Pure Like Flames

Time knocks you
down O love. Why are you
always in my thoughts?

Death and life were
two sides of the coin, in
attendance of king.

No one was a slave.
I walk on my footpath
to reach my truth.

Is it the end of
the tale, as a prelude to
unchanging tragedy?

Irreparable was
the loss of virtue. I will never
be rich of new words.

Satish Verma

Unseeking

It was darkest
night, when truth died.
Who will move the first step?

Rocks were older
than man. Don't throw the stones
on real roses. They bleed.

Ghosts were collecting
the black bones of peers.
They had long arms.

Don't ape my suffering.
I am always hurt on small
things. Weather is changing.

The contrast is deep.
Wash your hands before touching
the goddess. She smiles in sleep.

Satish Verma

Reapers Are Here

God was right.
A wispy sin was must
in ethics of love.

The silent thoughts
revolt against the underlines.
From black to red.

Star-gazing was
on increase. Mannequins come
down for handshakes.

So far and so near.
How do I touch you O invisible.
An immortal was dying.

Beehive hides the
queen from the sun. Moon
shiners want to drop shutters.

Satish Verma

God It Kills

Get to take call,
I will follow myself― and
open the old wound.

Of conscience.
The veins of leaves will knit
the face of a brute.

Ready to violate
November. The dilemma in
waves of lake rises.

How to pick cotton
flowers to celebrate snowfall.
We have reached moon.

Is that you, I
ask my poem, can you maintain
the purity of dawn?

Satish Verma

Body Was Temple

I was so shattered.
What was your truth in
saving human fall?

It was all fake.
Few minutes before death,
a sample of god speaks.

You bury your dreams,
saying mantras to appease
the godforsaken land.

First I used to fight
with my father and now I am
fighting with my son.

Values are changing
I cannot jump out of boat.
It is sinking, sinking.

Satish Verma

Divine Losses

I am defeated
by myself. My weaponless
democracy has failed.

By your own dignity
you carry a burning coal
in your hand to teach posterity.

A voiceless assault
of neoreligion spikes the truth
of armless lies.

Mountains want to
move. We have lost our
script of wordless commentry.

I say take away
my dead gods. Robots will
sit in temples of no gods.

Satish Verma

Winter Tales

Blood suckers were
always bound by veins. Man
becomes very small.

Spitting venom was
a style. You walk precariously
on strings to hide hunger.

Don't look at the
moon. Life will treat you very badly.
Give me shovel to unearth god.

You cannot erase
the name of an angel forgetting
to resuscitate his lover.


What was the thrill
of burning witch hazels when
blood was still flowing?

Satish Verma

Don't Grieve For Me

Far away was your
home. Do I give you to
moon from love to pyre.

I myself make me
cry in loneliness of strange
words. Nightshade stabs.

Nude picture of
nasty stings were ready to
slice you half and half.

The nebulae would
blind you to tract the alien's
footprint on your chest.

My thumbmark was
sufficient to give
order of beheading of black roses.

Satish Verma

Pain Of Surrender

How not to break, I ask.
Will you give me a hug
in absence?

It is very dark
night. After stealing me, when
will you drink the moon?

Each word becomes
a snake, writhing to devour
the bodyless truth.

The fall has come
again. I am walking on dry,
pink leaves to recall you.

One day me and you
will meet again after melting inside.
Life may find a surprise.

Satish Verma

A Renaissance

Infidelity knows
how to make fire. Shared
truth carries a tiny coffin.

Under the god's
tree I pray for you. Life will
not see the face of black moon.

The nudity of sun
hurts. The distance cannot
be reduced in blue pain.

Between why and
how lies the primordial
question. Where the truth lives?

Roll me over on
burning coals. The stones
were not able to break mirror.

Satish Verma

Repeating Pain

Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.

It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.

Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.

A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.

The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.

Satish Verma

Deep Inside

You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.

Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.

You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.

Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.

Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.

Satish Verma

When Truth Was Exhumed

In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.

O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.

To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?

It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.

No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.

Satish Verma

It Was My Pain

Behind your time
assassin walks
I will sit in a wake.

You had many
faces. The slave value
was increasing.

The impact craters
were coming up in dark
morning of realization.

Harmony suffers.
Explosions come from sky, as
if two stars have collided.

The frail peace
always grieves at the end
of the embraces.

Satish Verma

How Much Certain You Were?

Not reached anywhere.
In finding the meaning of life
a shadow falls in mirror.

Wanted to pick
your mind. Quantum leaps
in blood-stained feet.

Walking under foliage,
I don't understand why you
wouldn't taste the fruit.

What was the
brilliant thought to solve the
daily tragedy of life?

You want to become
forgetful in the crowd littered
with golden swords.

Satish Verma

In Cupped Lakes

How will you call
me, when I was invisible?

The whole thing
of burning ghat turns
into ash, from which
the Phoenix will rise.

Who was this
diva standing on my path?

Sun, time and
flames ripen the smile.
The sentence was heavy
to prove the fidelity.

This story is different
from the myth of Sisyphus.

The bird was flying
towards the sun. Moon
weeps to open the secret
of embracing a yajna.

Satish Verma

Saviour Was Sad

Moon strips in
grey hours, to transcend
the scream of virgin pain.

Too proud to
knock the door of locked
colossus of retreat.

The anniversary
has the solemn occasion
to pay homage to flint.

First poem was
written for unborn you
in my turbulent life.

The stranger now
walks alone in wilderness
to find you.

Satish Verma

Space Walk

Lynching
by majoritarian
the hiss from a full belly.

Of human behavior,
wanting to bring drastic
change in space & time.

You were punishing
yourself. Would not align
the ends. The vision fails.

Hard days.
Vagabonds don't beat
the brows for moon.

The emptiness
prevails. Dreams are made of
flesh and bones, but don't walk.

Satish Verma

Where Will You Go?

Not a doomsday
O hardened life, I cannot
read you like a Rosetta stone.

You walk under
Jacarandas to become purplish
blue without moony touch.

The scented air
brings meltdown, I rise
the candle to count the tears.

A trembling prayer
dries on your lips. A university
of love burns in eyes.

An orange color
abducts the clouds for a forced
marriage with sun.

Satish Verma

Dust Under Feet

I have come back
to myself, after
immeasurable loss.

I will give a call
to my alpha mate in sky,
to ameliorate my sin.

You had given me
pain. The difference between
pen and paper was the ink.

Not maleficent, we
were returning to war
in trenches.

This life had been
too much. Not more than
an honest penance.

Satish Verma

Priest Writes On Wall

Looking at picture
writing on the face, I will
search myself in you.

I want you take
baby steps after the encounter
with the lost horizon.

The flora, the fauna
of your psyche, illustrates
a sculpture in action.

The blue eyes the
wait for the snake charmer
to bring the vipers kiss.

The pain of dying
at the door of unopened
fort will arrest the vibes.

Satish Verma

Deciphering

Trying to meet the
best of you, after seeking
nothing. Two halves never sleep.

Silently creeping,
glaciers were ready for
meltdown. Earth breaks.

Into tears. I don't
want to think, to speak. Staring
at you finding fault in sun.

The poetry seeks
some answers for unknown
questions, sitting in wilderness.

The moon aborted
twice to land on earth,
to search for the namesakes.

Satish Verma

We Will Not Come Back

Was it a death trap?
You were staring unblinkingly
at the black hole.

I will not play with
the dirty words. I will pray
you shouldn't make it.

The child cries. Wolf
gets away with a big chunk
of flesh of earth.

Satish Verma

Over Your Dream

When I pined for
you, you were lost in open
space. Something―

Dies inside me
daily. I watch daring fall
of pride to kill sun.

