Via Negativa

Do I love you in absentia?
The changer sits quietly. What
you are not, I am.

Goldylocks comes again
on my paper. I am shedding one
by one all my bearings.

When the life meets
death, I stand on no man's land 

to find if any spark was left.

Satish Verma

Silence Of Darkness

My caged wish was to
give you freedom. Step by step I am
coming down with open heart.

The goldilocks scrambles
to meet her rival to feel the
human pain.My trembling hurts.

A swan stretches her neck
to condole the falli of moon in lake. 

Out of hope come the nuggets of tears.

Satish Verma

Failed Dimensions

Moon wanted to bathe
your singed feet with moonlight since
you were walking on simmering coals.

A honey soaked watershed
divides a holy stream.Thick very thick
tears will roll down on time's cheeks.

You will start make-up
with pink eyes.Time to celebrate the 

 rising sun to pick handful of stars.

Satish Verma

You Wion’’t Remember

I always said, only you
can do this.The charisma of your
love stitches the cryptic halves.

At sunset, I will forget
my name.There was no second
coming. Where will we go?

Conversing with dead begins.
A birch wood starts punishing the 

white roses on black day.

Satish Verma

Between Strangers

When I speak to me
your golden skin listens, stretching
the pigments on your face.

The words disappear after
making tears. I start reading a
name on a shrine.

Everyday the worry comes.
How to remain a human being in 

the jungle of sandlewood?

Satish Verma

Hot Poetry

What matters if I am
entering water. It does not bite.Your
attitude will preserve my pain.

What should be eliminated
to keep us in peace. Words don't die.
They float in air. Moon hides---

The blood leaking from
black sun.. I watch the grief of purple 

beauty sitting on flames in burning sky.

Satish Verma

Poems Knock

Life distributes the ashes. A gale
throws the flowers to weigh your love.
Sometimes I stop thinking.

What is happening behind
the curtain? Death brings the live pain
of fossilized to-morrows.

Come my love, come.
Lets see the tiny pale drops oozing

from the skin of dying moon.

Satish Verma

Inevitable

When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.

To bring down sun's
corpse, I kiss your song, so that
rainbow kills the clouds.

Let's go to the land
between two rivers and collect 

Babylon jewels for ever.

Satish Verma

Indelible Writing

The caged golden bird
discovers a very thin line between
holy sin and a painless homicide.

There was a beautiful
butterfly nailed on a blackboard
to read the savage fascism.

The nebula does not intervene
when the silver bullet leaves the home 

to hit the eye or water.

Satish Verma

Sitting on a Cherry Tree

The fig and cherry
will always marry in shrouds.
Can god come in a disguise?

A wishbone walks to
meet a very wise mahatma.
Blues were always faithful.


You want to bless
a tiger after the crowd fell
apart while worshiping sins.

Satish Verma

Erased Writing

A scream comes from
the shooting comet. Your poem has
become a prayer.

The tonsured moon
rubs with sooty heart of a satan.
Life will never be the same.

Mirrors become dirty.
I don't want to see the reflected

faces of stars landing on earth.

Satish Verma

Triangle

What I am now,
that I was not.The fireworks
have begun.

You were silent
like an infidel standing under
a tree to be hanged.

The wind was hysteric
from the time of birth in water 

after emotional break.

Satish Verma

A Parabe Repeats

A glimpse of you,
looking at me. I was giving away
my blood to my poems.

It was coming and going of your
body song. Standing before the
mirror doing hair. I am numb.

Colonization. I am
breaking. An interstice tells me full 

story. An arch in sky becomes arrow.

Satish Verma

A Bizarre Event

I had no words to
explain, How a headless cock was
walking with me on road.

It was a fierce battle
between water and flames. Wind,
blood and sky will avow.

The secret pain lies in
my heart. I am sighing slowly From. 

sea was emerging wounded sun.

Satish Verma

I Want Answers

Long back you were lost
in the herd. Do you believe my love will
come back? Dust covers all footprints.

Here you go. The humble
blood seeks truth from falling walls.
Can you write the spelling of fidelity ?

The red lake was quiet.
You give a warm hug before you bring 

down blue hills in water.

Satish Verma

Shuddering Shadows

O my love nobody
but you will sleep in my dreams,
till I come back from the river.

