31 May, 2020

Thinking Not

You could not keep pace
with me. I wanted to give you what
I didn't have. I don't like tears.

Do not fall in love.
My heart breaks when it snows
and the viruses laugh.

A periodic pain hurts
when would science fail and
philosophy starts its music!

Satish Verma

30 May, 2020

Memories Shimmer

A thought pricks again
and again. I cannot hear your
footfalls. In twilight, moon―

Comes, hugs you and
jumps into burning lake.
My ancient pain stands before me.

I have come faraway
from your home. My hand tremble
when I write your name on water.

Satish Verma

29 May, 2020

My Dilemma

I would not make
excuses. My nothingness let
me go beyond myself.

Sometime I ask
other self, why I find you in
pain and sorrow in love and peace?

Will you find freedom
from change, from power
and slavery of past?

Satish Verma

28 May, 2020

Undying Existence

It was self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.

This was my faith
on unknown. Do we have to
bargain for our truths.

When you see the beasty
of pain, you fall in love without
sensor of agitated mind.

Satish Verma

26 May, 2020

Broken Peace

Falling in tender
pain of line drawn between
us. Talking in air.

Bleeding night comes again.
I will not send it back to you.
I was stealing your curves.

Walking in dark
You have a hope. Sun will
rise soon. You will find the truth.

Satish Verma

25 May, 2020

Not A Dirty Game

Unflinkinglyyou
embrace a fireball and jump
into the lake to cool.

You forgot to give
me something under the moon's
shade and went to sleep.

The spider moves
gingerly, like a robot to
catch the god for supper.

Satish Verma

24 May, 2020

Art Of Punishment

Can you see yourself
from my eyes in dark.
The moon will not help.

Your face tells the
truth of timeless pain. Why
did you keep the viper in bed?

And then the blood
oozes from all the pores. Was
it the punishment of not believing?

Satish Verma

23 May, 2020

My Salt Was Not On Sale

My soul's half, leave
me alone. Things drop from
my hands, not you.

You become always a
new word in my poems
I will cover inequality.

Will you deceive me
one day like the god without
a temple on road?

Satish Verma

22 May, 2020

Burying The Past

A trivial pain
becomes a storm, severes the
words, bleeds the truth.

My legacy travels
with you to discover the ruins
of forgiven mistakes.

Do we belong to
primates, in evolution from
humanoid to god?

Satish Verma

21 May, 2020

No Vendetta

I go mad when moon
comes near me.
How you dare the flame?

Such a love. You
prepare to walk on the burning
coals, challenging deep ocean.

When the boat sinks,
I will carry you like butterfly
in the hands to meet the creator.

Satish Verma

20 May, 2020

Black Stones

Your color was changing.

Sometimes I wake up in
midnight to feel your breath.
Why does it happen?

Sustained Artemisia.
Deadly poison. I loved to know it.
My head aches, when I
think of my destiny.

The vision fails. You
collect the shards of crashed chandelier
from your eyes.

Agile thoughts restart
the song to drink moon.
Where were you?

Satish Verma

19 May, 2020

What Was The Great Idea

Someone unknown
will come back to say goodbye.
My heart will miss beats.

Sometime you want to
move away from yourself to
find light and come back to yourself.

Panorama dims.
Earth is covered by global fog.
I search my home in water.

Satish Verma

18 May, 2020

It Bleeds

Before the dawn
black sky breaks in my eyes.
We were very sick.

You were avoiding
the cross. I cannot pass on twisted
version of beautiful end.

Tiger was alone in den
waiting for a saddened song
on piano for a last time.

Satish Verma

17 May, 2020

Close-Up View

I saw you dying for
basics. Your legs were heavy
and then you start walking.

There was no Plato.
Hemlock begins to climb. You
smile and get ready for Odyssey.

Who will decide the fate
of earth. Aristotle becomes sick,
looking at the new tapestry.