Let it be dark now
on this side of moon. Clouds
cover the shame.

Satish Verma

Watching A Miracle

You want to go
extinct, dying of love
hormone. I will

Be strong to honor
the dignity of the human
patience in flames.

It hots up. The wild
conflict, between give and
take of god's kiss.

Satish Verma

No Complaints

Moon was looking
in my eyes. Time to sink my
ship coming apart.

Sunset was visible.
Don't want to give a chance
to write off pen.

Ironic. Shifting
away from peace. Why turn
to black hole?

Satish Verma

Between Whips And Tether

Listen to silence
of pain of heart, where
sun cannot reach.

Write to me a letter
in calligraphy. I want to
sleep in words arms.

I will not explore
any relationship for any
amorous signs.

Satish Verma

Travesty Of Truth

Lips collide. I
smear the memories on
your forehead.

Will you wake up
one day for me to rewrite
the mercy of wounds?

How shall we meet
before or after the demise
of cooling sun?

Satish Verma

The Saga Of Breakup

The sage of tree
sits cross-legged under the
shade of dilemma.

Would you pray for
me when the thick forest
of hope catches fire?

Between mantras and
peace, comes the bifid tongue.
Half truth and half lie.

Satish Verma

My Hymns

A decent price, less than
wages of pain. I have readied
myself for sacrifice.

There was a warning
of earthquake after the bush fires.
Gods were very angry.

My throat hurts, word
by word. I cannot sing, cannot
read writing in water.

Satish Verma

Playing Chess

You have lost
the innocence. Rainbow
will spread the news.

Word's power splits
the enigmas. The pain connects
the blood of limbs.

The yellow roses
grieve for the silken hold
of dying charisma.

Satish Verma

The Trial

The contradiction
of winds on the tall dome
gives luxury of fall.

You step into fire,
and walk through the flames
to test the truth.

Threadbare life
was beautiful. There was
nothing left to give.

Satish Verma

Leaves Are Changing Colors

There was no
blasphemy. Love gives
power to forgive.

Vestigial pain
was insulting. You always
feel a presence.

Beauty was intact.
You were sleeping on wings.
Bird was not ready to fly.

Satish Verma

Broken Bridges

If you come near
the moon, you will find the
collective grief.

Someone sets free
hundreds of fireflies
to begin talk with me.

The angels are
becoming boneless. Your throne
is dirty. Temple sobs.

Satish Verma

O Trinity

What did you hurl?
Tell me all the lies. Pain―
and truth stand on stage.

Predawn jasmines,
open their eyes to
salute the sun.

A ligature bruise
on the body of moon speaks
of brutal assault.

Satish Verma

Nonetheless

You have to die
to live again for bloodline.
See how the wind blows.

The black roses go
in flames. I change myself
to understand you.

There was no niche
in your wall to place my
deity to mirror me.

Satish Verma

Without Fear

Inseparable
the words will be buried
in tongue like nails.

Like you want to
meet the Demigoddess, before
you go in bloom.

Ancient nemesis
takes the onus on, for
the fall of grace.

Satish Verma

Tangerines Sing

You will say what you
did not want to say, about
golden ring of coins.

Glittering colors
hurt the blue eyes in sun.
Pain of earth cries.

Will you sing an
anthem for the departing
soul of unmasked angel?

Satish Verma

Touching Everywhere

Hiding your thoughts
you communicate. Lips don't
move. Silence speaks.

Unhinged, wither
autocracy. Why you were
unbreakable?

The panic of the
neutral sex, delivers the
body of message.

Satish Verma

Taking Revenge

Your layers are
thick. You will invite the
stains of fallen stars.

Why you want to sell
a fake idea, wrapped
in tears of sunken eyes?

A moon wants to cry
at harvest time Come September,
we collect the bowls.

Satish Verma

I Was Lost

When will you go
in dark to explore the yawning
abyss of man's heart?

To rub the flesh and
bones to unmake god's will?
You truly want answer?

You don't want miracles.
Had you not covered my wounds
in blind oceans?

Satish Verma

Dogmatically

A mysterious nudge
wakes an idea in you.
Can you think differently?

See through your
mind, by virtue of birth
and death of past.

Don't you cover
your face with wrinkles.
Sun will never die.

Satish Verma

Justice Pure

Inquiring myself
to understand the goddess
of visitations.

This world was not
my choice. Space was shrinking,
and time expanding.

I walk in the crowd
to be lynched on the name
of forgotten god.

Satish Verma

Amnesia

You were not sin.
Pain interrupted to trigger
an ancient love.

Marigolds were in
bloom. Copper― brown. Your body
does not belong to you.

Paper dreams fly
to catch the moon in dark.
Time to burn wings.

Satish Verma

By Kisses

You can see whole
world in my mouth. I start
knitting a blood scarf.

To raise gender,
thebeestings will play a role.
The skin prints history.

You become your
own teacher to read the hymns
engraved on leaves.

Satish Verma

The Entity

I take a lesson
from you O god, before
I write the end.

Who will rise from
the dust of the ruins after
the volcanic blast?

A celebration was
stalled when you had landed
on the dark moon.

Satish Verma

Quartz

Light digs up the hope.
You appear like pure flint.
Sorrow will tell truth.

Weep weep my sun.
Black hole will swallow you.
No need to drink hemlock.

The blank paper has
hidden markings. God wants
to become mortal.

Satish Verma

The End Starts

The answers look
at questions, like sparrows
did not find home.

Where wouldgo, the
butterfly poems, to color
the barren thoughts?

You glide like river
of blood in the eyes of
wounded moon.

Satish Verma

Echoes Travel

Can you foretell of the
death-like the hound― after
the loss of game?

Past my last poems I
will meet you one day
to settle the debts.

I was incomplete
in my wholeness. I will dissect
the words for bleeds.

Satish Verma

Picking Relics

You didn't want to
age, rediscovering,
pain of birth, to live.

To remain atheist
was better than many gods. You
belong to yourself.

Juxtaposed with
blank walls, a bohemian
draws image of sin.

Satish Verma

The Voyager

A forgotten truth
lands softly on the wet grass.
I had lost the words.

The moon was cut on
table to taste the honey of
towering love.

The hidden face
in womb of the earth smiles
in darkness of pain.

Satish Verma

Itinerant

I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?

When tree eats
its own roots, I become
sad. What role I play?

Thoughts tremble.
I cannot stop you burning.
I weep with my God.

Satish Verma

I Remember

I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.

Your presence I
feel in my wounds. Will not
convert meinto martyr.

Soon I will pick
up bloody path of learning,
what I am, I was.

Satish Verma

I Am You Are

Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides
you to deep sea.

At middle― of pain
there can be mass extinction
of thoughts. You stay.

Like printing on
tablet of psyche, my genre of
immortal yearning.

Satish Verma

Greek Thoughts

Season's intimacy
starts schooling you. The voice
halts the bloodshed.

From bone to bone.
Love is halved, flesh here
and there. No bargains.

Let me touch your
sprinkling glass, before you move
a step to sip hemlock.

Satish Verma

Unseeing You

In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were
you tethered to sky?

You will shut your
eyes to hide the squint
of moon in distress.

How do I deliver
the pain of crying earth under
the blood clouds?

Satish Verma

The Man And God

Sometimes it
was better, not to know the
intrigues of temples.

Nude bodies on
ancient walls beseech all day
for liberation.

A love story will
always fascinate you, with
a gender healing.

Satish Verma

Savagery

Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death
before you were born.

Can you tell me, how
much I had lived with you
without tragedies?

Blackout filters
the light to come to eyes.
I don't want to see end.

Satish Verma

Waiting For Flames

The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about
yourself in sun.

The war continues
between dust and stars under
the gaze of Agni.

