25 March, 2020

Street Weighs Steps

My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!

Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.

Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.

Satish Verma

24 March, 2020

A Living Death

I may be saying
goodbye under the stars dust.
At distance moon burned.

I was not familiar
with the shadow of eyes, that
moves faster then vision.

The morning sun
uncovers the pain of sky. How
far was the lotus in lake?

Satish Verma

23 March, 2020

Repeat History

That used to cover me.
My poetics. Now stars drag
the space and time.

This was a poet's dream.
It will wash away the wounds
of my past one day.

Why didn't you give
me a kiss a day, when I had
burned my pale hands?

Satish Verma

22 March, 2020

Too Proud To Bend

My bruised words
explode. I don't find any
meaning in life.

Why you meet a cobra
and shut your eyes? Time? Will
not wait for the birth of sun?

Darkness breeds thoughts
I break you first then remake
you in twilight to welcome moon.

Satish Verma

21 March, 2020

Rereading History

A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink.
A beautiful sunset.

If ever I lose you
I will never believe in
blue darkness of lips.

Tell me who was the
killer when I said I love you
to the end of earth.

Satish Verma

20 March, 2020

Pain Of Pain

Between love and hate
how do I meet you, when you
reject the kiss of flame?

This was invisible
love, before sunrise. Dream gazer
goes green in dark.


Hawthorn waits today
of another god's son. Do you
believe in bloodless murder?

Satish Verma

19 March, 2020

Thou Shall Not Cry

Moon disrobed today
to show the wounds. Why
were you bending a lot?

There was tremendous
bone loss. You would not jump
the pain. You touch my arm.

Then bare chest sweats.
You have to dig the answers
from the buried questions.

Satish Verma

Deep Fears

Drop your haves and
have-nots. When you lose things
you are at peace.

From time immemorial.
I was hunting the moon
and you slept.

You never woke, my
god limbless you didn't
move, when earth was dying.

Satish Verma

17 March, 2020

In Coexistence

It never happened before.
You burned me by sending blue
light from your sepia eyes.

In night the goddess walks
out of the painting. The new moon
turns around to kiss me.

Are you real or
humanoid? I unwrap my pain
and set you free from tears.

Satish Verma

16 March, 2020

Understanding Me

Avoiding haters
I kept quiet to exit from
quicksand of terminology.

Where do we meet
at horizon? I wanted to
say hello to bright moon.

Life betrays. I stumble.
Look at far distance. A supernova
was going to explode.

Satish Verma

15 March, 2020

O God

You were so afraid
of yourself, that you refuse
to cry without me.

When you were to cross
the path of moon, all the stars
trembled in dark night.

It was on, the ventilator
to revive a dead poem, before
I was born to die in your hands.

Satish Verma

14 March, 2020

The Penultimate

Finding my path in
twilight to reach your abode,
where light lives.

If you are an answer
Iam the big question. You tell
me everything without talking.

Your body smells of
smoke. You were trying to bake
you love on the flames.

Satish Verma

13 March, 2020

In God's Shadow

Searching a lost soul
I found you, and stripped
off the old moon from―

the forehead of Himalaya.
You wanted to manipulate the sun.
I will not stop star-gazing.

Do you know there
were no absolutes in life.
Will you brace the uncertainties?

Satish Verma

12 March, 2020

January Cool

Like corona a name
sits on your lips and the
moon starts dancing with you.

You stand there
before the mirror, eyes shut
flying to catch the rainbow.

Inaudible a prayer
zooms in. A hymn of moonlight
washes your hands to write grace.

Satish Verma

10 March, 2020

Inner Agony

I ask myself sometime,
who was your dynast of pain?
Why sky weeps and rains stop?

Why the queen sleeps for
a visual dream? How many names
the love has? What life demands?

Who will unseal
my questions? A hand slowly
covers the flames and clouds burst!

Satish Verma

08 March, 2020

Sending My Hymns

Make my path,
my dust. I want to leave
my bloody footprints.

Half-moonblind I
was collecting the tears of moon.
Dewdrops hang from my eyes.

Now where we go to
get our wounds healed up?
God was always sleeping?

Satish Verma

07 March, 2020

I Knelt In Flames

Going away from me,
I will not stay at milestones.
Road accepts the defeat.

Who was orbiting the
lake to find out the buried
Noah's Ark?

History repeats itself.
God becomes a stranger
weeps for the stolen heart.

Satish Verma

06 March, 2020

Hyperaesthesia

Growing moon seeds
on palms? Where was moon?
A single thought shakes us both.

Who was under
surveillance? You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.

Who you love in dark
when stars sleep and night
birds come out for singing.

Satish Verma

05 March, 2020

After Separations

I had asked you to leave
some stings for me. It helps
to bleed onpapers.

Some artifacts like my ring
is in your box to remember
me after crucifixion.

I didn't take my last
super. I will kiss your hand
before I drink hemlock.

Satish Verma

04 March, 2020

Incomplete Thoughts

You become a beauty
after abdication. The bell rings
without coronation.

Every shared pain
was tender. Each word
flies me to you.

You were afraid of
yourself in water. Sun wants
to be adored when I scream.

Satish Verma

03 March, 2020

To Tell The Truth

I borrow some words
from song birds and roses to
brighten my path. The timeless
pain always follows me.

Tell me how to live
in the troubled time.
I think what others don't
think. There was no ending.

The knowledge dips
I cannot read your message.
Cannot hear your echoes
from the valley of tears.

Where god lives when
it is dark? No excuses.
A light comes out from
the eyes. Plato thinks not.

Satish Verma

02 March, 2020

Bizarre Phenomenon

After race arousal
there was animal descent.
The gold diggers climb fairytale.

The controlled blast
avenges on the street. Belonging
drops the veil. We are topless.

Mode of violence
changes. Thrust was diplomatic.
Everyone shuts the mouth.

Satish Verma

01 March, 2020

Scoliosis

I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.

You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.

I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.

Satish Verma