To Fill the Void

There was reverse sorrow.
Wayfinding in the bones lives the
spirit, for eternity of love.

Amnesia, it appears like a
bliss. Between pause and memory
blazes the third eye of the interface.

There were some answers
open ending. Absolutely there were no
questions to dig out the truth.

Satish Verma

Luminous Grass

My silence was a bloodbath.
On the paper you were my ink. The truth
retreats. I am still unknown to me.

O millennial you will
discover yourself after the termination
of attachment. There is no limit of pain

I want to lose everything.
I will hold your hand and say nothing.
Let there be no light. I will see you in the dark.

Satish Verma

Understanding Violence

The hypersonic death.
How long will this thing live ? I was
thinking of anointing you with emeralds.

When the lightning strikes
the bougainvillea, my instincts rise
with impunity. A doe gives a dance

When I stare at the moon,
he explodes like a whale, and I want
to taste the blood. Body leaves for the sun.

Satish Verma

Outsider's Dust

Being alone it was a sacred
crime. Migrant words had reached
terranova. Heart-wrenches begins.

Will there be resurrection
of heritage? Riding an eagle a black-
bird was doing nothing to reach anywhere.

I will communicate to you
my infinity of pain. The spiders
would never leave the webs.

Satish Verma

Two Faces are not the Same

My lips will speak.
No access was denied to go in water.
In silent light the moon was nipped.

Were you alert, where
was time in unlimited thoughts?
I will write with my scary strength.

This static life, you
always carry death to meet god.
Who will maneuver your boat?

Satish Verma

Why Monocracy

What was tyranny, if there
were no tears. The stranger lures you
to beehive, how they protect ethnicity.

The tarentula has another
tricks to peel off the skin of your lips
to create chaos to shut your mouth.

You are walking in a dark
tunnel, fractured and hungry.
Who will find the path of love in moonlight?

Satish Verma

No Answers

Heart simmers. Life would
never be the same. The perception
of pain moves with the quivering moon.

Everything was not real.
I don't want to become something.
You deceive yourself to become me.

Who was not, now rules ?
Humanity suffers. Sense of perception
will never be complete. I disappear.

Satish Verma

In Unconsciousness

It was a curved truth.
Handmade but flawed, cannot give
a gloss to the waning garden.

Half-eaten thistle was
not sufficient. The hunger pain
was of no interest after death.

Take away my love index.
Homo sapiens are going in reverse.
I will weaponize my muse.

Satish Verma

Under the Skin

Theories rattle. In question
and answer, you catch the words
and I will float them in tears.

Light was very dim. My
kismat. Some faceless truths cry.
You cannot retrieve the wishbone from blood

Right and wrong will sit on
fire. The porous heart bleeds. But
sadness was dented by the moon.

Satish Verma

Democracy Drifts

Enunciating, standing
at the edge, you want to touch the centre.
You will have to drink the milk of cobra.

Fold the papers. The moon
has nothing to do with solemnizing
your marriage with a tree.

Each fresh rose is placed
at your door to celebrate the coronation
of a lost princess in the Himalayas.

Satish Verma

Who Slays the Earth?

This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My virgin pain and
suffering were indigenous.

I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.

Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.

Satish Verma

Poem on Thorns

We are family. Ask
yourself. Pain and cognizance burn
in cauldrons. Hazy eyes.

I know you cannot stand in
flames like Casabianca. Any angel
will ever drop? Were you a pure lamb?

Why did you divide the
love? To remain unbowed before the
surging black clouds?

Satish Verma

My Power was Love

Will not inaugurate the
pain of truth for blood. Whether eyes
or the moon, I won't have a standoff with the sky.

What would have prescience to
kill the twilight. Dream merchant was not my
oracle. I will keep licking my wounds

A marbled affair. I
will dig the grave with a golden shovel.
The hybrid has brought a broom.

Satish Verma

Phobia and Love

I am watching myself.
Life is not the same. It is dented.
The mental peace is cracking.

Am I racist, the god
said in sleep, as if in terminal pain.
Who made the humans. I won't think.

What was your grief?
I wanted to know from a dying myth.
The resilience has failed against the blood.

Satish Verma

Forced to Return

Can you unlock the
mystery of a woman's mind or a serial
killer? It was a gentle pain of the moon.

The pilgrim walks
gingerly in nostalgia towards the
god's cave. You recall a beautiful face.

Sunlight peels off the skin.
Dementia tries to remember your
name, Your dark lips start speaking deep.

Satish Verma

Manic Poems and the Mad Genius

Stair and well are between, death
and kissing a viper. You are walking
in the shadows, feeling a chilling thought.

It gives you a pause. In your pockets
there are empty hands. Your glacier face
is not melting in the hot sun.

suo moto, there is anti-love
content. You start an algorithm. Stone
and water always live together.

Satish Verma

The Dew has Covered the Grass

Nothing is left to speak.
You want to try to see the truth.
Forget to stay near the salt lake.

It is not easy to swallow
the green wounds. Hereafter in stolen love
the silence will have a loud sound.

Pearls roll from the eyes after the
heartbreak. You don't want to play the
guitar. It will wake up the spirit.

Satish Verma

Unfold the Questions

My old truths prevail.
I want to confront your denials. You
wil never love universality.

It becomes an inferno.
The necessity of present times. You
can talk, talk your whole life. God sleeps.

My weird images swim. The
beggars wouldn't love occult and mystic
life. Your hands will remain full.

Satish Verma

It Sparks in Eyes

Between psycho and a fakir,
did you say, there was a divine voice.
My green valley is losing the golden moon.

Scrapped, unseen was your life.
Who says death matters. A ghost walks with
me to listen to the immortal suffering.

This was a ritual memory.
orbiting two suns. You were trying
to see through the spiritual eye.

Satish Verma

To Invite the Courage

Was it a sacrilege to
to die inch by inch. There was once
a divestment, I will not divide the body.

In old times worked a middle
passage. Now the state-craft develops
an embolism, while searching the path.

