Anchor Buried In Clouds

A dimpled moon
crosses your path. The surred
loop empowers me.

I catch the fire
of loves echo in valley
of tears.

Don't break this
mad world for the sake of
your enemy's dream,

A tiny dot grows
into a big wound of your
lips to write a poem.

The blood-colored
pain overwhelms the eye
of hiding Sun.

Satish Verma

Walking In Twilight

Have you ever seen,
how the moon rises to tell the
story of slaying?

December was white,
I scramble to plank the blog
was to warn you.

The stillness quivers
words flow in icy air to
fix a tattoo on your arm.

You give a hearty
laugh, winning a race on
stingy thorns.

Your secret journey
begins like an odyssey to meet
your eternal pain becoming a god.

Satish Verma

Hope Dies Daily

I was extremely
hurt. Your taped lips won't kiss.
I will die hundred moons.

Can you give me
freedom from the pink rocks
of salt and snow.

I think, I should not
drop your name at the edge
of my trembling poems.

I walk in sleep
to listen to your surrender
before the bald eagle.

You were always in
hurry to shut the book
of life without reading it.

Satish Verma

Footprints On Sands

It was to happen
from known to unknown,
sibylline hands held the head.

This was my first
love to catch the tears of moon.
Honey drips. From where bees come?

After I gained you in light,
I lost you again in deep dark.
Birth of venus was rehearsed.

Why did you paint
your name on forehead to
attract the dying desire?

The poetry decides the
fate of falling star on the hey,
before you burn your port.

Satish Verma

Amaryllis Blooms

It was yesterday's
sin. The poem like a lovely
face starts a monologue.

In infinite dark
you come like a prayer,
I shiver like a temple.

Nobody wants me
to depart, under the stars
like a genetic gain.

The moon was on.
Light was dim, I was still
grieving not to touch you.

My apology for
saying goodbye. Breath to
breath I gave you my life.

Satish Verma

Analysing Myself

You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.

Living in heart only
for transient love. Was it possible
to become immortal in poems?

One day I will meet
you outside the moon. Where
our embraces have gone?

A street car stumbles
on rocks of broken windows.
Now I cannot see your face.

What was left in
our hands. I read daily your
lines. They cry every night.

Satish Verma

Beauty Of Truth

Sometimes I will not
tell you. You had shown me light.
Do not go in storm.

Let me unlock the
known. Knowing too much
was curse of unknown.

What you want to
say was a predicament. The
problem of non-loving hurts.

Can you exist with
my humility? I will touch
your eyes colour.

The time of sorrow and
sorrow of time are not same.
Do not break the silence.

Satish Verma

Moonwhite Heart

Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.

The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.

I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?

The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.

The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.

Satish Verma

It Was Not Your Refusal

When you disturb
me, I feel as if you
have arrived.

You become yourself
like the serene water
of a blue lake.

Passion of a poem
has a splendid effect.
The street going nowhere cries.

Tonight I will ruffle
your hairs to hide the
moon face of a rising star.

What sparks a prayer,
when I think of losing you.
Organic tears give way.

Satish Verma

Fire Game

An ocean floods
your eyes. Flares the wound
of words. There was no friend.

Across the borders,
nameless horses run to win
the race. There were no masters.

Let it go. The time,
I forget myself and start
searching the other self.

Will you walk
with me in snow? To locate
the buried hand of the butcher?

Tonight I will
become a priest to write
on the walls of love flame.

Satish Verma

Chained Love

I sit in your prayer.
Marygolds clap.
You come and go in dark.

Buddha lies down and
thinks. Why sandalwood gives
beautiful smell without burns.

A room collects
cadavers. You search your
father in ashes.

In the domes your
voice comes back after meeting
God in distress.

Where truth lives? Have
you ever heard of him or
crossed him on the road.

Satish Verma

Pink Bruises

When you lit
the candle. I become stranger
to me. Time stops.

In short sojourn
the mystery deepens. Sometime
I don't understand you.

A private message
comes and goes. A wall rises
between truth and lies.

I want you, but
cannot touch the sea salt.
A ghost walks with us.

Blue marks appear.
Did you try to squeeze my arm?
Memories hurt like arrows.

Satish Verma

May Be

Like a planet you
are orbiting the black hole.
I become my enemy.

There was no life
left. Milky way wants the
journey to continue.

Disinherited. My
baby pains were chained.
I will not rescue the truths.

It was unasked
insult of artifacts. The hypocrisy
made the face ugly.

The world stops,
when you think of me to make
the replica of rebirth.

Satish Verma

Waning Moon

Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?

Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?

Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?

Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?

What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?

Satish Verma

Sea Will Drag Me

You pretend― there
was no god. I want to
see your eyes color.

Like lovers, two stars
collide in midnight dark.
Miranda was the lead.

What was the politics
of legs. They always take
you to salt lakes.

No self-loathing,
watering, the leaves. Roses
will not shed the thorns.

My vision will
see through your mask. You
are going to jump on flame.

Satish Verma

There Was Ample Pain

A judge sits on
stone to dismantle the
sky made of hollow men.

Knower becomes unknower.
Lies will not win. Truth
was calling.

Your eagerness was
supreme. Cults are masters
of opportunities.

Contradictions will
stay. I will follow no one.
The message will reach.

Nobility was gang raped.
Road of the day was lost.
You float in thoughts.

Satish Verma

If You Are A Human Being

When you predict
your end, I sell myself
to die on cross.

