31 August, 2020

Who Will Survive

I seek you from you today.
Life itself has the power like an
absolute.Back and forth lights the vision.

When trees sing, I collect
the jasmines buds.An enigma hugs
me to solve the surrender.

Black words move around
the blind faith, The pain will not
cease.Returns again and again.

Satish Verma

30 August, 2020

All Mercury, All bare

Stepping on small spots
of shallow river,I was trying to reach
your bank.I take my place in pain.

A bonafide crime of looking
at the moon to forget the hunger
of earth in a disastrous fall.

Who was criminal in
court of divinity,when the most 
evolved creature reverts to worm.

Satish Verma

29 August, 2020

To Bring Peace

After half-journey I
will sit down under Bo- tree.It
knows me to and fro.

O sorrow of clouds
my bones sing. I want to be left
alone. I was unfinished..

In magnum love versus
hate pain intervenes.You burn tall
boards to collect the ashes of strong pillars.


Satish Verma

28 August, 2020

Scared Sun

The brown earth comes
out with empty hands when you
go to the field for bread.

Green valley had an
affair with a cuffed prisoner,who
was caught sowing the seeds of love.

You dip the ashes and
last remains of truth in the lake of
moon's tears,Will you be able to sleep?

Satish Verma

27 August, 2020

On Salt Lake

You were choked being
non-partisan..I was telling to trees
after the travesty of truth.

A contentious bitterness
breaks after the separation from river
of blood.Who has killed whom?

The dark secrets of the
whorling earth will never be known
to aliens.We were not bonafides.


Satish Verma

26 August, 2020

Will You Ever Sleep ?

When you stop speaking,
death recreates the birth of
an avatar of blue pains.

Don't hush up.No one tells
the truth.Everyone becomes one's
own judge.Moon was assassinated.

I quote Rudyard Kipling.
"If you can make a heap of all your winnings" 
and lose for your love,you are god.

Satish Verma

22 August, 2020

The Unsung Pain

You talk of black light.
I am not sure of which sun
you refuse to touch.

In moonlight your
behavior changes. The space
enlarges for wings.

The flight stalks the love.
Shy of becoming fossil the blood
footprints will speak.

Satish Verma

21 August, 2020

Hope Was Done

With minimum solar
effect on black spots of war and
peace. I was trying little water for sanity.

I always weave dreams
to invite my moon, so that I can
see your beautiful eyes.

Don't go my angel back
to your abode in deep sea.
Earth was burning. I am on fire.

Satish Verma

20 August, 2020

Take Me In Arms

I won't give up.
Don't throw the water on me.
I am playing with fire.

Killing quietly, you
slither like a snake to change
the sex in honor of seizing power.

Why death was being
sold very cheap, after the wrath.
Paper-thin love carries Himalaya.

Satish Verma

19 August, 2020

Long Journey

I will not talk, keep
your right hand in my left.
Something comes through your eyes.

Love is made of fabric.
You can wash it daily with tears after
bloody dialogues. Ants come later.

You don't belong to
renegade. I stand my ground
to carry on the mission to swipe suffering.

Satish Verma

18 August, 2020

Touching You Daily

Unmasking to remain
human. Listen, listen to my bane.
I am neither living, nor dead.

I am left with what I am not,
after you walked away with Agni.
My footfalls resound in water.

I am taking care of
lovebirds. They miss you when calls
don't come and food runs short.

Satish Verma

17 August, 2020

Time Was Changing

When you describe yourself,
I look at your greyish hands and
break all the mirrors.

Sheer betrayal. I
cannot count the bodies. How will
we starve to get liberation?

I will not live more
unless you walk with me to find
my burned down temple to ashes.

Satish Verma

16 August, 2020

O Blood, O Tears

I will search you again
in the mudslide of truth. The
endless thirst makes the earth run.

When you recite my
poems, a black hole opens the―
mouth to suck them in. I let the stars weep.

A deep darkness descends
to test the power of buried light
in the grave of white lies.

Satish Verma

15 August, 2020

Why Eyes Were Red

One in a million, I
found you. My inner core was wet.
A black cat follows me.

Who were coming
together on the burning coals, to
discover the meaning of life.