Part by part you
are throwing your flesh
to red eagles.

Satish Verma

Deep Voices

In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to
become ageless.

Black earth moves
the moon― Spirits were
saddened. Mayflies.

Would die in one
day. The wholeness has a
purpose to kill.

Satish Verma

Jumping The Wall

Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding
on the cold water.

The forest weeps.
Burning and billowing
for the deathless mind.

No slogans. I will
wear the hijab of moon
to meet my lover.

Satish Verma

Beside The Truth

You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer
on the blue lips.

The weightless time
knows the secret of past
and future game.

The incisors of
ancient skull of Lucy
had remained intact.

Satish Verma

Bifurcation

I dream to you.
You were moving like a space
rock ready to collide.

Everyone reaches
to one's own end any day.
What would you carry?

You may need to
sedate yourself. It is a
long pain to live.

Satish Verma

In Deep Dark

The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.

You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.

At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.

Satish Verma

Humanized Pain

You teach me to
cry for the lost future after
yestergain offered

In a sacrifice
ritual. Blue lines are
appearing on my hands.

The child was walking
towards moon at apogee
but light was very dim.

Satish Verma

Wearing The Crown Of Thorns

A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless
shirts from potter's field.

Strangely nobody knows,
who were you after the
last laugh of the destiny.

The passion takes
you towards burning ghat, where
ultimate truth was hanged.

Satish Verma

Good Bye

Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't
you walk the ramp―

of burning Amazon.
The naveus was becoming
darker on moon.

You partition
the souls and then begin
climbing the rising sun.

Satish Verma

Unstable

Like ghost particles
we came near each other
to generate sparks.


You would not read
what you had written on
my pulsating forehead.

I will wait for you
in timeless space for
your surrender on pyre.

Satish Verma

Not To Annihilate

I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds
amid sun and moon.

A chance to learn
the mystical Pythagorean
shift of love's angle.

Crypticarithmetic
peels of the pain from space
and time of body.

Satish Verma

Virgin Defeat

A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.

We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.

The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.

Satish Verma

Strange Revelations

In small pieces
you come back to live
in my dark poems.

The otherness haunts.
Geneology goes back
to moon. I suffer.

The grinding wheels
move to find out the truth
of splitting grains.

Satish Verma

The Pain Was Not You

Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.

Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.

The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.

Satish Verma

Art In Dying

Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.

Watching a pome
to fall from wisdom tree
to color your smile.

Goddess surrenders.
Eve commits suicide.
Adam quits home.

Satish Verma

I Will Survive

The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.

Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.

Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?

Satish Verma

Nameless Agony

O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?

Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.

Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?

Satish Verma

Flagellation

Would you remain
you, after the time lapse?
There was no terror.

I could not change
you. Death to me. Scarred
in your courtyard.

Moon shot failed.
Petals of blood rose fly. I
hear some footfalls.

Satish Verma

Repeat Sins

The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.

Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.

Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.

The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.

Satish Verma

Pencil Eyes

Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods,
punished by crowds.

Writing history.
I want to disagree
with the story of
headless accession.

The valley has
bloomed indigo. Red
stars in grey sky
start wailing.

When earth moves
in dark. Sun brightens
the saddened face
of kismet.

Satish Verma

Clear As Water

A poet's eye
sails from room to room.
Do you know which wall
opened to devour my love?

I had wished to see
the femineity of moon risen.
It had burned my
lips like cinders.

In very dark time
big China roses were waiting
to honour the anonymous
author of gravity.

I don't hear your
voice in cloudburst.
Fragile poems will cry―
if you don't open the fist.

Satish Verma

Getting Solace

Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.

You cannot carry
your own weight on rocks
of life without tears

Of mortification.
Perhaps one day you slip
the crude slaying.

Satish Verma

Knowing Myself

I promise
I will not write your
name, on black wall
of brutal moon.

Your footprints
after walking on―
burning coals
still smell of cologne.

Your presence
sits in my poems. Do
we become human after
separation?

Don't hurl the questions.
There are no burning answers
in my hand. The truth was
dying between the words.

Satish Verma

When You Had Left

I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho
was talking brazenly?

What you are, I
ask myself. The sleeping
moon knows my falls.

Who unmade the
beautiful dream of a
stricken angel's rise?

Satish Verma

No Enemies

Forgiving myself
to celebrate the
holiness of words.

Suffered every day
like marbles,
lying in dry grass.

Trapped. The dark
clouds will not release
the moon to take revenge.

I am afraid
of myself. Standing
against the blind wall.

Cold and blue,
the talking mirror
wants to go deaf and dumb.

Satish Verma

Past Actions

Blue planet
remains sad. Nowadays
moon rises late.

A perpetual messenger,
grey sky, writes an
accidental poem.

I read the saddened
moon's face to condole
the river, for the loss
of its unique lover.

Let me watch the
return of the assassin
after ejecting the venom.

I will ride over
my demons now. Nothing
was left to remember.

Satish Verma

Another Harbinger

Something was sinister
in beautiful night.
The sharks come stealthily
in your eyes.

The apparition has
no vision. It springs
surprises. The angels put
on the masks.

You look like a
mannequin rolling the
eyes. Small battles start
between the aspirants.

I feel very lonely,
Words would suggest, but
not explain. I was
afraid of losing the truth.

Satish Verma

Black Masks

I am hurt, when I
don't know― whom I was
talking to in dark.

A lazy moon smiles.
I will do it again.
The murder of boby thoughts.

Measure the real time.
The sulphur smells.
Someone was done for life.

How much will you need
for the blood of raccoon.
It promises not to wash
its prey in water.

My prayer will
save the golden peacock.
God sleeps for eternity.

Satish Verma

Missing Words

If you must go
empty-handed, the sacred
hymn will always follow you.

Poems had
entered into you. Enough,
you said. You were overwhelmed.

I will wear the cloak―
you had left behind to,
read your beautiful, mind.

Will not give up to find
out your lost footprints. Criminality
on its own would be erased.

Pain was universal.
Coming and going will continue.
Curtains will not come down.

Satish Verma

Falling Man

I take the big
space. Coming of age was
visible. Can you
bend the time?

An ant runs on
the mirror to land on the
moon. There was the cabal
to defame beautiful.

Violence, who will
control the uncontrollable.
We stand in mudslide
to reach mountain.

Steering blind, do
you know how to die
in moonlight, when god's conspiracy
of silence is uncovered.

Satish Verma

I Ask Nothing

When a poem writes
you, I smell the
crimsoned moon.

Were you a possessed
angel, printing
desire on my palms?

Smeared on forehead,
the ash had left
the scars of kissed end.

You turn me on,
for a smile, before the honey
traces the question mark on lips.

There was no miracle
to retrieve the third eye
from the hidden love.

Satish Verma

No One Survives

Out of nowhere,
a miracle takes place.
Silence starts speaking.

Years roll by to―
engage the asteroid
not to strike tiger.

Reason has failed.
The black hole of human
mind sucks all the truths.

Satish Verma

Going Into Space

Why do I think
different, gripping senses
to catch the god.

Rugged hands have
soft lines to reach truth
by pursuing blood.

The honesty suffers
when you go the other
side of moon to lie.

Satish Verma

The Essence

I would be time.
You were the space. It
happens in scars.

Back and forth, I will
touch your absolute truth.
Bruises weep.

All the comings
and goings were vague.
Who will stand the ground?

Satish Verma

Abrasions

A small galaxy
had been devoured. I was
watching earthworms.

Blots reached the moon.
Aborted, the last year's plan.
No starfish moves.

Scooped the dust
of ruins. Brilliant gems were
scattered by you.

Satish Verma

Unsung

Cannot see blood.
Someone had drawn a line
on wrist with a blade.

