My Single Love

A sparrow tries to catch
an arrow in air, that hurts her wings.
Why were you different from others.

There were many pains
to understand each other.
Behind the mirror no one stands.

The soul does not die.
Becomes a cloud to marry a hilltop,
where you will wait for the moonrise.

Satish Verma

Human Noises

Incomplete love
was like half-moon. You cover
yourself with wordless solitude.

Unbelievable, non- violence
is very violent. You sleep on snakes.
Everything the moon says is false.

Pass on a pain of heart-
break, where hope betrays to sacred

truth. Life changes color everyday.

Satish Verma

Very Individualistic

Silence speaks one day
between the words without noise,
omitting the pain.

Repetition demands price.
I have to pay the debt of common
text, when we fell in love.

Fever rises with verse.
Sentences were written on quivering 

lips to commit for jumping in lake.

Satish Verma

No Miracles

The newness learns a
lot about dystopia. I want to marry
you of last birth again.

The rattle snake raises
its head, to understand human
nature, waiting to throw venom.

I will do it again to
write with my blood. No need of 

hundred salutes You know how to cut thumbs.

Satish Verma

Family War

Put the moonlight on leash.
You give me rarest pain. I will suffer.
Moon becomes lonely like a lover.

Two smiles come near
each other to separate. This is how
the destiny plays the trick.

Why one dies for someone.
This is white lie. Will not be erased. 

Don't help the carnivore. I am only bones.

Satish Verma

No Cuts

Why stroking gold
nuggets, I have become poor.Give
me a brief stop to think.

The desire takes a big toll.
I never wished to divert your
attention, to witness an immolation.

The point was heavier
than time. I don't have an explanation. 

At the intersect blood rivers meet.

Satish Verma

Hope in Twilight

I hear your voice from far away.
I was still searching you in jungle of pain.
The legend crumbles downplaying.

My poems ask, what were
you up to digging the ruins of love.
Who admires past to know the truth?

In my saga the end never comes.
Death comes free. I remained a fakir. At the 

tangent of suffering someone cries.

Satish Verma

Under Sun's Shadow

Don't drop my words.
Being apart I will not reach you.
There was some haziness on moon.

Eyes half shut, I will draw
your face on the big Hollyhock.
A black butterfly sits quietly.

Who will dismantle the tower?
I lived here to count the sins of fake 

truths. Now I want to leave.

Satish Verma

Open Wounds

You were asking a pound
of flesh. What kind of love it was-
to burn the sky at dusk?

In corridors, power
releases honeybees. Rains were
asked to stop in jars.

Scapegoats run toward
the fire of jungle. Himalayas are 

 falling in deep sea.

Satish Verma

The Grim Encounters

Light comes, light goes. You
enter my poems to subdue the stings.
Four alphabets keep me alive.

Why it had to happen.
Missed you,watching you, disappearing
in clouds.Cannot see your footprints.

The yellow dust covers
all the dawn's beauty, settling on 

the eyebrows of rising sun.

Satish Verma

I Keep Mum

I will put you on my prayer
One day you will come back to pay debt.
Come and sit beside me.

What I think, you are not
Full of comments to make space
for the nostalgia of falling from moon.

Always, around you, there
was a ring of fire to protect your 

chastity of unknown questions.

Satish Verma

It's New Model

When nature becomes
sensual, goddess of rainbow, Iris
seeks a drop of milk from sky.

Eyes on stars, the centuries
old chandelier crashes on the floor of god.
Somewhere the man embraces crime.

After few steps of bewilderment
nobody knows where we are going.
The nest on the tallest tree was empty.

Satish Verma

Unchained

Talking to wet moons
one day I asked, were you absconding
from Mars. There was a big laugh.

Touch-me-nots on window
start thinking. How long the planets
will rotate without sun.

A black cow comes out from
a painting and starts searching her offspring. 

Time was short. Predators were ready.

Satish Verma

Will You Marry Sun?

After lighting a paper lamp
on water, I ask the moon, are we
in love with each other?

Beyond the stars lie
million dreams. You wanted to see
me each night waiting for you.

It falls like blessing, your
voice coming from a temple of 

tears. The echo remains live all the year.

Satish Verma

Greed And Hunger

Anxiety and fear erode
the bank. I go mad. Lake was thirsty.
Millions are missing. Kindness at edge.

