,
spurning advances in dark,
going for a witch-hunt.

*

For the truth. The man and
the beast were one. You will not cry
for the sake of progeny.

*

The swift fall of pen
breaks the barriers. There was no
one to read the scriptures.

Satish Verma

God Was Helpless

Perpetual war
with smoking candles and blue
darkness in eyes.

*

Paper boats floating
on tears to show the white flag
to foes for surrender.

*

Ash on the palm leaves,
and blood stains on cooing doves,
tell the house still burns.

Satish Verma

In Numbed Mind

The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.

*

I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.

*

Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.

Satish Verma