Purity versus blood cells. You
wanted some space. There is a mausoleum
which trembles, when you touch it.

Satish Verma

Was There Any Time?

Incendiary crunch,
waiting to bloom. The self- flagellation
meets half-way the virtuous love.

Standing at an edge, was
it impressive? The classroom has dispersed.
We are left to find the truth.

The gamble starts, not
to cringe, placing the hand over the candle
flame to find the factuals.

Satish Verma

Can you Shut the Eyes?

A poem in pain, its
body hurt, demands the price of
death. How long you were awake?

Why was the light
not there? The blue eyes had a
strategic fall. Friend was not a friend.

How a jaguar attacks
biting through the skull, eating away
the brain? You cannot even curse.

Satish Verma

I Watch the Pain Changing

I will survive in your eyes between
the eyelashes, triggering a moment of fusion.
You still do not know my reverie.

In autumn I will offer black berries.
The silence in the temple was very loud. You climb
the windowpane to see the crying moon.

The veins swell on arms and thighs.
From heart to navel the blood explodes. Love was
very intense before the night ended.

Satish Verma

How do you Laugh?

The messenger knocks
on the door, in control of the message.
''Are you ready for self-questioning?''

Digression begins. The
red rains start, with noises. Any hand
of god touches the shoulder of the betrayal.

My last toast spills. I
wait for the waning sun to
enshrine my tabled memories.

Satish Verma

No, Not Me

A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.

Where does the love go
when I seek the sparks? The milk
of eyes breaks into clots without flames.

I bend not to fall,
but to measure the time. Empty
mind is filled with shards.

Satish Verma

Madness of Falling Moon

Undaunted you call me
godfather, my heart. My message in
a storm will reach you one day.

O Marygold my patience
breaks. I was exiled not to come back
burning house of wisdom.

The wax is melting. Light
dims. How can you arrest the sun to
lift the fire for the sake of clouds.

Satish Verma

Was it Right?

No, my love, the sun
always rises after the darkness.
You have a heavenly sense of truth.

Something unusual gives
you inspiration, slicing the moon in
my cup of tea drinking alone.

You once said, it was
more than what I asked. The life picks
up the thread to knit a coat of stars.

Satish Verma

Words Fall Silent

This is not that. I
have come from space to vacuum.
Let us walk together in the dark.

Once I kissed your footprints.
O Buddha, I am not ready to change
my life without you in a hurry.

The suffering has made me
invincible. Only the image guides the road
of cosmos for externality.

Satish Verma

Who was Great?

In dark circles. You
were the target Plato sits at the
door. Socrates starts drinking hemlock.

The pain of orbiting was
very deep. The jasmine smell won't go.
The Ghost's steps were afraid to move.

No bell to ring. In
crystals I catch the red lips of
moon. The blue berries become sweet.

Satish Verma

Curves of Pains

Increased vascularity of
the road less travelled, I have
started liking you again.

Step by step to you, I will
bury the tears of the moon. Once
I will see the bottle of sins.

Viper's eyes are fixed on
me. Digging the shadows of lenses
of shivering truths. I will not escape.

Satish Verma

Not Weeping Poetry

It is almost eerie,
scary too. I have not stopped loving
you. Trying To learn ghost words

I am thinking of writing
Wallace Stevens. The black birds come
and sit on the sill, looking at me.

The abstract pain was
flawless. Ink is black on white
paper of life. There was no blood.

Satish Verma

Did you go in Shock?

It pounds, when dust
sleeps, a song of wind starts.
The falcon eyes wait for the kill.

The wheel was not
moving on the blood road beyond
the swirling desires.

It goes too far, the
promise of rising from ashes
after the perceptive pain beautifies.

Satish Verma

Shrine was Beautiful

A nude ascends to
become a Venus. On the street of
temple beasts drink marigolds.

Seething you have
consumed the flawless truth. Now
indigenous pain stabs in back.

The master killers are
on the terrace. They will put you
in exile. Artists are catching stones.

Satish Verma

Night is Done

I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.

Sitting on a rainbow you
send the wolves to catch the rabbits.
Butterflies are happy to fly away.

You will come to rescue me,
when the king cobra raises his head.
But I was ready to sip the venom.

Satish Verma

Buddha is Reappearing

The real you comes on the
tip toe. It blows the mind. What was that?
A thought? Things are happening.

The fog is rising. You
didn't warn me. I was standing
a candle in the wind.

It would happen. I will
ask you to do makeup. We are
talking of the integrity of dying.

Satish Verma

Walking in Leafless Garden

O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.

Here, there where will be
you, if I give you a call of my dominion?
My jasmines are asking to bloom.

The legends are pouring in.

Time heals old wounds to make
new. My future always gets ready.

Satish Verma

Not Questioning

God is not present. Don't
quit the blue sky. The last star
of my eye will stand for burning moon.

Cannot bid you adieu.
I have to change my world. This
September I will light the lamps in a storm.

Memory reminds me of the
genocides. As I like, it gives me a
mystic reply. I will wait for the end.

Satish Verma

Annoyed and Resentful

My age don't stop
me to meet the god. You make a space
between you and sky. Amen!

I am tiny. Not covert.
Beeng enabler. I want to become
a nebula. Dust and water.

Not sedated. I stand like
the ruins of angkor. Stiff and half -green.
The midnight kitchen will knead the pains of life.

Satish Verma

I Place My Hand on Your Head

It is the apocalypse. My
poems are uncovered. There is
no difference between man and the beast.

The armageddon wakes me.
In palm deserts the flowers are not
the same. Predators are appearing.

Tear-washed faces have
become turtles. Blind and deaf.
Do you hear the sad violin?

Satish Verma

In My Sadness

Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.

Violence mesmerizes you
to indigo. What kind of a gene turns
you into an animal for blood rhythm.

It is evening from
house to house. Under the fading
sunlight. I will invite Venus.

Satish Verma

Release from Pains

In my void one day, I placed you
on the mantle, O Buddha, give me the peace
of love. I was upset to see you sad.