I wanted to know,
how moon kills me, when I
was inhabiting the blood lake.

Satish Verma

14 August, 2020

Words Crawl On Body

Sometimes I want to
throw down the gauntlet to―
fight with gold nuggets.

We remain divided in
silent pains, in a spat with
gods, after losing the lives.

Can you calibrate my
agony with jasmine's tender white
flowers? They wilt like me.

Satish Verma

13 August, 2020

Rare Encounters

Cheek to cheek
I plant a kiss in full moon,
when you stand in flames.

Before you left, why
did you bless me with ageless pain?
What went wrong in your epiphany?

Why you wear a stone
mask? Your eyes remain dancing
to play with immortal laughs.

Satish Verma

12 August, 2020

You Nearly Killed

A face-off between
spinning wheel and earth, appears
in moonlight. Sun bleeds.

When we cross path.
Bo tree sways intermittently to
make you realize the stalked moon.

Why you want to stay
in a cage of rituals. Go and
meet yourself in dark.

Satish Verma

11 August, 2020

Troubling Me

Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My virgin
thoughts move. A moon exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
Between stars distance was increasing.
I stop looking in mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves I want to walk straight
to watch rebirth of love.

Satish Verma

10 August, 2020

Broken Mirrors

Live children
between you and me,
breathing last.

Viola blooms
near spikes of flames.
Your hands tremble.

How will you live
without moon in dark
night of terror.

Hope flattens.
You love only yourself.
Earth, breaks water.

Satish Verma

09 August, 2020

Aborted Faith

It scares me. We
need to talk. It was very difficult
to remain honest. We are changing.

I ask Buddha, can you
come back? Moon has disappeared.
I forget the human touch.

Filed bones draw a
volcano on the chest of nature.
You inhale sulphur gas and die.

Satish Verma

08 August, 2020

Analyzing Myself

What was the infinity
of pain in everyday life? At night
I scramble to catch moon!

You were always invisible
I collect dust under your feet.
Wanted to become like you O Buddha.

Sometimes you cry
silently in sun under sky. The
shade of Bo tree burns.

Satish Verma

07 August, 2020

This Cruel Life

You give me your
love in fragments. All night
I drink the May moon.

It is hot, it is cool.
I cannot catch the fireflies
in your dark tresses.

Will it go like the entire
life to find the completeness
splattered in half words?

Satish Verma

06 August, 2020

Where Dreams Are Killed

All was nor well.
If I don't hit the road, who
will bring the light!

Rising faster, masculinity
to destroy migrant birds, without
making them stay.

Can you redefine truth
in dark, when moon was unable
to stop the butterflies.

Satish Verma

05 August, 2020

Meeting Ghosts

After I gave my life
to you, will you join a school to―
know, how deep was water in sea?

Beyond the stars lies
the dark sky giving birth to new earth.
Do we find, the aliens would accept us?

You will not find dead
souls in jars. The swollen heads
cannot think, cannot laugh.

Satish Verma

In Bell Time

Moon was not dead.
Now who will kiss the moonlight
on your face? Dark matter quivers.

Night sky was lit up.
There was a flower show to celebrate
the beauty of supermoon.

Soaked eyes sometimes
look beyond you. The contrast
hurts. Didn't want to privatize.

Satish Verma

04 August, 2020

Survival Of Fittest

I cannot catch your smell.
Time stands in my hands. There
was a question to kiss jasmine.

Did you send me a farewell
address? A quiet warrant? No
I cannot sleep on your tongue.

Why life leaves a bitter
taste daily. When I salute the
setting sun, it rains.

Satish Verma

02 August, 2020

Trading Sea-Salt

Something you were
missing to catch a flower moon.
I will not go for witch-hunt.

Pushing the peak, I
will not bow out. What you
have said was a golden truth.

Black panther comes
nearer in twilight. Blood
has been written on my hands.

Satish Verma

01 August, 2020

All Night

Noiselessly you come
in my poems to light the lamp
I ask myself, who were you?

I remember you intensely,
when you move away from gale
I floor my heart to taste the blood.

Do you think tears can
heal the wounds? Does a fall has
a moral to rise again?

Satish Verma