You were not
aware of living dead,
tangled. No snake.

Bite. Browning skin
cracked. Sleeping along orchid.
Now ultima Thule.

Satish Verma

Celestial

Lime green you
were navigating in
the light of moon.

Who had fallen in
mid of journey, giving up
the bronzed body?

A giant tree
walks with us, sending some
signs of the surrender.

Satish Verma

Divine Revelation

When you shed face
I will wait for your rebirth
like Luna Moth.

Would have been
an achievement had you
remained human!

Why should we live
in different time circles
of awakening?

Satish Verma

Departing

Asking moon to
be mine at the time of
hyphens and the dots.

Of agony. Burn all
the pages of book. No
marigolds to toss.

The worn body wears
the cloak of yesteryears,
walking bare hands.

Satish Verma

Don't Touch The Black Sun

In your nirvana
border pains continue to
find inner peace.

Hope has no flesh
and bones. Difficult to
tame my blue body.

A butterfly lands
on your lips to cover
eternal smile.

Satish Verma

Nothingness

The orphan asked
grim reaper, do we live
after the death?

Does the creator
also dies to beborn
again to regret?

Were you loyal
to humanity? What was
religion of god?

Satish Verma

Parting

Sometimes I will
miss you badly. You won't cry
easily unashamed.

Legacy of stairwell?
Wanting peace? Dying was
beautiful. Don't go.

When the words quit
your lips would move noiselessly
silent holocaust.

Satish Verma

Not I Not You

Nothing to put in
words. You had placed
ampersands between
the names.

The subject you
wouldn't give up in summer
sun.The wars and moon walk.

One small hole
in the sleeve of Grim Reaper
ready to burn the house
of an angel.

One day you will
come back from odyssey
empty-handed. The
hummingbird had left the nest.

The game was not
yet over. The prophet
waits at the gate to welcome
dervish coming bare foot.

Satish Verma

Avatar

The coming again―
of a submerged face
in silence. No black magic.

No dreaming, no moon.
We grieve together. How
many out fingers were lost?

Just like this I am
sure. It was not
any cognitive impairment.

I want to forget
myself. A revelation
has pulled me out from
burning pyre.

Satish Verma

Deceiving Self

Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts,
talking to moon children.

Will you believe in
so much of death? An
octopus darting on sands?

In self-awareness
you look at the vast water.
The lake will accept you.

Aimlessly you want
to drift. A sick feeling takes
revenge and turns you into stone.

Somebody smiles.
Flickers like a candle,
before shutting down the beats.

Satish Verma

Absolute Being

Transparency.
Where were you in dark,
in my intense moments?

A lonely spirit will
try to meet you
in blue moon.

Wading in shallow
waters, you speak slowly
to defend depth of pain.

The absolute
becomes nude. There was
no limit to draw the blood.

Uncensored, I
set up the stage for a
guillotine to punish sun.

It was a bright
sun day. The bells
will not ring.

Satish Verma

Believing In Myths

Wanted to dip my
pen in light and draw
your face in golden lines
on dark clouds.

The time announces the
arrival of spirit. You land
like butterfly, on the
lips of voila for seconds
and fly away.

But you did not come
to say goodbye.

The bell tolls for
no one. Nobody dies today
to celebrate the departure
of death― gracefully.

I lived dangerously.

Satish Verma

Where Do The Sprits Go?

Disappointed.
I look at my hands to
read your destiny.

I fall to kiss the
moon dust. You were
my desire in sleep.

The spirit hovers
like the golden eagle
to rest the talons.

I stop the game.
Some cards had remained
undealt. I win, I lose.

You were not the
angel. You were not the mortal.
Where do I put my relief?

Satish Verma

Searching Peace

Unravished the
black moon was down
but not out.

I am being watched.
How the poem
prints itself on heart.

Curled up with
flower thoughts, staring
aimlessly in black void.

Wanted a brutally
honest truth, moon struck
but ready to give blond.

Who was desireless
being a saint. Paradox
always wins.

Satish Verma

Holiest Dilemma

Somedays with
human touch, I will talk
to white roses with
blood spots.

This was inner beauty.
The ferns start walking to
cover the wounds of earth.

A sea horse stands
erect in sea to salute
the warship.

Where we are going?

When you don't leave
your thumb print, the song
of nightingale is lost.

How do you want
to die in the hands of
deaf and dumb god?

Satish Verma

The Crescent Moon

Let me be myself
in cloud of tears.

A streak of light
breaks the myth
of superlunary, when you
were at war with
leviathans of deep.

When hungry,
you were flawless in art
of love. It wakes you
from old thinking.

Hiding behind fears,
I freeze to wear the death
gown. The words crumble
under the weight of truth.

Life remains beautiful.
I don't want to leave you.

Satish Verma

Quiet Introspection

I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself.
Existence betrays.

After the shock, I
want to ask a question
in trembling voice "Why".

Where the flesh ends
at the edge of bones,
eyes will speak.

Unthinking, I
pick a rose, to prick
my fingers. That was
the truth.

Dying was easier,
than to live. Still I want
to stay back to see
the miracle.

Satish Verma

Untraced

Another weeping star
comes to me. The twin
presence interacts.

Personified.
A pain sits with me.
I split into shards.

A spooky boom.
Water bends. I kiss
your scream.

White night.
Acacia breaks,
roots won't move.

Satish Verma

Sisyphean Ambition

You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.

The honor kill
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.

The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.

Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.

Satish Verma

Stalking The Spring

O black rose, why you
smell the body of a young
fawn after the run?

The sweat was sensual.
You want to kiss the burning
coals of brown eyes.

You always surprise
me in dark moon to put
up a savage fight.

Satish Verma

Motionless

But I don't know
who was me, taking sunbath
to meet moon.

The marbles slip from
your hands to hit the white
mausoleum at dusk.

Dip any muse and
words bleed. I will not ask
for orphanage.

Satish Verma

Real Me

You walk on water.
It has memory. Will kiss the
burning earth in you.

Who was patriarch
of a lost tribe of tall
people without shoes?

Music was not the
same, which you heard
in early darkness.

Satish Verma

Convulsions

Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.

God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.

The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.

Satish Verma

Blood Prints

Do not wade in
tears, in blood-deep wounds.
It was a black gold.

Moon was hauling
the night. There was no ending
of empty words. Silver

would not leap in
sun. I become poor in
the court of charity.

Satish Verma

On Naked Paper

Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts
in the raging sun.

There was a deep
gorge between the hills.
My face turns blue.

Trembling hands will knit
splendent wreath for a
departing moon.

Satish Verma

Curtain Call

You are beautiful,
still untouched by moon.
I am creating myth.

In small hours, I
release the pain at dusk
to touch you unsaid.

I think, not to think of
you, when nightingale comes
to collect your song.

Satish Verma

Like Memes

It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.

Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.

Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?

I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.

You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.

Satish Verma

Seeking Peace

Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting
back my pains.

It was organic,
love unexplained. A
cryptic approach was
birthed to survive.

I wouldn't touch
the aura of falling star
to stitch the wounds.

I might have
covered the ash body
without leaves. There
were unburied secrets.

Remember me in
dark when the earth
opens the eyes.

Satish Verma

Embracing Dark

Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.

The moonflowers
are in full bloom, opening
at dusk till noon.

In the morning
I will unlock the moon
to go back its home.

Satish Verma

Whispering Clouds

The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon,
in explicit shades.

Why didn't you leave
a trail of disaster, after
hissing the last breath?

I was to be me,
looking at the clock unblinking,
to stop the era.

Satish Verma

Into Dark Abyss

Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?

The aureole
cannot be resurrected
like Lazarus.