One by one the pains
come. The fruits ripen and fall in winds.
There is nothing left to remember.

A happy death turns
black. You were chained with poems.
to stop the time's revenge.

Satish Verma

Imitation

Fragile. Are you going to
change the bed? Buddha watches.
He says, let's die together.

White gowns. Am I in
a hospital? My journey will
start in a few days to confront the god.

Twelve inches of rain will
submerge the floating Deity in
river of blood. A precious gem is lost.

Satish Verma

The World and You

Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the
desert, what was left in the brain.

On the other side of life,
would you accept the god leaving
the temple, and the destruction starts ?

When it is raining, I will
ask ,what mirrors in you ?You
were not ready to live in hell.

Satish Verma

Not Pure as Roses

My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you
tell me your history of fall?

The questioner fails to
put up the right questions. You were
inquisitive, but I was not understood.

Why does the hate develop between
the words and the meanings? I suffer
when I am numb. You suffer to open your mouth.

Satish Verma

Nobody is Safe From Fire

Not easy to write off life.
Let me go whole. Was it a striptease
of knowledge? Where are the saints?

My averted pains boil.
We are so small. Wingless. It is time to
pray. Is it a Tiananmen moment?

I got nothing in paying
the debt. But I come at par with the
god. I am going to live in a barn.

Satish Verma

Are We Going to Survive?

Why grass was ravaged?
Genocide scrambles. I want to
witness the critique of history.

The kindle hour is gone
I was brutally killing the chance. What
would you do with your black pain?

Sun slams the tall trees.
Why were roots coming out in
moon to define virginity and beyond.

Satish Verma

No Outsiders

You sacrifice me for the
hidden cause of self-destruction.
This age group creates carnage.

The jailor sleeps. I have
failed to stop the moonless night
for an owl's pilgrimage to execute the doves.

The hounds lick the cosmic
hand. Whose integrity is invincible
in the light of black sun?

Satish Verma

My Sonic Poem

Do not go hither and thither,
living in the mirrors. I had been beguiled
in the hands of the tailors of love.

Your slanted eyes listen to
my song going beyond the words.
I will repair my shirt with pain.

Why were you walking with
pageant of broken legs. The
road has many curves, reaching fall.

Satish Verma

Why Do You Think of Sins?

Unlearned, I will not change
my invincible trust in me of microgravity,

Can there be recovery to think
again after the concussion given by a wall ?

Why do I think of a blind man, the moon was
behaving like Dante. I am still rubbing my hands.

O my grief, nobody dares to
drink the water of a burning sea.

The boy doesn't want to marry a
teacup in the shadow of a volcano.

Satish Verma

Primordial Legend

It was your demureness.
You want to go nomadic. I am sitting
under a sacred fig to understand humans.

A quarter moon throws
light on the half-broken wall to reflect
the mood of a run away river of tears.

I want to know the
meaning of indelible blood spots
on the forehead of an unmarried sun.

Satish Verma

In exodus how far lives the god?

Half -said, put all the years
in a cup of pain and drink the tears.

For ever love, your last song
was going to meet my soul once again.

There are many hands but
no heart. Ask the king for peanuts.

A damper carried the blood
of the undying victims of the avalanche.

Why do you hide from the abuses.

Satish Verma

Stings Go Deep

Invoke your god.
It is difficult to stand alone,
Only puppets come to make a crowd.

As the Icebergs burn,
I collect the roses. I write your
name daily and then forget myself.

How green was my
love, O Almighty Why to walk on
the tightrope to prove my integrity.

Satish Verma

Do Not Trouble Me

Impact of love
minute - to-minute overwhelms,
when divinity intervenes.

A distant pain fires
and breaks from the past, in late
sun. I will give you a call.

A headless ghost walks
on a runaway. In lotus lake red
water spreads the salt of human skin.

Satish Verma

I Am Lost

Pariah. Are you ready to take
revenge? You send credible hits.

Doing Violence to roses. Don't
remove the thorns. The moon bleeds .

Bare-foot I walk towards the
god, without the temple. You bring bricks,

O my angel your wings look
dirty. The stings will stop you eating dust.

You will not fly now. Sky was
turning red. Sun was shaking head.

Satish Verma

Green And Red

So much to think
of infidelity at the edge of
yesteryear living in a broken home.

All my poetry comes
out to recite elegy for the unspoken
tragedy. It was tumultuous..

Skeletons start working.
Was it dysmorphia? To revive the
narcissism? I drop the blood.

Satish Verma

No Preface

My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..

New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?

I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.

Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.

The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.

Satish Verma

My Scars Were Red

Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.
Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?

Ozena? What do you smell? The day
burns, night cries. A robust reprisal appears.

Do not wail Destruction has come.
It was rapid. The world has swallowed my poems.

The jasmines are drying now.
Did your answer turn blue?

Why did you lead me to lotus lake? Was
it the loss of cranium. There was no water.

Satish Verma

Misty Memories

Grey air. I will come to myself, igniting
the fire. When will be ground reality known?

Standing on the cusp of pain.
It was not a legitimised, valorused decision.

When you will leave the things as
they are. I tossed the new born thoughts.

Great walls were crumbling
unfolding the ugly ephemeral cults.

Who gnaws my poems? Don't search
my unuttered words for your maturation.

Satish Verma

In Temperature

You were my mistake, O god
The road doesn't open now.

My hands cannot reach
to catch the salvo of anonymity

The pain differs from the flesh
Untouched, unbroken and stubborn.

You smell like jasmine.
The blood enfolds the injuries.

An ambush takes a violent turn.
You know who commands the wishes.

Satish Verma

Studying Life

What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real ? Peace will never come.

If you are virtual, I
will become a truth. The horizon
plants the moons one by one.

We are crazy. Running
again after the triangle, clefted by
the voices of sharp knives.

Satish Verma

I Write With Red Ink

A cat crosses a bridge
alone. Moon looks down to find
the river. Ducks were holding the boat.

