Your Domain

To my horror, you
become a seadragon
and carry my legacy.

With kiss of flames,
the unique courtship ends.
Not to touch again.

How sparkling teeth
bite pink flesh, to taste
angel of sea.

Satish Verma

Sunlight Cheats

Escorting the ache
for a bath in tears for
the sake of feel.

Love was moving
towards west. Angst of living
on the sands of time.

This was killing. He
will celebrate the blurred
vision of bright sun.

Satish Verma

In Autumn

Between the hills,
were you ready for a
snakebite ritual?

What was the choice
between a triangle and
a silver dewdrop?

The birthmark swells
after taste of venom.
Silent prayer fails.

Satish Verma

Myths Of Ariel

Everything begins
with numbers, the curves.
The cleavage drops.

History is written.
Young times. You grow old
in shade of stars.

Brave words carry the
burden of weightless truths.
Moon immolates.

Satish Verma

Soundless Words

Why incomplete
embrace of death drinking
ambrosia of sin?

It starts from grave.
The vision― to find the truth
of life in absent maths.

A very short poem
will search path. There was no
answer in your eyes.

Satish Verma

Coming Back To Alma Mater

Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your
beautiful profile.

Wanted to see you,
where you were not present.

O god! who was running
this weird world?

Prepare for a
heat stroke in moonlight.

Naked as a blank paper.
Can you print
the end of unending?

Do not want to call
seers. I will search myself
to know the meaning of
dying gracefully.

Were you ready to become
a silhouette?

Satish Verma

Why Godheads

The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus.
Do you see me through,
when I break inside?

Won't you release your
white doves to smell
the melting moon
of summer's blues?

Nameless a poem swims
in your pale eyes. I
watch the cobra rear up
like a purple monkshood!

One day I will pay
back your debt, for the
myth of phoenix. I will
live for centuries in the
desert to rise from ashes.

Nobody becomes a conqueror!

Satish Verma

Did I Ask More?

Inviting yourself
for a kiss of wasp?

This was a hidden mood.

Being yourself,
you were insulting someone,
my poems, my theology.

Touching trees,
one by one, searching your
name on every leaf.

O God of half eaten
breads, why do you lie
on the petals only?

The tears fall
was becoming louder.
Frozen eyes are starting a
meltdown.

Where would you live
in autumn?

Satish Verma

Don't Tell The Truth

Searching hegemony
by a lazy eye was not
an easy job for you.

Like an impromptu
attack by a bald eagle
for a small bite.

Let's talk to burning
moon of the dark sky for a
thought of becoming.

Satish Verma

Crossing Death Zone

You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames
of a burning god.

Walk to the potter's
field, where books are
buried in wraps.

In the wasteland,
you can search the frozen
tears of Zen.

Satish Verma

Wounded Doves

We will watch the
sunset in cahoots and
focus on pulsars.

You live for a critical
cause. Never to retreat.
Was it possible without
some happenings?

The words come and go,
not uttering any sound.
To live or to die for a genesis?

Blooded sky bids
sad farewell to humming―
birds. My half-brother
weeps silently.

Taking final call
of human chain, from the
foster god. I return to
my grass roots.

Satish Verma

Lies Were Very Cruel

Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons,
accelerating the downfall.

Pomes go red. A
savage invite staring,
to bite the hidden pride.

We never agreed
dividing the river of grief.
Pounding non-stop
like the gorilla.

An endless hole sucks
our sun. Planets have no
choice in the moment
of holocaust.

The birds and bees
fly for the land of brides.
There was no marriage of sins.

Goriness has no excuse
to find another moon.
That was a stranger.

Satish Verma

Giving Up Oaths

One day balancing over
waters, someone drops dead.

Birds of a feather,
of no final abode,
were going to fall on
burning coals.

This was an era of
collective suicide.

Something goes amiss.
God was absent.
There was no evidence.

I should not have
fallen in love, with no talons.
I cannot bite the nails.

There were no sources.
No walls. You cannot find
the shade under the moon.

The imperial bell
will not toll.

Satish Verma

Picking Strange Thoughts

You may go around the world
to touch the moon.
Rocks will beat the power
of dust to take revenge.

My poems were shrinking.
The roses still bloom.
Between the words
and meaning, moon weeps.

Mutually I wanted to
share the meaningless pranks.
Life always betrays the death.
I die daily.

What was your awareness,
when you smell the breath of
an everlasting pain?
Does the god become a human?

Satish Verma

At The End Of Game

Very grim. You
promote the copperheads.
Lakes go dry.

I cannot stop
thinking, watching incessant,
the rains.

Waters send― the
crimson clouds to hide the sun.
Now that ice melts.

Become genderless.
You are walking on a
sleeping volcano.

Where the three
rivers meet, I stand on the bank
to watch bipolarity.

We are not yet dead.
Some wherea flutey whistle calls.
Follow the flames.

Satish Verma

Clear The Decks

Searching human
teeth. Real fossils.
Let go my hand.

Chasing the
flames. No moon to
brighten path.

Sweating in woods.
I am holding roses.
Not thorns.

Struck by
lightning, truth burns.
Rains will not help.

History repeats.
Animals roam in garden
of colored lilies.

It was diplomacy.
The patriarch dies, leaving
the legacy of harms.

Satish Verma

Miracles Happen

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem
finds its own words.

The thought
moves stealthily. You put
your hand on my hand.

Your eyes now
search the lost kingdom
of trembling nostalgia.

Will I remain
human? Living amidst
the burials? Do the dead
laugh?

Was there a casualty
at beach? You will not swim
nor drown, for becoming
a nightingale.

My eminent revere
was to live, waiting for
you!

Satish Verma

Becoming A Legend

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.

like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―

was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.

Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.

What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?

Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?

Satish Verma

The Solemn Pledge

In deep space―
I will not jump
off the ledge.

Blood waits―
to anoint your forehead
for a final call.

Memory crawls―
slithering, to feel
the sacred shroud.

Did you find
my footprints on the
rare altar?

Some days god weeps.
There was no need to sleep
like Buddha!

The spirit had
walked away from
ravaged frame.

Satish Verma

Suckers Come

Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?

The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.

Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.

Satish Verma

I Want You

You were my deepest
secret, like a blue
diamond. Playing with
children's moon, sun
releases you from chattel's
bonding.

Who was an abettor
in dark, when fireflies
were starting a mass
funeral? Moon was very
hot and you won't touch
it any more.

There was always an
ethnic rivalry, between
planets and stars. Anexoplanet
peeps into the field of
red clovers. Someone wants
to develop a progeny.

Satish Verma

On The Verge Of Collapse

Thin lips will quiver
to say something before
committing a sin.

You want to live
to think about the finish
of uncorruptible!

Does the divinity
break the sculpture and goes
to sleep in moon?

Satish Verma

Subjected To Suffer

No abode for me.
Still seeking impossible―
to find your home.

To define dharma,
when cosmic law of bridal
cannibalism ups.

For trans humanity.
I am sorry to ignite the
volcano in sea.

Satish Verma

A Silent Worship

To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes.
Moon will draw a map.

No beginning, no
end. Arguments continue
till the next world.

To go, not to go
was acrude dilemma.
The volcano waits.

Satish Verma

Legendary

It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon,
when you stop moving.

Ripples on cheeks
deepen in the fog, that will
settle on red eyes.

Someone should
lift the burden of life from
the trembling hymns.

Satish Verma

Holocaust

Like flint, I knew,
it won't work from beginning.
I wait for red moon.

A tragedy was to―
happen. So it happened.
Suddenly one day!

Could you halt it,
the engulfing inferno―
blazing the home?

Satish Verma

Last Dawn

A tardy spirit, when
you cannot change yourself.
The blue birds laugh.

Most needed was
the economy of words for
the brutal future.

Take my footpath
and walk towards the galaxy
to read human cost.

Satish Verma

Sweet Encounters

The second death
of orange-moon in―
blood, when sun sleeps.

The magic over.
I am tired of mystery to
die in blue light.

Anxiety rises. You
want to become a prophet
after losing esteem.

Satish Verma

Ucanny Thoughts

Break the bread.
Someone waits under
evergreen tree.

*

The tormentor does
not know the angst of falling
palm leaf from the trunk.

*

I will take goggles
to cover my red eyes from
the glare of iceberg.

Satish Verma

Strange Thoughts

Wash your eyes
with Dusty Miller. You will be
able to read me.

*

The ritual was to
pick mushroom under your
feet, not to hurt―

*

on the way to meet
god. Why the violence survives
when blood dries up?

Satish Verma

You Walk Like Moon

Mate, I don't know,
how to deceive you in bush.
I was born in sun.

*

Ardor moves in
orbs, which have no silver.
Only tangents will meet.

*

Do not define
any kinship between- two
wounded birds in sky.

Satish Verma

Mid Crisis

Unbashed you
come and go in dreams,
like chrysanthemum.

*

In captivity
of clouds, the moon paints
your eyes with tears.

*

Dethronement of
roses was the art of
bare all artist.

Satish Verma

Artist And Puppets

Surging tears
let me go, in rivers.
Sun will find shade.

*

Lunar eclipse
will not spill blood on road.
Reflection of self?

*

Time lives in
veins. The past and future
meet in present.

Satish Verma

Unmaking

The ink was fading.
I don't want to stay on the
right side of time.

*

Thoughts will mute. You
cast another spell on poems
I feel presence.

*

After arrival,
there was no departure.
Spirit will hover.

Satish Verma

Why Camouflaging?

How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide―
behind your eyes?

*

Venerating age
was brutal. Everyday I
count my lost coins.

*

Your hands tremor
after the cruel retraction of
knife from the poems.

Satish Verma

Come Out Of You

The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare
smudges on face.

*

I ask myself to know
thyself. Life will smell the blood,
of what hurt your dream.

*

Will not erase your
name from jessamine.
Winter always waits.

Satish Verma

Mixing Bowls

It was your choice,
to seek or not to seek.
God wasn't everywhere.

*

There was not much
argument to abandon,
lofty peaks for river.

*

Will become classic
in heap of dark moons.
That was called grace!

Satish Verma

Time Holds Me Clean

A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―

*

both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.

*

I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.

Satish Verma

Brief Answer

One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient
temple, why did you father―

*

the elephantine
blunder of creating universe
to destroy it again?

*

I was also the builder
of bold world on the paper
for nightingale.

Satish Verma

Beginning From End

Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from―

*

coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?

*

Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?

Satish Verma

Three Abstracts

Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.

*

Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.

*

Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?

Satish Verma

Sides Of The Truth

How would you talk to―
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?

*

The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.

*

Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.

Satish Verma

Marvelous Stings

Retrieve the ancient
mantra to invoke wandering
spirit of Agni.

*

Let the time burn
in crucible of fair pain to
test nugget's glitter.

*

Still virgin's book was
untouched― unopened
to redeem the words!

Satish Verma

Baby's Steps

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.

*

Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.

*

Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?

Satish Verma

Relics Of Words

An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.

*

The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.

*

Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.

Satish Verma

Blade Of Temper

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.

*

It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.

*

Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.

Satish Verma

Flawed Moments

Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.

*

There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.

*

Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!

Satish Verma

Exiting Self

The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.

*

Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.

*

No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.

Satish Verma