Satish Verma

16 May, 2020

Love To Learn

Light makes you poor.
There was a back deal for
a wake up call.

What was the nature
of your violence? Did you need
any philosophy to kill?

What was the beautiful
idea to skin a dead religion
unmade by a god?

Satish Verma

15 May, 2020

When Galaxies Multiply

I won't come to you
while trying to read you.
Were you like a black hole?

Blues flicker, you brace
for violence. Wherever you go
you carry big bang.

To create your universe
I think there was no absolute.
What you are O god!

Satish Verma

14 May, 2020

Want To Change Myself

Waiting for you in
dark before the second moon
comes. Timeless pain casts shadow.

Can you find human
knowledge somewhere for me. The
small pause slips between us.

I want to listen
again Beethoven and see
Van Gogh. Why love disappeared?

Satish Verma

13 May, 2020

Asking Old Moon

An abstract romance
will take you to micro love
of nothingness in void.

I start collecting the
evidence, how to kill space
and you transcend time.

A rainbow knows the
secret of dark winter, when
snow hides under your skin.

Satish Verma

12 May, 2020

Bolting Dark

Some sadness, some pain.
I tell myself, don't be proud
of reaching the peak.

Come on mini moon.
Earth was devastated. Loneliness
plays havoc. I want to―

Run away from myself.
Who will stop me. You had shaded
my storms. I will remain happy till death.

Satish Verma

11 May, 2020

In Hurling Light

I will speak less
when words exhaust to find
the meaning of life.

Break a heart to drop
the pride of climbing pink
rose on the white wall.

What was left in
my brown eyes to see a river
weeping in the desert.

Satish Verma

10 May, 2020

After Rebirth

Want to celebrate
each day in mud pack. Life rewards
one day daily. My bones glitter.

You trespass the deep
pain and my words bleed.

How come we move nearer
to each other after the fall
to search oneself.

Where the love goes
when a ghost takes
hold of you.

Satish Verma

09 May, 2020

In Ignorance

Become a friend of
yourself in light as a stranger,
without sexism.

I celebrate the fall
of towers. You cannot make
a big hole in blue sky.

Can we hold hand
like sun and moon entwined
together in twilight of sunset?

Satish Verma

08 May, 2020

Call Of Faith

What a lovely thing,
moon meets the sun in sky.
Were you sober today?

Your almond eyes
ultimately meet the destiny.
You tie a knot in tresses?

It is true you will
go far where an asylum of
trust waits for a blessed one?

Satish Verma

07 May, 2020

Metaphysics Of Shrine

It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth,
by royal grave or by burning ghat.

Did you ever come
out from yourself, to find the
meaning of life versus death?

Mathematics of love
was a dark matter. The loneliness of
success had made you a purdue.

Satish Verma

06 May, 2020

Too Prudent

Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just my way don't go.

It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in fish market.

Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.

Satish Verma

05 May, 2020

Collective Loss

In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree
searching footprints of Buddha.

In war we take off
our shirts chasing the pain of
poverty. Do you doubt yourself?

In grief I was learning
from you. How to paralyze yourself
in voices of fake slogans.

Satish Verma

04 May, 2020

In Your Own Temple

Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?

Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turn.

You speak via eyes,
how to live in sanctum sanctorum
without dying?

Satish Verma

03 May, 2020

I Don't Know

It was most beautiful
your broken heart
in the grip of twilight.

Who speaks the truth
after gaining the heaven a
double edged sword cracks.

I cannot decide
who wins and who lost
in the war of words.

Satish Verma

02 May, 2020

In My Painting

You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands,
which were rough and cracked.

Were you digging
your future? Pomegranates
always left red scars.

Don't ask the god
who was helpless, sitting
on sun to cool you.

Satish Verma

01 May, 2020

To End The Poem

When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.

Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.

I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.

Satish Verma

To End The Poem

When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.

Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.

I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.

Satish Verma