Who wants to return to
equity or brutality? Fear and
uncertainty cast the future.

Sand waves bring reprisal.
Divides the hearts. Your paradigm invites
perjury. I am going to ignite the flames.

Satish Verma

Everything Is Black

I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns

Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .

The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and kill the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.

Satish Verma

Poetic Justice

Exiled. Walking on rope.
Priceless life. Pain unyielding.I
never expected to flee water.

Why do men personalize?
The moon is divided by the tall trees.
Memory collects the leaves.

A stunning rise, You
are building yourself brick by brick.
The perseids will come verbatim.

Satish verma

Suffering Was Right

Dividing the sand
hill you urge the moon to undress.
The partition of serenity will decide love.

The agony turns with
moonlight. Coming to simplicity
it has made worse of pierced feet.

Expansionism tries
to crumble the architect of gothic
politics. Invisible fate was calling again.

Satish Verma

Compromised

Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre
of blood river returns suddenly.

The consistent failure
brings the dewy tears. Tell me--was it
writing on the threadbare body of pain.

Ah a dust song comes
from a comet's tail. A thunderstorm
has a hole. It is the eye of the grim reaper.

Satish Verma

To Dying Muse

I tried to sleep
under the sun at night. From moon
to moon summoning the pains.

Someone wants to cut
the clouds. I was indebted to darkness.
Blue light comes to kiss me.

The witch-hazel wails.
Let the blood flow from the eyes
of crying earth. Do you listen?

Satish Verma

It Is Getting Dark

Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.

Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.

What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.

Satish Verma

You Deceive Yourself

Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.

The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.

Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.

Satish Verma

Noiseless Murder

I stand in middle
of water and juxta pose the days.
Words come and go. Havens beefed.

Who bargained the faux pas?
Don't dismantle my dream world. I have
reached the edge of dying child of god.

No complaints. It is raining.
Blood is buried in the greens. I
don't doubt the integrity of the failure.

Satish Verma

I Go Outside Me

Supernova of love.
The black light. Was it a biographical
trauma to pay the respect way too far?

Beyond the truth, was
I there? I need not hunt the
gods to show me the human tragedy.

Is it the necessity to
follow the eternal faults? Wouldn't
become a subject to understand life.

Satish Verma

Silver Moon

What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not
what you are. That was Arte Povera?

When violence erupts
you won't stand like praying mantis,
waiting for a self portrait in an innocent pause?

As like Cleopatra, you
suspend in air like a hummingbird
asking, what would be the next terror without blood?

Satish Verma

I Was Unknown

Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.

Like fawns in a blood
room. I don't know how to treat
life, when you are impersonal.

The art of annihilation
is known to everyone. Naked as blue
whale. The sea horse always stands.

Satish Verma

My Vision

I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten,
becomes a myth. My innocent body.

More pain, more longing.
Words without ink are printed
on your face. Now a kiss.

Once upon the dilemma was
to search for the last truth. You wanted
to give away your beautiful song.

Satish Verma

The Walls Are Rising

I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly
I have exhausted my thoughts.

Midnight syndrome begins.
The salt of my lips had disappeared.
A cruciform face hangs in the air

IS this inertia of the brain?
I am conscious of the yellow moon.
Howling of the wolves will start.

Satish Verma

At The Edge Of Life

Simple hearted priest
asks me to stay dead. The mystery
of living in the eyes of God is unveiled.

One day words would stop.
Then you find the killer was killed and the
suffering of living would exist ever.

The point of observation
has no observer. The mode of revert
living gives you eternal peace.

Satish Verma

Condemned To Live In Dark

This life has sunk
too low. You want to go in disguise
after the hawk disheveled.

Your memories will not
sleep. The child in you wakes up
at every bell. The weaver dozes off.

Shoreline is far off. Blood
tastes like water. Socrates wants to
pay the debt before he drinks hemlock.

Satish Verma

The Pain Outlives

In a charred house of
love, I smell night-scent and I
wonder, if hazy moon will ever look down.

Why don't we meet
if marigolds go on rampage. You
go mental without any face.

It was an analogy.
You walked with me in the dark to
reach the bonfire of stars.

Satish Verma

No Questions

You were trying to become
the truth Can I become a god of stones?
It was a clear faith in Satan.

Who sends the black
magic to turn a man into religion?
I have my own words to translate.

There was a quarrel between
moon and the Bodhi tree. Only the shadow
of the Bo tree bleeds, when you kill the moon.

Satish Verma

Who Was Disappearing?

In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.

The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.

It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.

Satish Verma

Question Of Existence

It was a massive
ejection. When you bring the doors, the
walls fell. Assassin's will start shooting.

Beyond the landscape.
The devastation begins, but the black
and white remains impregnable.

You cannot take your
Life without the witness of water. Let
the fire burn one's own palace.

Satish Verma

Give Me Some

Space You walk in my poems
to catch the fireflies in twilight.
Jasmines were eager to find the prodigy.

The quest begins for a
kill between you and me. The uncertainty
was to think or not to think.

The concept of fear has
no background. The faith forgets
a truth. I will meet you in silence.

Satish Verma

Being and Unbeing

Human factor. You will
always say, I don't know. Why the
variant descent was pointless.

You are blind with your
open eyes. This is full liberation
from the cooing of doves.

A toothless child learns
the truth of lies and laughs at the
mendacious pain. Art of fleeing?

Satish Verma

You Have Not Put The Love In Place

A lone wound and a
silent sorrow. Where the fugitive will
go? The migratory moon wants to stay.

Trying to remember how
to die under a Bo tree like Buddha.
The wolves sit down to wait.

Not yet the door has opened.
The direction of collapsed dreams leads
to the nailed path in the woods.

Satish Verma

The Storm In Sea

Why are you in snow-clad
to see the talking of flowers. The present
time has become revengeful.

Let the darkness come in.
You will search the light in the eyes
of flying, blind golden eagles.

I am not in a hurry to
meet the end. I have to clear a lot
of debts out of the blue. Let the judgment start.

