30 April, 2020

Never Found You

I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.

My dreams prick
me. Time to hang my boots.
Enough was enough.

But the tears won't
dry on the cheeks of love.
I start my last journey.

Satish Verma

29 April, 2020

Defaulter

After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.

The world would
freeze, when I burned and
the phoenix did not dive.

Listen, I love you
within me. O god to feel your pulse
when I decided to kill me.

Satish Verma

28 April, 2020

Virginity

In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?

I learn from you
small things like kissing
the blood of the thumb―

When the arrow was
shot towards the tiny eye
of a dead snake.

Satish Verma

27 April, 2020

Freedom From Pain

Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.

A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.

Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.

Satish Verma

26 April, 2020

Pure As Gold

You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch.
All night you remained in my thoughts.

I will not bid you
good night, because you will
not leave me.

I refuse to go, you
refuse to come. When will we
meet to undo the sins?

Satish Verma

25 April, 2020

You Were Not Like Me

My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs
I become a moon orbiter.

Your body moves
like an eel in my eyes.
Blue lakes sleep.

Let the candle in wind
go.The gift was not understood.
Pink flames rage again.

Satish Verma

24 April, 2020

This Violence

Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely
shocking in damp air.

Love in pieces. My
skin burns, without flames
when you kiss the thorns.

Worst was not enough
I want to drink hemlock
to turn my neck blue.

Satish Verma

Don't Sell You Thoughts

You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.

Shared pain was tangled.
Love takes the defeat.The temple
is demolished under moon.

A chandelier crashes
with piercing noise.Pink glow
vanishes from the cheeks of sun.

Satish Verma

22 April, 2020

Vision In Dark

Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.

Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?

Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.

Satish Verma

21 April, 2020

We Were Too Proud

The animal wakes
in you, when moon cries.
I bend to lift the sun.

Blood has no Dharma.
I sit as an amber fossil.The
ripple in dust will not take it.

I am worrird about you.
The mating between words
gets ready to fight stigma.

Satish Verma

20 April, 2020

Into Depression

When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-

Brings the anaphylactic
shock.I look at the faces to find
out, how many times god cries.

Don't write me on
your lips like an ephemeral
smoke rising frome the castle.

Satish Verma

13 April, 2020

In Honeymoon

Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.

Standing under the
pine, you wait for the cloud
birth in water.

The sun begins to shut
the eyes. Will die red before the
moon rises.

Satish Verma

12 April, 2020

In Twilight

A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.

Where would you
go in dark to taste the
secret right to burn?

A corona of scented
thorns on your head attracts
the queen bees.

Satish Verma

I Am Not Changing Myself

Holed up
in my book
I find peace.

Riding moon, you don't
reach the other world.

Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.

The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.

The holy place
ignites.

Satish Verma

11 April, 2020

Washing Relics

Stay with me to
see the blitzkrieg of comets
with long tails to shame moon.

I walk into the
trap laid by clever goons of thorn.
The tulips remain quiet.

The sharp tongues
throw the sinkers in sea.
There was no boat in sight.

Satish Verma

Who Was Yogi?

I cannot pretend
you are far away like stars
when your songs hug me.

Grass green my poems
wait for the dew drops like
tears of the moon.

My warrior sleeps
in snow, till my love like
sun, wakes you up.

Satish Verma