Felled Over Yourself

Sun was tired today
rising slowly between birth and death.
A stranger snatches away my heart.

A mimic of the moon in
your eyes throws a challenge. Moon himself
descends in the dark to test your love.

Pain was not responding
to music of night songbird,
you started going away from you.

Satish Verma

Threatening

Listen Hamlet, there was
the age gap. I am learning to die
and you will defeat yourself.

Dark moon, there was some
imposed drama. On the tongue of
blaze rain descends. Quintessential?

You dance terror, to jump
into the cave where Homo sapiens lived
to survive in strange environs.

Satish Verma

Don't Remember Me

A dream dies today under
my foot like the butterfly. Were
you in secular age? Soul poem—

Goes in search of live wasp.
Your fawn eyes, like Cleopetra reading
Dante. I was dust around the moon.

No outsider will witness
the fire of Ganges. It's quiet flow of
lava carrying the corpse of love.

Satish Verma

I Don't Find You

Lips frozen by xenophobia.
I was ready for the disjunction between
the republic and the crossed border.

It does not work. Hovering
over the pyre against fire. The wax palace
was ready to go in place of scapegoat.

Do you think this was a
universal failure? For human existence
I will write the anthem with blood.

Satish Verma

A Moon Dance

The unnarrated you.
Untold and green. There were drops
of blood on the yellow jasmines.

Salt of your hands
kisses the tenderness of my prayers.
Roll me once on four- leaf clovers.

Your name was a temple.
You will lit my soul to witness the
golden truth of exiled poetica.

Satish Verma

Surging Fever

Poised to reach out and
catch the flames, licking your own
wounds. You have no rage for dark hopes.

You lie undead.Bangles
click. I like your every step.The blood
prints of hands shine on walls.

My thirst increases. I
want to drink hemlock under the moon.
No cave of sulphur will have any deity.

Satish Verma

We Will Meet Again

When jasmines sway,
a fling of scented air strikes your
face.The hymn to bouquet failed.

Syncretically-unspoken
words of love scream. A poem
was born to inhale the angst.

Someone calls you to come for
acid bath. The dusty body revolts.
Empirical vendetta reverts.

Satish Verma

Living By Animation

You tell me little.
Water was rising. A kill, a poem.
You forget the alphabet of love.

No qualms. Stubbles
will burn to send the smoke signal.
Can you read the message of navigation?

Will you go for a foe's
jugular? He lives in you crawling.
Clueless you wander to search god.

Satish Verma

Agony And Other Things

I am trying to read
your mind.There were open questions
lying in the temple of thoughts.

The children of clouds
catch the moon to kiss purely
to be blessed to go to school of love.

Lilies and tulips were
going to marry for the sake of thorned roses 

Blood was flowing slowly. All night you cried.

Satish Verma

You Are Seen Everywhere

You will be in a poem.
Beheaded. I am not yet born.The
sinister hand refuses to pull me out.

Something breaks in me.
Sometimes I ask the flowers to sit on
ears and I will talk with narcissists.

Untitled my pain comes
again and again. I am let in the
light of rising moon to recall you.

Satish Verma

Dust To Dust

Eyes go wet.
A tale of two halves in lieu of
two murders, like reading Pablo Neruda.

Sylvia, I always loved you.
You listened to everything and
laughed hilariously slipping Dylan Thomas.

How do I reach your sacred
soul, because I love no one else 

to take me to unknown path.

Satish Verma

Drop Messenger

You want to commit suicide
in my poems. The moon has morphed
into a big yellow rose.

Into your round eyes blood
spreads. I write my name on your hand.
Souls won't leave the homes.

Your face swims over
and over to guide me. Our abode
was on fire at night. Water feeds mushrooms.

Satish Verma

Ghost Magenta

O absent one, I cannot
face the deluge of dots and dashes.
You have become me.

After the last light
I start counting the stars,
where you had disappeared.

Sister to sister grasses
grow. You cannot leave footprints.
Horses split. I peel my fingers.

Satish Verma

Capturing You

From the first encounter
to first kiss of black hole at precise
moment of spaghettification.

You will not accept the
sounds of micromoons. Tearful I want
to unsee the black light.

How much distance you
want to see between the jaws of white
python. Candle was ready to start the fire.

Satish Verma

As Old As Water

The hymn, an unentered
temple, you come in pause.
There was uncanny space between words.

I let it go my sleep.
The angst. I have to pay price my love,
for sharing the blanket of life.

We will look at moon
together to abdicate the throne of
thorns and find out peace between the knives.

Satish Verma

You Pick Burnt-Outs

My mouth burns.
I speak, because I don't want to
speak. It was the red rose, responsible.

I must start conversation
with death. It was enough to visit me
again and again. A kiss will silence the voice.

Untold, the domain enlarges.
You would fight sexism. It was rising
like crimson flames. Do you know the real?

Satish Verna

No Tears

O moon, evergreen diva,
you come back in blue lake when
butterflies come to swim.

Etherialization begins.
I will write with my signature style.
Night walk spares the bleeding songs.

A beautiful stroke
elevates the pain. My life was just
like my poems written in dark.

Satish Verma

Before The Fire Consoles

To become whole after
surgical fall was very difficult. Take
a look. Was invincibility intact?

Living in this rusty world
was awful. Bruises are writ large on
wisdom tree. Black bears were trying to climb.

Dragging our shadows in
moonlight we will never reach anywhere.
We were the killers of our own dreams.

Satish Verma

Voiceless Screams

Life rattles you so hard, that
you were going to become a clown on
the verge of committing chaste crimes.

Everything is changing color.
I wrung my feet in sand to make
them ready to walk on burning coals.

The other side of pain meets a
moon. You want to suffer silently. 

Nobody knows the departure.

Satish Verma

Absolutely Dumb

Do you think love has
failed dismanteling faith? Life
is no more real. It crushes you to say lie.

Land of no justice.There
were better planets to live. What would
you do after fall? Any freedom from the unknown?

Cold-blooded murder.
Humanity needs lullaby. From summer 

to summer there was no winter.

Satish Verma

Unheard Murders

Nature was conservative.
I was writing new poems, killing
the stories. There was pain for pain.

In my shortness, I find
tall soul-trees, who talk like Buddha
at night to bring back blue black thoughts.

After all balloons will fly
to follow queer small gods playing 

 with paralysed voices.

Satish Verma

Point End

Believing in my own myths,
just to remember your face, I am
sketching you with the knife on my palm.

Cremation brings some memories
of pangs. You collect the ashes of the temple.
I cannot see you in light.

When the moon forgets to take
an orbit of earth, it was dead time. 

An orange-blood freak breaks the rules.

Satish Verma

Looking With Glass Eyes

A Dirwish is reborn.
Struggling to write a song
for you, wearing the gold rings.

A perfect analogy. Volatile
earth puts on the moons to save the
poetry in the spirit of love.

Are you sure this was
right? Can you differentiate between 

truths, myths, and angels. I die daily.

Satish Verma

I Will Never Know

Why do I feel I am
losing you amongst the stars.
Half-life went to straighten hierarchy.

Your face becomes a temple.
Lips were the steps to reach sanctum-
sanctorum in dark.

Light splits the heart
after incomplete hugs. What gifts 

I give to you. Roses have dried up.

Satish Verma