Satish Verma

It Happens To Me Only

My words float in
air. Your pulse moves very fast like
chirping crickets. We must mate in metaphysics,

Half-truths prevail and rule.
O my god save me. I cannot swim
in the boiling river of melting mount.

How far is the peace?
After the terrible pain of questions
the actual comes and goes in tears.

Satish Verma

Truth Was Introvert

Tethered to the Bo tree,
first I see you, then I don't. Silence was
my strength between you and me

Water in water gives you
a mirror of greying heart in heart. that
never stops the beat even after death.

Can you sing in pain?
The blood blocks the voice of god
birthing in the twilight of my faults.

Satish Verma

Bridge Collapses

I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.

Rowing in the circles.
Ambivalent? Was there a love constant?
Stay as a poet I ask the moon.

It was explicit. Insane flesh?
Why do you hold on in the dark. The
pain does not go, curdling fear.

Satish Verma

Daring To Extinguish

Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.

The light sits on the
wall, to see the ash coated world,
living in black holes.

See, where we have come
Face masks will help to hide the defeat.
The cauldron was made ready.

Satish Verma

Authenticity

An unknown soldier stood
in dark to welcome the light. This was
not you, a show of power.

Intense pain is on the move
I put away my thinking for good.
I become only an observer.

We were at the edge of space
in sequenced embers. God has come
between us in the azure.

Satish Verma

Worth a Stroke

Segregation between roses
and jasmines was a mega pain. Bad
bones had left the footprints of blood.

Follow the truth, I assume
but life is very short to prove the
validity if you offer your blood to a hungry fish.

The day was very dark,
The sun was wobbling. From the darkness
light will come back ripping the wall.

Satish Verma

Why Some Roses Are Black

Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.

I had decided to remove
my thumbs. World was going to
win to burn the books for a cult.

The author sits quietly.
Smiles at poison in milk. Why does she
want to play with the asps like Cleopatra?

Satish Verma

Beside My Talent

This was paradise.
I will meet death in life and you
will find life in death.

No one was legal.
I am writing a poem on fire. My
earth explodes when truth cries.

The kiss of the moon was
short lived. I stood on the burning
boat to slap the sea.

Satish Verma

You Were Within Me

Halving my agony
was a guffaw. The hero of poetry
becomes a king of mercy.

Tears have started drying
up on cheeks. Someone wants to steal
you from me. History of pain drops.

The pilgrim's bones stand
erect in the sliding mud of hate. The
vengeance will be a wreath of flowers.

Satish Verma

From Thoughts To Thoughts

A breathless call was
from white sky, who was the first
poet of this wobbly world?

Do not avail the sedition
in this poor land. The legacy of the moon
does not want to flood the meanings.

Wheat color of the
temples want to follow the burning
sun to take away our differences.

Satish Verma

Trying To Become Whole

Though it is always
summer between us, I will mend
the broken heart, under grey clouds.

Why the midnight landscape.
looks beautiful? The lonely eyes blink
to identify the shadows.

I will love you too
long. O God, why I remained
unchanged, the blood changes the color.

Satish Verma

My Religion Sinks

This was the abduction of god.
You were shedding your plumage.
My Ars Poetica is showing the nude moon.

Visiting Lesbos once, you
filled the heat in your hands. You called
to murder the most innocent.

Sylvia Plath was broken.
The pungent smell was coming from
burning verses. You never asked for the blood game.

Satish Verma

I Select Limited

An unborn poem wants
a name to make a poet of me
to discover the black truths.

To lacerate, the moon was
running shirtless. Why was there
devastation of culture. religion and morality?

What was the merit of
karma? You were digging the farm land
to bring out all the grave sins.

Satish Verma

Not My Philosophy

When words die, I
wake up the pain. There was no
need of any elegy. A timeless scream rises.

We make faces. The
quest for the name begins. How not
to die after becoming wiser than god.

Your slanted smile makes
you real. No wish for any mirror. The
makeup is for the temple.

Satish Verma

Lightning Strikes

Let me go alone to
meet the blameless, carrying a
pride flag remaining untouched.

True sequestered
under the shade of a fig tree, to die
or not to die. The crushed moon lies by side.

An abject recovery of
youthfulness, unshakable crotch.
ready to jump in a turbulent river.

Satish Verma

Creeping Dresses

Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.

Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.

I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. O my god, I am
collecting years to become sage.

Satish Verma

Last Confrontation

For me the future will
not come. After the assassination no
pain was left. Blood had many debts to pay.

Not day all night, I was
knitting a sweater for the moon ,who
had been singing for me.

Flowering of the pangs explodes.
Creation of a new epic begins. After

Satish Verma

Alpha Beta Gamma

A one hundred rupee
note was floating in the air over the
heads of running people.

The dust mark was expecting
a kiss. There would be a smooth descent.
A nippling future is unborn.

I cannot collect the words.
Lambda was rising. Alone in the rose garden
I set the butterflies free. Don't cut your wrist.

Satish Verma

Trauma Versus Birthmark

Flesh of my poems
was my marker's bread. The skin of the sun
covers the bruised body of the moon.

Your belly was taut. I am
searching the button of life's shirt.
You will not come out of the snow.

Circles always surrender
to straight lines. Something has
broken me. I start writing again.

Satish Verma

Amnesia Lives

To carry back the legacy
you stand like the sea horse in silent
water. Who made this plasma?

You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
relationship to kill each other.

Crisp and dry, the lips
of violet flames were always making ashes.
The color of the rusted home becomes blood.

Satish Verma

Delivery Of Cargo

These are resting tremors.
Inquisition has started from door to door.
The owls synchronize the conversions.

I was very thirsty but not
dehydrated to escape from the
talons of the golden eagle.

Do You like Lambda's
entry?. Do you need a lasso? Would
you run like buffalo or sit like a soaked feline?

Satish Verma

In Ancient Fire

We have come very
near to each other. The drums are ready
to go, before our assassination.

Like primitive Neanderthals,
I am carving a lined pictograph
of sobre thoughts on Hibiscus.

