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