The candle will burn
to lighten the stairs all night.
I was coming empty hands.

My songs have gone
to jungle to collect black berries. 

for my skeeping goddess.

Satish Verma

Silver Age

I carry no name.
You dream my poem to search
me in your heart.

The violence of muted
dialogues tear the atmosphere of
unknown pains.

Small words pull you
to dissect the lust of untouched 

moons. I want to live again.

Satish Verma

Something Was Left

I was your religion.
Nothing was to be done, standing beyond
the touch down in knee deep water.

Talking to sun,about mantras.
Why was god breathing heavily ?
What was to become obsolete?

You are carrying the burden
of broken heart. The sheep were running 

in rain. Do you think the moment has come?

Satish Verma

Not My Choice

It was not opulence.
Black widow eats the mate after
the love. Cannibalism has gone very high!

Will you cheat on me ?
I ask the moon after the consecration
of a fallen comet on pyre.

A devout was smearing
the dust, after the white elephant 

had trampled the clay temple.

Satish Verma

Of My League

 I will go Buddha. 

Ethically I stop growing. Looking 
at youI I go blank. No thoughts. 

Playing with zeroes 
I am numberless. No length. 
No height. I am in suspension. 

Cannot touch you. 
Face. Eyes. Lips. You don't hear. 

soundless words wearing a mask.

Satish Verma

How to Say Love

Strang, nobody speaks
lie. A poem to Venus, in the land
of flames. Like you wanted to think.

It was fever. Can
you twist the moon? I was waiting
for something unheard. I die daily.

Akhmatova,don't cry.
I still read you daily. Did we
know each other from other life?

Satish Verma

When Time Flies

A windless kite was
wavering, like a prayer in sky without
words. Would you come to see me?

How do we shake
hands without fingers.? Can you
write your name on wet sands?

O diva, the road stops
here and thereafter is deep gorge.
At the bottom you stand waving.

Satish Verma

There was Nobody

In life's drama, art
of dying is played daily. Not
a single word I would write.

Whenever my mind reads
a bleed, you start washing my wounds,
presumptive to do something.

You are not another one,
a prawn on the heap of catch.The 

prayer descends from sky to sleep god.

Satish Verma

Pure as Moon

Contextual. I don't
get that much-I ask. How difficult
it was to remain like gulmohar*

A collision course will meet you
tomorrow.You were a step forward.
I was held back to know the truth.

You were always orange
and red. I want to remain a human being.
I tell explicitly. You were Agni.

*Delonix regia

Satish Verma

Fog Lets You Go

History repeats. You are
drifting away from point of return.
Life cries hurt, in eyes of Venus.

The golden gate of love
swings back to flames of forest.The
lovebirds want to be caged.

The sensuality of moon preens
before the broken mirrors. Time takes 

 revenge. After pause sun comes up slowly.

Satish Verma

Fire in Chains

An earthly love, wears the sun
to collect Delpheniums, the larkspurs
made of blue color of your eyes.

I had given your name
to the crazy black rose for all time.
Moon starts fading after the night.

Wherever we go, hydrangeas
mopheads of purple, pink blue colors

come as strangers to meet us.

Satish Verma

Why? Why?

Can you take on the sparks
and swallow the flames of hurt eyes?
Every tear has shape of its own.

A late poem picks up the
smoke of infinity.The house of love
burns slowly. Moon reflects on black wall.

Fingernails were turning
pale.There is no blood to draw. Nobody 

wants to go, but end waits.

Satish Verma

Sleeping Moon

Erosion has set in.
I am not going anywhere.
Nocturne battles for survival.

Words are growing
like mushrooms, making a
fairy ring around make-believes

A mauve surrender.
You die daily without cause.
No contempt of love.

I don"want to think.
Only ask you, don't move
away from the moon

This is land of fear.
Will not leave you alone. 

Searching your home, kissing doors.

Satish Verma

My Things Your Things

Sailing on flames to the river
inside you.,I disappear in your thoughts
to swim in the eyes of moons.

A dead hibiscus wakes up
in your hand.You fondle the denials
of pain of internal bleeds.

You will know I hear footfalls,
of walking ferns in my abandoned 

pages of burnt out ars poetica

Satish Verma