The solitude in haze
still calls you. The raw and burning
hurts are blood loving on the moon.

Satish Verma

My Invisible Woes

When you undress before
yourself, a smell of the presence
spreads. The cow was on fire.

The panther will not
move. Scars would not bleed but pain
persists. Fear and anxieties wash.

I need quietness. Howling
of wolves stops. I am blue drunk.
White papers will not spit.

Satish Verma

Ash In Eyes

Why don't you come out of
your pain to heal your granite. Do you
think a triangle of love can be made?

The bread tastes bitter.
The rotten pears fall to become pink in the
dark season. Night was donating earthen lamps.

Come back to the bonfire.
Squirrels were hungry. No nuts to break
the teeth. Moon was yawning.

Satish Verma

My Personal Tragedy

An occult feeling comes.
You measure the weight of words.
And stand taller than victory,

To remain troubled, I
suffer. Want to read your writing
in my hands. You want to die and live.

Don't need any kindness.
My lovebirds are in cages making
lot of noises. Game of love will never be over.

Satish Verma

Hierarchy

Sometimes your face
disappears. Gods were nowhere.
My plight was to unknow myself.

A grudge beats the water.
Cannot Ignite your opus. Pasteur-
ization was always incomplete.

You eat the limbs of
argument, to spurt the blood.
I cannot hear the blast any more.

Satish Verma

You Know How To Bleed

Would we survive tomorrow?
Crossing a line, to find the dried bones.
Are you upset? Bells will not toll.

I have worn many shields.
No birthday Can you give me a reward?
Milk was no more our weapon.

It is not possible to remain
human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
of heart have started drying up.

Satish Verma

You Will Not Smell Poison

This world is not going
to change the capricious hands of
rulers. Don't think a lot. Let the fever rise.

Can you move away
from your death? It is inconsolable.
A bewitching effect is sighted.

A queer probe starts of.
the fight between mirrors and scorpions.
Ask for water hemlock. Nothing appears.

Satish Verma

Under The Neem Tree

You will not let go
the proximal scream, from the milky
way lacerated in moonlight.

In dystopia the undying
pain feeds my poems. Aspiration sits
on your lips to be inhaled.

The hands shut my
eyes. Can you remove the boundaries?
Cried you one day, cried me one day.

Satish Verma

Extraordinary

I recognized your face
and looked at the moon. You don't
have any rival in this world.

How do I explain to you
why I die daily? I need so
many legs to reach you.

'Why do you love me?' I
asked. 'To destroy you,‘ You said,
and walked away on water.

Satish Verma

In Patron Box

The moon was shrinking,
I have arrested myself in a cuban
spider's net to sew the windows.

A distinctive fall. This
is an extraordinary time in search of
a new answer paradigm, of a lost love.

The solace was reluctant
to come when you open the door to bring
peace in the dark to accept mortal care.

Satish Verma

God, What is Your Real Name?

My pain has universality.
I don't remember my name.
My poems live in the roses.

Falling short in the eyes
of the sun? I will smear the ash on my
forehead. Love will not immigrate.

Was it a revolution?
Getting there to jump in a volcano
to burn the future. Take away all my shadows.

Satish Verma

My Precious Jewel

Signs are appearing
again for the emotional turn. The
testosterone proves the nostalgia.

Emotive you sleep on the
grass and your eyes are gouged by
the sun. Death by thousand stings.

Let us find some space
between us. You will survive like
Sappho. A Lesbos is created by me.

Satish Verma

Anguish Of Scars

Did you ever touch a god?
There is god's matter, I want to believe.
Flesh eats flesh. Don't stop it.

Your words always freeze
in silent air. I have a deal. There is presence.
You can feel a face unknown.

You can understand me
like Einstein. You can play with the
sorrow of the moon's death.

Satish Verma

Holy Tree Crying Earth

Do you see it, if
an ocean of love starts disappearing,
your voice embarks on lingering.

Thinking about the fall
of humanity, what do you suggest?
Everyone is god living in a grand temple.

What is the value of
truth? Your face sparkles in holiness.
I had broken a long time away.

Satish Verma

Leaving The Steps

What milk you are?
Why go adrift? We will sink together.
I am writing in minuscule amounts.

Don't you feel strength in
your weakness. It is very difficult to be
human. I don't try to forgive myself.

In still life there is
law of return. Your gusty winds
take away my bargains.

Satish Verma

Dead Architecture

My dissent grows. Moon
was still far away from my poems. A
savage atmosphere, You need celtic saint.

Will the dawn appear?
A dysplasia. The bird looks blind.
A blue jay? Will you bet on death?

Life has become an
Agave. Rosette of strong fleshy leaves.
Water inside no flowers bloom.

Satish Verma

Two Small Eyes

Still the blood flows.
like the smoke. the words fly away.
You have taken away my peace.

I need a tiger poem.
You will not share your hidden
pain. Are you a fugitive god?

You cannot change the
world. The hedgehogs would not
alter the neighbourhood of snakes.

Satish Verma

Waves

In the forlorn-hope the
ash on forehead, sacrificing my
pain, I will find my poem.

To stop the killing of
my land. In my chest lives a small
Buddha. You went a little too far.

To heal the scourging
bruises. Why do you lower the watch?
Earth has many enemies waiting.

Satish Verma

I Write Blood

Do not suppress the
natural fountain. Lift the right
words to describe your heart.

Can you move without
consciousness? It must be human. Inside
your head something goes round and round.

You were anxious for
the missing pulse. Drop the meaning
of Hibiscus for its flower power.

Satish Verma

I See In Dark

The whole world was in
your tears. I must read it. Lest
you can commit suicide.

The innocence will not
break. Moral sense will not rise. I want
to bring the leopards of love.

Give me a snow rose
It has blood spots. My fever is going up
to take a dip in moon's lake.

Satish Verma

No Mercy Today

Not any blood between
eagle and raven, who was very
intelligent? Can you tell?