You will do it again.
There was risk of being duped.You
will give away all your love.

Beware of a miracle.
The moon melts. It is very cool for
candles. I feed the flames my blood.

Satish Verma

Ghost Thoughts

There was one soul.
Half and half in two bodies. When you
mingle with my love, you become my poem.

You ascribe to 'me pain'.
In the end I go for ultimate. My
alter ego will define purity.

Dark rings are coming on
your face. I let you sing with aching 

heart and quivering lips.

Satish Verma

Wall of Death

So you come incognito
into my dream in proxy, I cannot believe.You
will play with me but not surrender.

A pain within a pain
will not sort out futurism. No gods are
born on our planet these days.

I want you for my survival.
Truth and longing don't go together

Dynamics of reversal comes again.

Satish Verma

The Other Pains

Was it the duplicity?
You pave the temple path with rosy thorns.
Bur deity waits for the devotees.

When you break the silence,
truth whispers in the ears of the moon.
you know ice of the planet was melting away?

As I imagined, the black river
failed me. Between us the vipers swim. 

Death was worthless to count living.

Satish Verma

Punishment

O Irish, you were beyond
the pain. Why were you blind?
Put a smile. I will kiss you again.

Let's annihilate the hate
of black sun and spread the chador
of moon on all the lilies.

Why the saline drops
are held on lips when you cry in
dark? There were many fireflies.

Satish Verma

Thirsty Clouds

A sinking feeling
straddles moon and sun to
remove the kitchen's smoke.

So many recipes to change
the human blood, and to learn from
Buddha who didn't cook anything.

Can you make a bread
without salt and water? The tears 

were always saline.

Satish Verma

Beautiful Exit

You are my book.
I am opening you,
page by page.

I am done for the
sake of shooting stars.
Moon was very sad.

Cadavers were piling
up. Someone will climb 

to pain the god.

Satish Verma

In Testing Time

I was sewing some
words to make a poem. Your finger
bleeds. My dilemma grows with pain.

The sparrows were sitting
quietly. They don't want to go back
to homes on the willows.

A swimmer wants to stay
in water. A nude from a painting

walks out to swim in boiling sea.

Satish Verma

Adieu (To God)

The sheen of hidden
power explodes. When you touch the
moon, it burns your hands.

A mascot tramples the
ship.Journey was half done.I am
gathering the smoked remains.

Was there any end of
night for a sage sitting under the 

banyan tree for penance?

Satish Verma

Agony of Wings

Looking at any reptile
you die number of times without a bite.
I am tired of locking your griefs.

In dark and grey diagnosis,
you become very costlier to be
snatched from jaws of time.

And I was left alone
with miseries of this planet to bear 

the punishment of rebirth.

Satish Verma

Dividing Peace of Mind

The crescent moon gives
a smile. Nothing else was left to share.
A coma, a full stop?

Really you loved me?
Up there in sky who goes into flames?
Were we transient pilgrims?

Can you recall the echo
from the deep valley of pain? 

From where we have started our journey?

Satish Verma

Poem's Forecast

Collecting the cinders
to make a fist of conscience.My
questions burn, remain unanswered.

Why the beauty had made
a moon to paste on your forehead?
I would not live without you.

Why do you stitch a panorama
on face? Age defies all blind attacks. 

I can count blue rings under eyes.

Satish Verma

Ambulance Vs.Death

How you make the money in a
house of mirrors? Negativity becomes truth.
I am scraping my name from board.

Your self-portrait is
spilling the colors. Subject was
changing the title to kill story.

My mate your bed of thorns
was ready for crucifixion. The soul will
 not come out of body to take revenge.

Satish Verma

Iron Lungs

This road hurts now.
Going to the god of your temple.
You will not repeat the prayer.

Puppets start appearing.
The player gets ready. Looks straight.
Never bending neck.

A viper a viper twirls
to teach you a lesson, that the 

venom will not forgive.

Satish Verma

Learning from Me

It was half-sleep in your arms,
lying on my bed. I will tell lilies
you have to listen to a dream.

Like a runaway fairy you went
in circle of infinity to understand
the nothingness But life stabs life.

What I did not know was
the play of time machine to travel before, 

to see the start of degeneration.

Satish Verma