The trick to rise
from dust shows the strength
to make immortal―

Your name. why
do you like the game of power.
I will not play poker.

Many unanswered
questions still remain live
between lies and death of gods.

You will come back
to me one day for rebirthing
the old alchemy of love.

Satish Verma

Equality

You were not normal.
Relentlessly you were trying
to kiss the flame.

Agni, goddess of fire
still invites. When nightingale
comes, you undo earthly pain.

To recover the lost
poem, black rose still haunts.
A jewel twirls in your brown eyes.

Erotica? No beyond
that. A desire sits on the lips of
bee-sting, the words wait.

Sylvia Plath, where
are you. I have still not
understood you. The Venus cries.

Satish Verma

Sun Was Cooling

It was a weird
night. Recreating revenge by
throwing rocks on daisies.

You bring mummified
daffodils for the queen
to stop the resuscitation.

There was so much
noise between the full stops.
Words forgot to say prayer.

When you wear the face
of animals and insects,
death becomes a religion.

How many dreams
you had under the lids to
entice the wandering poet?

Satish Verma

Bee-Stings

Life was behaving
strangely. You said I
have the right to die in
zero gravity. Blood moon―

flaunted a big smile.
The last kiss was on fire
I burnt my poems. There
was an eternal peace.

Why one should shut
the golden treasury. No
more ruptures. Was it not
a miracle? You were chasing still me.

You hire the tongue
of others to speak truth. Your
vernacular was changing. Why your
words were dipped in honey?

Satish Verma

Lost In Thoughts

The template has
no commas. You have
taken away all my sleep.
I cannot breathe in your garden.

In remission who
wants another life? Blue
spots on my body invite
someone, to lick cobras bites.

It was sameness.
You were repeating yourself
forgetting that one day words
may lose the prowerss.

The art of dying
was very weird. You wanted
to defeat yourself. Eager
to know who were you.

Satish Verma

In Order Of Being

A thousand moons
you walked to search me.
A sparrow waits at the
end of road to welcome a pilgrim.

You were wearing
the red linen to narrate
the story from birth to death.
How many rivers you had crossed?

The blue black sky
always glittered in moonless
night. Wine glass will
spill the elixir to meet gods.

Wake in my dream
O nightingale. It is god's
domain to find the answers
of perennial questions.

Satish Verma

Smoking Guns

You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration.
O god how you want
to be adored in dark?

Petrified I am
fighting the flames of hate
and jealousy. A merciless
sun won't cool down.

Come on my love,
it is time to talk. Honeybee
hive is swaying in storm.
Want to bite?

Amnesia. Age was
taking its toll. I don't remember
my face. The nameless god
will not join.

Satish Verma

Come To Me As You Are?

You are landing
in all my poems. Mirror
speaks death from death
life from life.

Born in clay oven.
I praise god. You leave
your handprints.
Loaves were mine.

Was it not insulting
fire? A catastrophe? I
worshiped the goddess Agni
for its immaculateness.

An eagle makes
a preemptive dive
at interphase of lips and
tearful eyes.

Satish Verma

Freak Happenings

When the moon
dips in lake in snowfall,
I let you forget me.

I am reverting
to count the beads in
memory of unborn kisses.

Rock prison of
roses, you don't want to
leave the enticing smell.

The grit, the mettle
was gone. Poem hunter goes
back to barn.

A new god may
take a rebirth to bury angst
from lust to dust.

Satish Verma

Character

Transcending the wall,
living in the shell of a moment.
I want to retrieve you.

The bush fires may leave
us separately. The wayfarer
has still the grit to walk.

You walk around
the mount, seven times to
prove the fidelity of legs.

I did not earn you.
Like a comet you crashed
in my lap burning a hole.

What was the desire
of a wailing night, never
reaching the ocean.

Satish Verma

Dreamscapes

Yes I will not understand
the mathematics. It divides
you and numbers kill.

Nietzsche said― "Live
Dangerously". And the lost
ship agrees, takes in water.

A lump in throat
looks at the glittering knife.
What purpose does it meet?

Your pride should not
grow tall. The homelesswords
will search me.

In bright noon
your shadow shrinks. Fall
at your feet to beg.

Satish Verma

I Think, I Don't Exist

I am reading
your eyes. Do you blink
when moon smiles.

This is my victory
day. A troubled poem has
found its muse in tears.

I beckon you to―
create a realm of understanding,
stopping at global heat.

I say to me
to become a colossus to bring
out the meaning of wall.

Was it not the pivotal point
of hate, conflict and wars?
Answer must be written in song!

Satish Verma

Reincarnation

A birthplace turns
into religion. Poem goes
on trial. No delusion.

I was afraid of
persecution. Stay by me.
A mount burns.

Your hand made
doll dances along rapper.
Nopatience for peace.

Take care. You are
melting down. Sun has come
to meet you at door.

Give me a name.
Moon was becoming a paranoid.
He wants to adopt you.

Satish Verma

My Gifts

Moon dust is falling
in melodious rhythm. Again
I remember you intensely.

An immaculate pain
spreads the white shroud. You
walk on it leaving red footprints.

Why I think, not to
think, amended by your tears
before you reached god.

God, I will not repeat
the sin, the crime to test the fidelity
of sun. he burns you to ash.

Ah! the poverty of words
cannot ask cobra to spread
the hood. I want to sleep under.

Satish Verma