You love, love like
a floating moon in my eyes. Why
so many questions by sins?

Hey, death maker
listen. If you jump from the
hilltop, I will not save you.

Satish Verma

Immaculate

This calm love like sea,
implodes. The nightmare haunts
you. Why do you want to destroy yourself?

Half man walks like a
candlestick. No flame. Sweetheart
clings you, not to follow the path of violence.

Where is the fearless muse?
The mirror will break. In the last scene.
Nobody wants to die for the moon.

Satish Verma

Paralyzed Words

He who turns back
to bear the brunt of trajectory
finds a mysterious foul play.

Slanting down, I feel
that everyone was muzzled. I
will ask the stars to shut down.

All desires have become
wants. And anonymous hurts convert
into scars of unhappy life.

Satish Verma

In House Of Criminals

When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.

End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?

Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?

Satish Verma

A Virgin Grieves

There was something
metaphysical. Nostalgia? A dumb
pain comes on the surface.

Was Existential love
important? An architect has fractured
designs. A fossil wants to embrace me.

Captive thoughts will
revolt. You want to find yourself.
I will drink Yerba Santa.

Satish Verma

You Were Very Tall

When you touch the
moon, my body sings. On the skeleton
of the ficus leaf I will draw your face.

The horror comes home
not Homo sapiens. De novo at delta
I will catch homophobia.

How long was the age
of a tyrant? Something slips from my hand.
What was the message of blood?

Satish Verma

The Fabulous Dream

O delta time you don't
walk with me. Will you define
yourself in a jungle of words?

I am sad. This world
is too much. I can not read
the unreadable. Poems will kill.

The believers die under
a canopy. After the war, the religions
fail to save humanity.

Satish Verma

Illusion

You were not there when,
taking a nap, I kissed your hands.
But the other pain comes back.

By giving away my
flesh-I become very rich in mirrors
I am different in every image.

Can you tell me what is
racism, when God was undivided?
I wanted to speak between right and wrong.

Satish Verma

Drowned Faith

Can you walk on the
ocean? The ethereal melodies turn
blue. Green birds are falling.

Can you forgive the
butcher? Who has opened my wounds?
Pain has deep water, throws the years in fire.

The marriage will not
take place in between sun and moon
in open death. Flowers don't plead.

Satish Verma

Let It Go Hollyhock

This was a gamble of
the incarnation taking its first step
with no birthday pain.

A beautiful smile to react
with my voiceless noise, the book
of an unprinted epic of grief.

Your love and my love
of occult embraces. Partition of the
unwritten pride of saga.

Satish Verma

Roses Don't Bleed

To find the end without
beginning. The pebble did not want to
go to sea. I ask the lake why?

Where was the slaughter
house of green truths? Where are the
primroses? We will never find the seeds?

It is all fake, the brotherhood.
Were you drowning the ships loaded
with bodies of the polished nobodies.

Satish Verma

Human Mind

Roaming in twilight
till the moon rises. You do not want to
discover the pain of self analysis.

Finding answers without
questions. The arrival was late and
your knowledge was becoming dangerous.

The sky looks for the
next Buddha to experiment
with the diagnosis of morality.

Satish Verma

Standing Before The Mirror

Becoming the truth. Humans
are made. Very difficult agenda. Sedition
throws the fugitives. Where are pastors?

I will develop a liaison with
hornets, collecting the stings for analogy
of a black moon in distress.

Will you live in my
heart though the blood. The caterpillars.
are crawling, very hungry.

Satish Verma

Soldiers In Line

Even darkness has the
eyes. Will you sleep unmasked at
night to meet god on fire?

Marginalized manslaughter.
We should know the pathless truth of
days unknown. Time bites time.

The priest and the fish
were swimming. There was no end
of water coming from the eyes.

Satish Verma

Rotating Eyes

I was trying to mend
my mutilated poems without you.
Sometimes a nimble hand hurts.

When you cheat on the
truth. I knew you were not made of
same element like me.

Age has caught up with
my pains. I cannot revolt against
true love. Beauty is always cruel.

Satish Verma

A River In Your Eyes

Some tears sit awkwardly
on your upper lip, telling a story. Can you
divide the space by a sword?

My mind flies like
a golden eagle, like also tender leaves of
weeping willow fly without wind.

Let colloquy start. I
have kept my poems in place. You send
only pistillate flowers.

Satish Verma

Was It A Cricket?

How big are you,
O god? I am a human. My body was
thrown in a river.

This is troubling to
understand, as if I want to
make eye contact with a cobra.

What is not understanding
like you have been playing with me
to scourge the love.

Satish Verma

What A Cut

One moon was yours,
one moon was mine I am very
agitated by Ars Poetica.

At the south of the pain
you were becoming my shadow writing
on the terra cotta, temple love was combed.

The tyrant cyclone brings
a beautiful dark moon, and I am
ready to become a martyr.

Satish Verma

Incendiary Dreams

I will fight my own
war, like the cicadas. And you
walk unlocked in rains.

There is no pain when
sun sets. I will find my peace
in the darkness of a burning heart.

You know death hesitates
flying over the jasmines. My poem has
no story. I have jumped in a volcano.

Satish Verma

A Cup of Hemlock

What do I do?
In search of peace you were
breaking your fingers.

For changing the name
of pain. Between the blood moon and
supermoon lies the man's failure.

How an evil eye can
destroy the bisexual animals. I
will prefer to love a unisex.

Satish Verma

Blood Signs On Sands

A lookalike waits for
me. It is outrageous. Who wants to be
stoned to become immortal.

O demolisher, come
again. You can touch my bones
and gather my skin and write an elegy.

The pain has no company.
The scarred body burns in the hot sun
and wears a black coat.

Satish Verma

The Spiritual Fall

Afraid to die in your
fever. I am very hot, staring at
the end. You made the first move.

Love has many names.
The moon was hurt. Dragging himself
after the rainbow collapsed.

Single set of pains
repeats the story of fallen Himalayas.
The frozen pride has started melting.