Fading jasmines
make me mad looking
at moon rise.

Satish Verma

Talking To Spirit

How much was space
between you and me in
legacy of moon?

Like the mayfly you
have no lips, no mouth.
Let's live for a day.

You may like to
salvage the broken wall
for our home.

Satish Verma

Art In Pain

There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.

I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love―

When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.

Satish Verma

Raw Dreams

Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.

An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.

You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.

Satish Verma

After You Left

The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage
of monk's insanity.

Sun stops for while
to steal the time, separating
poem from poem.

You may like to
destroy the hemorrhaging
moon before dawn.

Satish Verma

Naked Truths

Never had been
at distant pain to hear
the water's song.

At interstices
of tears, threads, filter
the salt of soul.

Muscularity of
oath melts. The fusion cracks.
You move away.

Satish Verma

Searching My Voice

Would we meet
again under half moon
in wounded light?

In the aura of
bleeding pain, I inhale
your parting kiss.

You are weighless
now, sleeping on air bed
to float in scented sky.

Satish Verma

Prayer's House

Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore
unutterable words?

A mysterious hand
rows your boat in inner
water intoning bliss.

You will quit softly
I will caress your soul
in the tucked pain.

Satish Verma

Released

Give me a live
poem, like a mantra
chanting around body.

O teardrop, open
the grave of unseen
pain of hiding god.

Rains are waiting
to wash the black face of
the maligned moon.

Satish Verma

Inheritance

When you plan to quit,
the ghost limb will slash the wrist
to swallow pride.

I do not want to
call you my yesterday. Past
takes revenge.

Nemesis comes
to play its role. Divine
punishment for me.

Satish Verma

Prerogative

Your absence
creates an aura. The
concealed hurt.

Today when the sun
of longest day goes down,
the night will wait.

To buckle under
the titanic grief of
sea, not sinking me.

Satish Verma

Summer Solstice

Longing to sit on
your pink lips, a butterfly
wants to say goodbye.

Bloodletting was
a big mistake. Only
white shroud imprints.

You had passed
through my body leaving
footmarks in eyes.

Satish Verma

Fairy Dance

You wished a
talented end. When you
denied me, where

Was the wrong moon?
Like nightbird you birthed
an astral poem.

Plunged in bone―
deep, an arrow ejects a
rose from belly button.

Satish Verma

Dark Circles

I am not a paragon.
Everyday I will repeat
some hymns to myself.

Sometimes the
truth becomes transgender.
From god to goddess.

Grace and courtesy.
The moon anchors a smile.
Tears roll silently.

Satish Verma

Song Of The Sky

Strawberry moon
descends. Words wait for
your hubris. The lake

Never arrives,
doubting the color of
rising sun. I get

My gift of sacred
punishment to solve the
love's chemistry.

Satish Verma

Touch Me

The gift of pain
was the pouting lip
of loud colors.

It does not suck
the sap to climb, I think,
why the death comes.

No surgery of
thoughts. The words jump, when
you bleed inside.

Satish Verma

Vision And Vibrations

Give me pain of
your pain in summer moon,
not to miss the blues

Of valleys.
God to God a scream devastates
some anagrams.

Tonight I will sit
under stars to cool
the sadness of tears.

Satish Verma

Of All Time

I ask you, to be my
rage. Unwavering in
the timelessness.

No more I was
protagonist. New moon
will sit on my eyes.

Bare foot I walk
towards the burning pyre, to
see the ascent of ashes.

Satish Verma

Don't Die

It comes nearer
and nearer every night,
the face, like fog.

A cult of moon
spills the milk on the pink lips.
Salt and the honey.

Before fated
kiss of death, you pluck,
roses from eyes.

Satish Verma

Gospel Truth

Body was culture
at blue heights. Frozen
till my candle lights.

I fumble in dark
to remain human. No one
would be godfather.

Give back my pain.
Unwrap my bones. The blood
should be drying up.

Satish Verma

Predicament

Today the sun
will rise without you in pain of
two stars kissing.

A brief pause
between the hiccups. Poem
was incomplete.

How would I say
you goodbye facing the dark
burningmoon?

Satish Verma

Learning You

You should not
have done this? Trespassing
the virginity of the
olive branch and the ashes.

I will borrow the
words to clean blood
in your eyes. A lovely
jasmine will sit on your lips.

The death holds its
own mercy between good
and bad. Any fondling
of moon was a bliss.

Where will dysplasia
go, after giving an unbearable
loss? You cannot roll the
carpet after the blaze.

The tangerines will give
a big surprise.

Satish Verma

Thought To Thought

To become insane,
I think. I miss the ruptured
wounds.

I ask myself,
was it true, you
were painting water body?

Somebody was
laughing after the funeral
of raped truth.

The bells go
without sound. I hold
my trembling hands.

The door knob was
broken. I cannot open the
portal of dreams.

A lone swan treads
softly on the smashed mirror
to reach the lake.

Satish Verma

Trembling Vibes

Living without you
was like a kite, flying
alone in blue sky.

Like a downy mildew
climbs the damp poems.
Letters tremble.

Wearing all red, frills
a setting sun, was
smiling in deep sleep,
tears swiping the dry lips.

Maybe, you wanted
to set me free from
tarantula's web.

Going there
where moon weeps.
I will search the rock.

Satish Verma

The Madness

You were eating
out from our hands.
O God, we are hungry.

Sometimes I collapse
in on myself, to achieve
the quietus. Even moonlight
won't escape from me.

I collect the ashes
falling from your
golden locks. Was it the death's
pride?

The moon fattens
to receive the lost crown
of sleeping queen.

The shadow falls
at your feet. You become
taller than me.

Satish Verma

Your Empathy

Why your lips
quiver, kissing a rose
before sunrise.

A serious question
seeks a simple answer.
Why did you live
inside me?

I don't believe in
myself. I will go
with the moon.

Just wanted to
know, how do we
die in sleep, when
body curls like a snake
to shed the skin.

I look at the world
pass by. None was
my grain.

Satish Verma

Sad Protégé

I don't recognize
you, after giving
a pause to poem.

It was an eerie
accident. I don't own
my body, and you don't
own your tears.

With solemnity, I
place my book, on the road
going nowhere. To be
read by the sun.

You buy the words
I sell the silence.

The hyphens wail.
Cost rises.

Satish Verma

After Thoughts

How I loved you
green, in hot summer
noon, when you

Were not mine.
Sky scented with nostalgia
talks to gypsy moon.

Each star becomes
a wound. The winged thoughts
fly like monarchs.

Satish Verma

Catnaps

Like maiden hair
fern, I return back to my
tribe and ancestors.

You tear off
the preamble, before
entering the hollow
of tree to find the
nest of vespa.

Unparalled,
the forecast of the death
of nacent secret of
undying darkness. The
mankind digging the graves.

Why am I waiting
for the arrival of the
bride of moon? A thinker
broods to understand the
abstraction of human nature.

One day the man
and beast will become one.

Satish Verma

Blue Sunstroke

Time to think.
You bring handwritten
testament with mistakes.

I exist because
you were there. Between
sun and moon, there
was no controversy.

I was knitting
my life near hornets nest.
Words betray the anguish,
giving credit to hemlock.

Disempowered
in shadows, I become
my own rival to fight
green snakes.

In sleepwalking
you discover the blind
walls. All blood-stained skulls
start rolling.

Satish Verma

Empty Of Answers

Alter ego,
you were my broken
mirror.
From where do we start
watching crescent moon?

Where the poet
will go in search of ink,
to reshape the words of solace,
living out of truth?

O, incredible! Your
maiden steps had faulted
to reach the vanity
of glittering heights.

How will you fill in
the blanks, blindfolded?
Sun had already gone down.

