Exited

Tell me exactly, the
real meaning of love!
Don't say it is a flower lei.

It is also not hornet's
breed. Will you take my shelter
one day. Truth was not worthy of it.

Who fathered the Satan?
I ask. I don't recall you
O my god! What happened?

Satish Verma

I Need You

You are made anew
everyday. Something is peeled off
from your skin. Sometimes blood is drawn.

It is very hurting to
your pride. You cannot walk nude
in your house to invite god of rains.

The sun burns your
wall of truth. Strange, there was
no one to teach history.

Satish Verma

What Else You Should Know

Who am I?
I search my name on your face.
You won't recognize a lost coin.

The cadavers move
and talk. For what we lived
to understand our land.

The rose garden has
young Areca Palms to play
with roses in sun.

Satish Verma

Begin With Ending

Your half-surrender was
unique. Going home to find the truth
of end of a beautiful story.

A mid-life pain takes
the memories in lake of fire. The
saga of urgency of moon ends.

Once there was a name
to solve the cognizant problems
of truth. Now prevails the virtual.

Satish Verma

Freezing Time

Not understood you well.
Me living in myself. Your eyes will behold
what my naked hands carry.


My truth was also your truth,
in same boat. I cannot recognize
my path in sea. Moons dancing with each other.

Let us wait for night fall.
The lines in your rough hands. What do they tell?
I am collecting palm leaves. Who was coming?

Satish Verma

Who Woke Me

What you did not get,
was found at the bottom of sea.
Was it due to dance of swans?

You held me tight,
when the rains stopped.
A moon kissedspot still burns.

An intimate wound of
hard life, was not given by you? Then
who had kissed me in quiet departure?

Satish Verma

Little Feet Measuring Earth

You still don't know
how to address the lion standing
in the burning bush.

In my deep cave your
footprints unsettle me. You try to
save the half-written tragedy.

I don't see any violence
to fill my empty hands with new moons
to repeat the undoing of the faith.

Satish Verma

The Search Ends

It was extraordinaire.
You were always living with delicate
flowers surrounded by stings.

There were stigmas
without styles and hummingbirds
standing in air made me cry.

A colourful sparrow sits
on the sill of window to deliver
a message, garden was no more.

Satish Verma

Still Wandering

There was something
wrong. Yet I had not come
to my home. Trust was eroding.

Moon comes under fire.
Maskless he was stealing beauty
of earth, in freezing dark.

I had no ambition left.
Even touching the truth of
three layered lies of love.

Satish Verma

Emotional Chains

Two kisses for a golden
lie. Don't manipulate the shelter.
Moon will take rest in my poems.

Song of sparrow has
died. I am bewildered. From where
I start writing glory of sunrise.

My each nerve trembles
when I gather the dried jasmines,
you dropped telling goodbye.

Satish Verma

A Letter Unwritten To You

Are you ok? When
the moon rises on sea, I become
worried about the blue butterflies.

The Morning Glory always
inspires me, in her swaying to
welcome the beautiful dawn.

And when your sleep
goes, you start reciting shlokas
with smoke and sparks.

Satish Verma

Where Was The Justice

Your mercy was very
little O god, for equal-halves.
Nobody was perfect.

Alive and kicking,
yet harmless. The moons were
alone in togetherness.

You always lied― How
deep was your pain, when sun
was rising without light?

Satish Verma

I Will Never Change

I would take a call
after I seceded from my wounds.
It took me a while to become Buddha.

You outshine, being
a wave breaker. I touch the
stars to squeeze light from dark curves.

Will you remain
vegetable? Your fingers play
like the blind pianist on my face.

Satish Verma

Bloody Words

Between poverty and
theology. I want to take on you
in moonlight, but is not controversial.

It was very beautiful,
the rain dance of symphony invoking
the godless punishment.

How can you carry a
crowd to complete a journey at the
bank of the river of blood?

Satish Verma

Blue Targets

Let my pain go, then
I will think of you during break.
I was teaching pure truths.

You disturb my sleep
to read the holy books again. Why we
were guilty of not taking arms?

Don't shoot at bull's eye.
It doesn't bleed and you always misfire.
Your fingers will play Beethoven.

Satish Verma

Becoming Otherself

My goodness, you too
hit the road, to be without desire.
Resolute black birds follow you.

Sun is visited by red
moon in twilight, before parting
once a day for a kiss.

Life betrays everyday.
Yet I won't accept defeat by
lover wearing a face mask.

Satish Verma

My Pledge

Put on hold your pain,
outside our love. Your tears falling.
My hands to become flowers.

I go to milk tree to
pay back the debt. You rub my arms
gently. I shed my negatives.

Paradigm? Man says
ghosts live. A snake never leaves
her eggs. My poems remain induct.

Satish Verma

Melting In Cold

Writing of words names
on paper gown, you catch the fire like
Casabianca on burning deck.

Must I stay! You
give a last call to unseen book.
It was not an ordinary trial.

Your eyes light up
when flames touch you. You
take a long breath and jump into sea.

Satish Verma

Beware Of Pain

Sitting in a wake
you don't feel peace. The vigil
has a buzzing sound.

No benefit comes.
Your fingers speak for the broken
faith. Where gods sleep?

The candles in wind
were blowing up at the bank
of river, which has dried up.

Satish Verma

Testing Time

Somewhere a pin
drops in pitch dark. The deity
appears incognito, rising from dust.

I was dying for
your truths after separation from
myself in a disturbing moment.

Grave danger was for
eternal lovers, like swans, would
fight sincerely to die.

Satish Verma

Street To Street

Nature, she was
playing with us. Any savior becomes
a man eater in savannah.

On descent the body
explodes, to become a silhouette,
to attract the creator.

You were endangering
the earth O destroyer. Was it
devotion or crucifixion?

Satish Verma

Friendship

When life burns out.
You create a colossus that will
ultimately destroy you.

Pinnacle of success
brings loneliness. You would
search yourself for company.

Who will not sit
for your wake, when somebody
pulls you out from pyre.

Satish Verma

Let's Write Off The Moon

Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
Therewas no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Satish Verma

Dragging My Load

Killing myself
creating a new man, breadth
by breadth without birth.

Ash smeared on your
forehead, you move towards setting
sun. Flames write your message.

On the chest of dead.
There will be no past, no future
in the dust of fallen warriors.

Satish Verma

Conflict Between Desires

I lost my soul.
You should not have left like
a thread from needle.

What could not be done
was to take liberty with alphabet
of life. Why pain comes without words?

Something turns my
past, after anointing young
poems of abdication.

Satish Verma

Thinking In Curves

I want to forget
my gains of deliverance in―
reopening the economy of pain.

My logo was simple
to carry your own cross to prove―
that I can rise from dead.

The numbers hurt.
I cannot touch the awards for
throwing my dreams one by one.

Satish Verma

You Live In Sorrow

Is it futile to count
the tears of falling stars? Things
are slipping from my hands.

At night I talk with moon
and ask what was your game.
Trees look at me.

Lifeless, the sun hides.
It is raining again in poverty.
The words have lost meanings.

Satish Verma

Going Incognito

Don't drink in eye
of storm. Go and sit on
the seat of judgment.

Stars are beginning
to walk again. Tulips want to be
born again without moons.

So sad that I cannot
recall your face and I give
up my name for you.

Satish Verma

Searching The Method

The mirror looks dirty
if you don't wipe out the blood
splattered during assassination.

Oh Godfather, the hourglass
was hypersensitive. Plucks the
time to go in reverse.

The flames become
blue. A humming bird hovers around
to find her old nest.

Satish Verma