Where the Lovebirds have Gone?

You were enough not less.
I am going to call ancestors for a trial.
before light. Where the god lives?

In the loneliness you
find your goddess in the baby of
unknown mother bringing milk of love.

The silence was my study.
I read myself in darkness and will find
something written on walls by spirits.

Satish Verma

Dylan Thomas Speaks

This was not the poverty of
experience, finding difference between
humans and venomous snakes.

My remit was to catch
the killers. Mosquitoes resigned.
A new race picked up the thread.

You wanted a painless end.
A happy journey in watercolors.
to meet all gods for an answer.

Satish Verma

A Water's Game

You were searching yourself
in my poems, after the river bled of
tears. I was painting the desert.

The pyramid of love was rising
for justice to reach the moon without stairs.
The duality of pain exists from you to me.

Why does a palm tree stand
at the door of my house. To wait for
the fading glory of the moon?

Satish Verma

Bone China Breaks

I am angry with me,
by poem create-in absence of you.
O biopic I will not play your role.

The silent lips of
unspoken truth always scream to solve
your difficult persona in sunlight.

The angst narrates the
unseen rising of the violet moon, when
you held the shadow of my hand.

Satish Verma

Celibate Pain

Unmasked from
face to consciousness. Transition always
hurts. Pans out in blood.

You cannot sing in the
throes of selfism.The sacred water
reignites the love. You put ashes aside.

The words are nomadic.
Kissing or burning the cracked lips. 

I may be hot or cold.

Satish Verma

Breaking Wall

A part of your body
touches my dream song. You call me
in dark to measure the distance of love.

Against the dying moon,
I wake the sleeping pains. How far
was my home of ariels to wash blood.

Do you need the dynamo

to kill the hummingbirds hovering 

over the yellow Jasmines?

Satish Verma

Home Of Truths

Digging out your bones
by gods from your burial. Against the
moon I will concede my reddish body.

There was blue contrast
between the dead hands. Give me
solace in the milky way.

This was an extraordinary

pause in bloody war. Life crawled 

mysteriously to seek immortality.

Satish Verma

Changing Names

I ask you to split
the ocean. I will stay in the sky. Under
the pine seeds are ready to fly away.

A litmus test initiates
the birth of a poem. When moon
speaks to me, I become weightless.

The ghost starts a family.
Stone deaf people go in panic, 

and they were voiceless.

Satish Verma

Counting The Pains

You ought to have stopped
me, in my knocked out desires, promising
the light soon to open the hibiscus.

Small cotton seeds have
started flying. The night of love
weaves black gown to cover the wounds.

I touch, I feel you to
catch your shadow. The cardinal 

always takes a round to knock you.

Satish Verma

I Am Not You

Prickly love, I have
come to bleed. A size of moon
was always shadowing the charisma.

When the crooked fingers
look like question marks, the criminality
of darkness would not speak.

Right on the track of
truth, I was always blinded by
the brightness of the lies of saints.

Satish Verma

Sweet Blood

My half-written poem
right on the long track of truth,was
never finished after losing heaven.

Then why do I want
to come out of the prison of systems
and find the secret of liberation.

You sit back on the
pyre. It was not the end of love,
and the mob cries. The move will not move.

Satish Verma

Annotation

Blazing in my blood,
you were coming down,yellow moon.
No, not you were my enemy.

With you gone, I was
living in marrow-bone to shut my
door of love, to hurt myself.

My encounters with words
were failing. I see your unkissed
lips losing their pink colors.

Satish Verma

Time Kills Me Blue

When you laugh, your
eyes spill magic. What you did
not give me is raining.

Triumph of sorrow. For my
muse, the pain was deep and virgin.
I was not ready to repeat empty words.

The iris is blooming.
I drink your love. God was not
interested to give me moon.

Satish Verma

Not Greek Tragedy

The razor-thin gap between
us has been very nostalgic. I pick daily
the rose thorns to prick my conscience.

Grooving on heart, your goodbyes,
life has not turned back the calendar,
to find the infinity of pain.

What was your age to see
the holocaust in my poems, when my dome
was burning to save the sun.

Satish Verma

The Marriage Without The Flames

In paucity of love
You become the wanderer from one
beehive to another.

Ah, the kindness of the
moon was killing. I was collecting the
truths of non-existence.

Standing in the rain, the
guest does not enter my home. I will
remain what I was before dusk.

Satish Verma

I Do Not Know My Truth

After the monologue,you
stand on the other side of the moon,
when between lines, nothing was left.

The words were echoing.
Nameless, white knuckles, would not
stay in the pantheon feeling me.

Overpowered, manipulation begins
polarization. Nevertheless the integrity
stays in toxic air, to enchant the mirage.

Satish Verma

Defining Love

You are trying to steal
me from me. I will remain quiet like
the sealed lips of rising moon.

Between me and you lies
the beauty of separateness in intimacy.
O jeweller, take away your necklace.

I was plucking the buds of
black roses, to remind you of the taste
of acid you peeled off from the leaves of Eden.

Satish Verma

Forgetting Identity

I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will
follow the ending day, Make me moon.

A skyless agony will
divide our world. I become my own
mirror to witness the weird happenings.

The circle never makes
a square. We can partition the lips
of animation defining love.

Satish Verma

Crossing The Fire

Nothing to say in
infinite sky. The harvest moon
knows, the axes are coming.

The gale was very strong.
The blood has no home. We will
wash the windows of the temple.

Neck to neck, unkindness.
I hang the screams of the skulls of
buried children of red stars.

Satish Verma

A Wedding Impossible

A truth does not need a
crowd. I walk alone, when you
don't move. Moon will undo.

Death claims the age
of unhealed wounds and then will ask
to drink the hemlock slowly.

Your legs giveaway
before you take the last cup. O
Jewel of broken crown, you still shine.

Satish Verma

Why Other Questions

I was standing in the pawn-
shop to make up my mind. They
were changing the price of human skin.

Do I mortgage my ruins,
romanticizing my paling horizon? Leaves
were changing colors to welcome bride.

Can we mix love and hate?
Moon wants to commit suicide from
the edge of earth. I will wait till end.

Satish Verma

Eros Was Blind

Coming of age. Sometimes
it disturbs. I will play with fire, in separating
flames. Sun was not cooling.

Dear love, I will never
cross the eros. The rage tells, someone
wants to be killed for no lie.

Eden was dying daily.
There were no questions to be discussed.
How does a knife separate the head from heart?

Satish Verma

Waiting For God

You were in cross-wire.
Something moved between us. Petals
of marigold were spread on the path.

Don't think of decapitation.
The white tiger jumps on the moon
to look ethereal'. You want many doors.

Before scavenging. I want
the kisses in advance. No foreign knife
will attack me. I stand for sun.

Satish Verma

Lioness In Cloak

Your slanting eyes
will not drop the legacy of giving
away. It brings tears in stones.

You wanted to become
poetry buff. Disambiguation must
start to know yourself.

Why do you offer your
heart to me? No freebies come in charity.
Integrity is mortgaged.

Satish Verma

Fragment Pains

I was not dumb. Went to
Agni to learn the art of communication.
How did you say you love me?

Crucifixion had made me
strong. Nobody dares to put on
the light. Only moon will cry.

I am not paying for the
hired violence by you. I want to
bury the shadows of walking deaths.

Satish Verma