Satish Verma

Were It You?

I wanted to talk
in between words. The sage
has lost aroma.

Of unknown gifts.
Kitchen would answer for
all the bonfires.

Conceive the truth
of mirror. I will reflect
in your opal eyes.

Satish Verma

Changing Name

I don't seek the
renunciation. It were
you to turn divine.

What you would not
tell my tale of abdication
in pain of the birth?

You are shrinking
at blanks between tears.
Only the steps bleed.

Satish Verma

Multicast

In love with me.
To be with you. Eyesight
gets dim in twilight.

One day you had
moved away unsettling
the planets and stars.

Listen, we human
beings, come near each
other, then god fails.

Satish Verma

No Regrets

Looking at the
moon will hurt you bitter―
sweet one day.

At night. Tinged with
pink ache in eyes of the
collapsed soul.

Don't pursue flesh,
of the had been goddess
to avenge me.

Satish Verma

Changing Syntax

No apology for what
I would not say. You were
not my listener.

The heat sucks the
sweetness of moon in sky
before quietness.

Let's meet again
in dusk of life to correct
meaning of love.

Satish Verma

Incognito

Agni was weird
slayer. You can vouch
for it, eyes shut.

In the starless night,
moon was arrested once
for trespassing palms.

The nest receives
the feathers of lost birds,
left for foreign seas.

Satish Verma

Unity

Doing nothing in
the stillness of grief of
you not reachable.

The mystical effect
of your unknowing cause
of kissing the earth.

Kneeling to lift
the cylindrical gods at sands
was coming of age.

Satish Verma

Bruised Knees

You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?

Satish Verma

Drifting

Killing field
was still red!

What you were
searching in moonlight?

A small poem
cannot provide balm
for troubled mind.

Moon will come
every night to find
his paramour.

Words keep on
changing the sounds.

Satish Verma

Freezing Scream

It was a perfect
cover.
I ask you to let me go,
and stop praying for me.

The unspelled secrets
of moon, will not bother
you now. They start pain
from thoughts to thoughts.

Like a china rose
in exile, you hang out
in solitude. Not dust,
but water will melt us both.

In aloneness, I will
find you on red stones―
surrounded by wolves of
memory and freezing dawn.

Satish Verma

Awake, Arise

Birth of dark secrets
would extend in black light.
Travesty of sun.

I am in troubled
mode of mind. The eagle
dives to catch moon.

In water. Butterfly
effect you can see in
distant blue stars.

Satish Verma

Hundred Stories

Shrinking like the
face of moon, dark truth slips
from elite height.

The fear of unborn
poem, tears the blank paper
hiding the words.

Will rebirthing work
in stoned psychotherapy
of conversation?

Satish Verma

A Summer's Stroke

Don't come near sea,
I ask the moon, braless―
in love galore.

What will you see
in eyes of the burning sun―
rising very sadly?

It was writer's cramp,
coming at shrine of snow
god under dark clouds.

Satish Verma

Asking Myself

You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.

In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.

Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?

Satish Verma

In My Orbit

You had arranged
the words to invite me.
Path was not found.

Flesh and the spirit
lived differently. Death laughs
you had it coming.

I would be same
even when you will come
in dark to light lamp.

Satish Verma

For Good And Evil

Thoughts―
were not picking the words.
This was ultimate loss.

How do I stave
off the disaster? You
were taking away my smiles.

What kind it would be
the next quake, when
I was standing at the door.

I have yet to
know myself, searching for
the invisible truth.

Cannot drop the―
pen. The eyes will read
the last sermon.

Satish Verma

Mementos

When huge trees
walk, the rocks
tremble.

This was a sacred
ritual, to get the
tang of stings.

Distressed,
the naked eye
roams in ruins.

Behind the veil,
the moon will heal the
acid burns.

How will you
celebrate the night,
for sylvan setting?

Satish Verma

No Dark Crime

I am done for,
jumping the wall of
signature pain.

I hear you talking
in whispers, to an invisible
god of absence.

A journey breaks
halfway. Were you going
to write off our hand-made tapestry?

O God, you hit
precisely. I want to throw
back your kindness.

Ah, the scars don't
go. Time does not heal
the wounds of earth.

Satish Verma

Penultimate

Sundown
body becomes blue.
You were stitching
opals in eyes.

How do I find
you, when you would not
come in twilight?

The flight of a swan
takes a turn to cross
the river of flames.
Would you be a witness?

For the sake of death
don't die, amidst the hymns
of pain in dark shadowing life.

I know, I will
suffer in sunlight, when
the moon squeezes the blood.

Satish Verma

I Was Not Green

Paper wasps tend―
to simulate. What
if death becomes a part
of our life?

I sent the message
over the hills and moon,
when you were gone.

Without pain, were
you ready for the ending
of life, when life was itself
dying daily?

The day lips crack,
little or nothing was left
to say the voiceless hymns.

Your truth, was beautiful.
Was it a real truth?

Satish Verma

Human Gifts

Moon was climbing
down the stairs for the
soul searching.

Red, yellow, blue.
Someone has to die
for the rainbow.

You pretend to be
innocent, sitting outside
your home. Time was up.

The feeling persists.
Something has left behind
to knit the two torn threads.

The future karma
still claims the oldest
hymns of dark.

I am not going anywhere.

Satish Verma

Questioning You

To understand the body,
smeared with ash,
you will need wisdom.

Why did you want to―
translate the melodrama
of fingers, when hands were folded?

The silent scream
cleaves the moon,
and thousand stars
come to console you.

No compliments
were given to sun.

Will you tattoo my
name on your chest?
A caged cuckoo
wants to become free.

Satish Verma

Who Wants Eternity

In black sun
and white night,
I was ready to
breath in the arsenic!

Who was under
threat, I will ask?
The silence of the abyss
was going to upset me.

Can you stop―
these threarics, without
hurting anybody after
the unpaid debt of an
invisible devotee?

Drooping eyes
do not want to see the
setting sun in twilight.

Satish Verma

Turns In Path

When sun was
preparing to die, why
did you ask for the
soft moons― crimson red?

Searching an
unmarked shrine of
an unsung hermit.
Why people come and go?

You would not catch
the mockingbird, trying
to be shocking, to reach
you, for a melodious song.

You just liked
a god, who had come
as a stream of light
from a distant star.

Satish Verma

Who Was Blessed

Do trees quiver
in dark at night,
exploring their original skins
under the starlight?

Why do they talk
when we sleep?
Living is very cheap
and dying was expensive.

Would you mind
to buy death, letter by
letter in understanding
the market?

The Sunday moon was
always beautiful. You stay
on terrace to say goodbye
before closing the book.

There was eternal pain,
outside and inside.

Satish Verma

Sphinx Was Watching

Read me if you
care. I am going to
rip off the lid of oven.

How many faces
you will wear, when it is
raining silver and gold?

It sounds like wrought
bones. I find myself suspended
in air, like humming bird,
not like drone.

It was a mutual
suicide of opioid love. It
does not belong to me. the
divested home of words.

The pink wounds
on the wall of memory.
Not me, not you.

Satish Verma

Celebrating Blood Signed Will

Was there any
time space to recuperate
in self-esteem?

How can you define
hunger, when there was
no food for thoughts?

Who will name
the icon to regerminate
the lost dreams.

You tried to catch
the flames without burning
your hands.

Self-immolation
was animation of a prodigal
sun giving away light.

The ailing justice
cannot deliver the mercy
to wounded humanity.

Satish Verma

Don't Forget

Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils,
like four-leaf clover.

This dysfunctional life,
ought to have given me once,
a piece of moon.

Crammed skull, sometime
gives an abrupt
pause. I become a stone.

Walls separated us.
I would not cross the
river of inferno.

Can we laugh
together, before we peel
the oranges to make
our eyes blink?

Satish Verma

Stranger In A Fix

Becoming was
eggs walk. You were
wearing human heart.

When you shed
the qualms, poems fly
out of the nest.

This was an
absurd math. Did you
reach the mount of god?

As it happens,
you understand it very late.
There was fear of living ever.

Will it come out?
The meaning? From in-house
search of truth.

Do you believe, groping
will find the missing book?

Satish Verma

Cobra Night

You had failed
the truth, staring at
the hot sun.

To prove the criminality
of demigods, you
use a ploy to listen to
the inner voice.

The body revolts.
Fluids break the
boundaries against the
mixed thoughts.

You pick up the
grace of a fallen star.
Night weeps for all night.
Mystery of truth was
never solved.

You can transcend
the deep pain now.


Satish Verma

The Charity

Adieu, you may not
become a meal
of violence?

The pheromones are
released for predatior
after the embrace. Don't follow
the path of hawk in sky.

O, opal, what
colour you are going to
opt at the marriage of moon?

The nascent pain
is taking birth. The seed
cannot promise to become
a tree.

The trams morals
are moving like centepeds,
you raise your hand to
ask a question of time!

Satish Verma

Myths Of Centuries

Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon,
the wound becomes bigger.

Mask after mask,
you will never find the
real face. The cannibalism
makes you sick.

I survived the branding.
O god, I will never
shame you. The virginity
was at stake in the hands
of angels.

You receive the bullet,
when glowers were thrown.
Violence has a price.
Brick by brick you make
the temple again.

Satish Verma

What Was It?

Moon rolls,
on its own without
clouds.

Now you can,
fix the things, reading
dark.

Every day ends.
The road will not sleep.
Dusk to dawn,
candle weeps.

Like no pain
now, of your separation,
sparking rage.

Now you are
Plato. Will write for
the ascending hemlock, that
will destroy the hope.

Satish Verma

Visionary

At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.

I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.

I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?

The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.

Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?

Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.

Satish Verma

Imitation Of Supreme

A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry
night to touch the moon,
and fall on the thorns.

The eccentric nobility
of lords demands the
evidence of slaughter.
But chariot comes empty.

Order, order.
Someone fails in boots.
You walk barefoot
to meet the god of untruths.

The victim stands
like a prey before the grand
master. The beautiful
pagoda implodes.

Satish Verma

Launching Pad

It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink
moon above me.

The violence in
absentia impedes the
kiss of phlox in spring.

The fugitive
comes back home to see
bloody handprints on wall.

Satish Verma

You Survive The Day

Standing alone
in the ring of fire,
you wanted deletion
of sun.

Somewhere destiny
fails, like reversal of
answers. Without
gallows tree, nobody wants to die.

Looking in old mirror,
you want to sleep
in canthi of eyes. The
flesh revolts.

I don't want to see
the end of beginning. Your
thumbprint has left the
curves, that lead
you to unknown.

Satish Verma

Sits Like Fog

Endogamy.
Don't hear much
of human voices.

Moon will rise again?

Deep angst,
pitch dark.
There was no truce
between the trees.

Undermining―
the sanctity of god's words.
You want to take the chair
of judge and hear to yourself.

I spot the blood
on sleeves. Who had used
the cleaver?

Can you bring
a period of silence, to
meditate for peace?

Somebody was laughing hilariously.

Satish Verma

Mythology

A saga of
sacrifice, when the
moon jumped into lake
to save a fish.

A fantasy turns into
a hope. You cut slice of
light to ignite the
darkness.

Reason always
skips the rope. You were
not counted, when searching
for absolute truth.

I ask you to stop
being you. Move away
from yourself to
survive the holocaust.

Satish Verma

Insignia

You want your gifts back.
Body by body,
pain by pain.
Moon separates from sun.

Why blood was naked
for small things.
No one wants
to burn flame to flame.

Can you take
the dust road to blue lake.
Where blaze―
won't die?

Satish Verma

Justice

The band of clouds
wraps the full moon rising
like a shadow.

The unique birth, with
a placenta, encircling
the blackened neck.

The hanger was ready
to pull the rope. You lived
longer than a god.

Satish Verma

If The Road Doesn't End

Where will you go?
I am not accepting
myself in a windowless
vault.

The luxury of
kinship takes a toll.

Will it make a
difference, if you don't
fill in the missing words
in the message unwritten?

It works to kill
yourself for the sake
of dying light,
before the blood moon rises.

There was nothing
left to say.

Satish Verma

Silence And Stealth

In first particles of universe,
was there a beginning?
0r ending of kiss?

Can I study you
in a small shrine of words
where gestures fail?

Into the grace of
surrender, why the flames want
to leave ashes?

Satish Verma

My Silver Bleeds

Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes
of all needles.

A fawn doesn't know
how to go back home after
losing the track.

Did you ever go
in the den of wild cats to
offer immaculacy?

Satish Verma

You Will Not Know

The wrinkles write
the age of weather's rings.
You burn fat on lips.

Let's go on the hills
to find the hidden moon
behind the rainbow.

Where will go, the
children of unknown,
blaming the god!

Satish Verma

Triangles

Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't
know, what survives.

Legacy was pure.
You stand like terracotta
warrior, unmoving.

Swaying nightshade
always invites for red berries.
Beauty was lethal.

Satish Verma

Rock Truth

The sudden fall, like
a dropped apple, you
look hurt and wise.

My summer pain will
steal the yellow streak
in the ash of lips.

As if the time has
come to say goodbye to
the scarlet moon.

Satish Verma

In Black Eyes

Birth in birth, life
had been a dream. The fangs
sit in patience.

Trapped soul in
womb, waits for the kiss of
flame, a snaky hit.

The moon thought burns.
The ink bleeds on paper.
A poem turns green.

Satish Verma

Hidden Voices

I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear
the unhearable.

Pink over pink. A
golden drive after the
moon's marriage.

In deep calm, I
dig out the bare gospel
of the unknown god.

Satish Verma

Poem Sublime

The genesis of
incredible, from moon to
moon was unheard.

I was lost in
kneeling bamboos to
cover the sins of sky.

Can your shadow
walk with me to hear quartets
of beethoven?

Satish Verma

You Won't Return

Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond
the resolution.

The mass, volume
in your eyes, measure me.
O god it were you?

Sitter was rising.
Portrait will not complete.
Artist has swept again.

Satish Verma

Beyond Infinity

I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.

Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.

Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.

Satish Verma

Searching Soul

When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled
to touch blue moon.

Sitting near a
sepulcher, I dreamed of
inhuman deaths.

Will my generation
give heart rending tip-off
to this doomed world?

Satish Verma

Playing With Marbles

When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to
see my swollen eyes.

Who takes control
of whom? I was victim of
animal bites.

The path to lake
was open to bohemians,
who always wear blues.

Satish Verma

Golden Leash

It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike.
No weight of sin.

The spirit will not
wear a body if I fail to
die in your hands.

The bridal oath
drops some words to become
winged and fly away.

Satish Verma

The Message

Was it nobility
to prepare body edible,
digging waterhole?

You sell the kisses
gracefully for the suckers
in return for soul.

The water color
doesn't stay on your face in―
moon. Stars twinkle.

Satish Verma

Betrayal

A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain
of fallen hero.

The fear prevails.
You cannot move the finger
to stitch a celibate.

The lies shine,
spitefull, but wrapped in
tears of broken pen.

Satish Verma

Inquisition

Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.

The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.

Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.

Satish Verma

Venomously

Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it
explodes on face?

I have yet to find
my tiger to ride for an
antique encounter.

Pomegranates.
You squeeze the red flesh
to find out viper.

Satish Verma

Like A Hermit

Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.

You undid my charm,
weaving a web, wearing the
threads of wounds.

Do prayers help the
cobalt valley of cleaved
breast in moon?

Satish Verma

Theories

Defining hunger
I become metaphysical,
trying to locate me.

A pain transcends
space and time and I wake
between the words.

I was not there
where the honey spells doom.
Death has many doors.

Satish Verma

Deadbeat

To live again, I
will not come after dying for
you. Resurrection?

I ask the dust, when
did you slip from the moon
to kiss immortal?

Don't leave a cut
on the sandstone to mark
the anniversary.

Satish Verma

Hemlock

It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams.
Moonlight waits.

How devastated
was your faceless voice in dark!
The nightingale cries.

Like "la grippe"
the noiseless words leave the
night wounds in eyes.

Satish Verma

Akin To Madness

You always tried
to conceal the imperfect
hunting under moon.

One must recite
the ghost mantras to
be bohemian.

They will pound
the chests with whole kin
to pacify the pir.

Satish Verma

Blue Castles

Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss.
The sting ever asks.

Unshackled, you will
come to become prisoner
of a seething sun.

Visiting city of
orphanages, you cross the
high rise asylum.

Satish Verma

Hanging Eyes

No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star―
gazing one day.

The spirit moves
away of body to wear the moon
of a dying sun.

I don't like small birds,
that make loud noises
in hollow trees.

Satish Verma

Touching Infinite

You bend like an
ocean to catch the moon―
in twilight of gods.

To deliver godly
gene I pack your smile
in womb of dry roses.

Who returns the loan
of love given to red eyes
paying back in tears!

Satish Verma

Animating Fear

For whom the bruised
fingers tap the door of
invincible death?

When the water will
touch the feet of dying earth,
to pay homage?

Man stands in mudhole
watching sunflowers to wilt
with waning sunlight.

Satish Verma

Conflict Of Centuries

The emptiness of
ageing cells seeks a tiger
to maul the house.

Of sizzled dreams.
Why one has to become
ethereal in―

Quest for elixir?
I peel off tangerine's
strange red skin.

Satish Verma

I Am You

A brick by brick for―
repeat of coming wall
in between us.

The ill-faith was
taller than the divide,
searching deceit.

It was not possible.
Something doesn't make
you human again.

Satish Verma

Atonement

Come inside
me and explore god of
fire burning the world.

A miracle was
not the answer. The pathless
trek ends in water.

To live or not
to live like light
in eyes of moon.

Satish Verma

Glorification

I see dark lines
under your eyes. Something
was amiss.

Tears had dried
up. One does not get
even the longing.

To find the missing
letter to tell the desire.
Will you follow me?

Absurd hyphens increase.
Do you get some serenity
from bloodberries?

Cannot hold on―
my lovely rags. Words talk,
hello the pain.

Satish Verma

All Is Forgiven

Don't give me aches,
by becoming tall.
I will not change my style.

Not scared. There
was a pause, between
the screams.

There you were
playing with the other truth,
which was not mine.

I was not alone,
buried in your hums.
Pain was my goddess!

The lamb was dead
taking off her coat. I wear
the skin of dandelions
to walk on wet land.

Satish Verma

Blurred Landscape

It was frightening
to grow up in light.
You wanted to come out
in dark for gene intimacy.

There were long
shadows of words, which
had their own character
and morality.

The suspense hovers.
The spark ignites the double
kiss when asked, stitching
the break.

In finding myself
anew, I lost you.
Death will not separate fragrance
from the rose.

Satish Verma

Rethinking

In nightshade
you had come, as a
prodigy, from the deep
sea of pain.

Digging the hole,
you made the first move.
Beautiful stop, after―
a long detour to find peace.

You craved, what
you wouldn't get. Something
breaks in my jar.
Rembrandt cries after
the ‘Night Watch'.

I will not go for
self-portrait again.
I want to become free
from the burning canvas.

Satish Verma

At The Beginning

A dewdrop climbs
a cloud to inspect the
Broca's area and tears.

My speech was
fragmented, picking the
wrong words to convey―
the pith.

Weary thoughts tremble.
You won't be near me, when
the jungle burns.

A war always
looms large, between the sky
and caged birds.
I don't want to break.

Venus flytrap,
becomes my home, I need
to sit at the edge
till sun sets.

Satish Verma

Pain And Endurance

The jungle was ageless.
Moon drops a hint.
Your poems go in flames.

In dark I had
weaved a dream. You were
worshiping a bystander.

The Ars Poetica took
a turn and became a
message for departing sun.

Republic of pain
signs up to cross the death
after meeting the talking trees.

Who will dance
to celebrate the history
of broken hearts?

Satish Verma

Absolutely

Deep within, you
wanted to know earnestly, why
did the things go wrong?

More than asking
you go mad. There were
no questions for god.

Peel of the words,
and lineage falls apart.
A sword was naked.

Satish Verma

No Ambiguity

Set to break;
something was left
incomplete.

Time's portal
lets go yesteryear, and
I ask myself, if the
moons were mine.

The jack screw
had turned the course
of life. Why did you
go for the wax model?

The chilly thing was―
everybody sings a question.
The vendor of pain
will not give the answer.

Anger edicts
to destroy all the moons.

Satish Verma

Failed

When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?

A tall promise was
broken. To see or not to
see writing on wall.

What was the half-truth
which would change the color of
horizon at dusk?

Satish Verma

For Fallen Deity

No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.

A collective
scream goes unheard, god sleeps.
The sky burns endlessly.

You will never know,
how do I live, when glacier
breaks, I fall in chasm.

Satish Verma

History Of Pain

Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.

Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.

Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.

Satish Verma

Self-Sacrifice

Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves
and falls. God, you―

Remain untouched
in sacred well of honor
like holy water.

I will come back
in tiger cave to count
the stripes of blood.

Satish Verma

Deeper Meanings

Still I am looking
at the path, from where you
disappeared.

In void between
living and dead, leaving no
memory to drape.

The dust will recall
the weight of footfalls in
air to bleed stones.

Satish Verma

Telling Truth

You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day
will break from you.

We had ached
together once. You are now
larger than death.

Going beyond sky,
you will step into space, and
I will start wailing.

Satish Verma

Candle Burns In Colors

Will mediation
work? I don't know.
Half-truths will betray.

A united birth
of good and evil. Was
it ordained? How do you
mend the eternal tear?

We had climbed
together the steps of god's
mount. But temple was
in ruins. Deity mauled.

The bullet holes
stillbleed. This was a
perfect win of black moon.
I cannot drink your tears.

Does it matter? You
were loosing the charisma?

Satish Verma

Not Parting

Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you.

Do you meet the
mockingbird often? Ask
the larkspur to stay open
the spur. I may come any day
to give a kiss.

Why did you
embrace the path
of submission, leaving
the prophet of mercy?

Between why and
how I was discovering
myself in vain.

Do you believe
in seclusion of pain?
I always cried in dark.

Satish Verma

Learning From Relics

Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings
massacre. You
burn inside.

The empire was in
ruins, I was searching
peace in half-truths.

A flying snake
lands on your chest,
when you were asleep.
You wouldn't find a clue.

The philosophy of
dying in beauty creates
a myth.

Why did you play with
questions. There were no
answers.

Satish Verma

The Scorpio

Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit,
in the rock, that brought
an earthquake.

The sensors were
becoming robotic. You cannot
feel touch or smell the
thoughts.

The spider silk
was very strong. It
twists your reasoning without
spilling blood.

Pass on-some salt.
It was too sweet to believe
in the words of a half-soul.

I want to get back
my old pain.

Satish Verma