Satish Verma

When Dew Weeps

Extended agony for
me was the shivering light. Why
will the darkness win today?

The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint. You cannot blame
the tree. I have to go a long way.

Who becomes blind in
green? A beautiful death always
brings the wreaths in absentia.

Satish Verma

Pray For The Observer

I have nothing to do.
Nothing to rewrite my agony, Trying
to pre-empt death.

Of a curated gospel.
Now the knowledge has no value
to walk on the moon.

I am, what I didn't
want to be, standing under the
weeping willow. The end will come?

Satish Verma

Boomerang

You want to see me
as I was. The pending departure
waits for you. A pain ago I used to woo you.

A carnivorous wind
takes me to the spiral galaxy
beyond the moon, the sun and the stars.

The animal inside will
not harmonize. God will
lose me. I will wait for another planet.

Satish Verma

Cascades

Prowling in moonlight,
time beats. Alone I was looted
like the moon. O ballad I will not believe you.

Everything was alright
except something was imperfect. Nobody
was taking a shower under the Niagara.

Of tears. The cascades
of prayers go into oblivion. These
killing days haunt me in dark, when I wake.

Satish Verma

Golden Birds Are Falling

On timeline I start
finding the sun in darkness. The
pain has to come, but will not.

With whom I would
talk to arrange the full bodied
drowned truths in our hearts.

The silver barge cannot stand
in the cyclone-unheard..Collect the
handsome corpses of them who wanted to live.

Satish Verma

Were You A Maneater?

A broken hand picks
the last word in deep depression.
This was colossal revenge.

What was the questionable
dance of overtures? The predatory
habit will not go. A shadow on lake.

Were you standing on the moon?
I try to be true to myself. Waited for you
for centuries. You would not come.

Satish Verma

A Pygmy God Bleeds

Living in a silver dome
I want you to understand the difference
between the ethics and ethos.

The bonsai love wants
to explain. A poetical approach will be
painful, though it is true.

Over your head a cloud
bursts. Learning to mitigate was false.
Can you draw a line between space?

Satish Verma

How to say salaam?

The prelude was short.
I say I am going to die in your hands.
What Akhmatova will say?

I solemnly declare, my
date has arrived. I want to give, one
by one piece of my body to each vulture.

A voice zooms. What do
you do? You want to drink blood, or venom,
or hemlock given to Socrates?

Satish Verma

The Itch

It was raining blood.
I am frozen. No paternal gene.
Silence was weird. A cake.

Don't stand in the line
of kill. What a name can do? It becomes
dangerous. Needed self- restraint.

What was claimed? I
want the milk of you. I am impacted. No
war. Every pain deceives, like stray moon.

Satish Verma

A Sea Of Moons

You are pinned on the
board to don the cap of watchman.
Jasmines go nomads.

To alter the nomenclature
of pain, to take a nap in the rose
garden. You cannot move a mouse.

Violets are raising hands.
The voices are dim. It is getting
dark. Two small eyes roam.

Satish Verma

A Bone Quits

What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.

It was easy to bury
morality at the bank of a river.
I am digging out the god.

I give you a blood flower
moon. Awash with woods, I am selling
life very cheap. Who Was rich?

Satish Verma

I Will Cry Silently

She was a Maneater,
your kismat. The other side waits
for the conscience killers.

The snake charmer sleeps.
Cobra hill shakes. I was incapable
to stop the steps of moving domes.

My life had been for
you O goddess. The ariels will let
her go, the terrified blue earth.

Satish Verma

Tormenting Dreams

Half-burnt, I am
raising my hand and my poems are
working crossing the pains.

The collected suicide
of the nightingales have given the worry.
I am living in the desert of love.

Humankind is becoming
rare. The tulips have started
talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?

Satish Verma

Who did not die?

Horror, how big it was?
Watching the dead bodies floating on
the river. A voice screams. Dearth said mercy.

Looking at the truth of
pain, the end smiles. Then who killed
oneself? Right to kill was not religion.

What can be the last wish
of a stone buried in the grave of a
resuscitated angel after the death?

Satish Verma

Your God, My God

I want to make you feel my
presence, by my unease, with not mincing my
words to show my synchronicity.

The pain will not pay
heed. I continue to wash my wounds.
with blood. Can it be retrieved?

The vultures are descending.
I am collecting the cadavers. There
were no scars. Who washed them?

Satish Verma

The Other World

Between you and me, there
are two worlds and there is a
tyrannical hypocrisy.

Inexcusable. You have
loved me too much. I have to stifle myself.
You will have to be on the road.

You are repairing yourself
for a genocide of overthinking. I had
a revulsion of saying nothing.

Satish Verma

Suffering Rises Again

Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.

Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.

Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.

Satish Verma

Bowls Are Empty

I am developing awareness
of your parted lips. Something was
left to say, your ankles had stopped ringing,

I am not a holder of
candles. Want to stay in the dark to
look at the falling moon on the burning pyre.

Barefoot I walk on the
hot ashes, after the collective suicide
of the utopia, without a war.

Satish Verma

Sleeptalking

The sword hangs. You
will not scream. There was stigma.
No style. I think. Let it go.

What magic. There
was huge money in asylum. Golden
eagle. Comorbidity. Black fungus.

Is it possible to find
human, who lives beyond himself?
Where is the truth? The poem says in me.

Satish Verma

My Knowledge Was Raw

Inevitable. It was a
death waiver. Would you like to
see yourself in the mirror for a roadmap?

Call it quits? Irretrievable?
Truth comes back when we are on fire.
Over your thoughts the tears float.

The pain lives behind
your eyes. Tarantula starts moving
Cuban spider gives a wooly bite.

Satish Verma

Pure As Agni

Unfazed I send my
poem to you. This is my work
of blood to convey the agony of departure.

Between love and resistance
there was a happy pain. I was a rebel
always to lead my art of dying.

It was my destiny to
refuse to surrender. This was
my dream, my night, my fireworks.

Satish Verma

Man Breaks The Man

I didn't ask you for
the surge from the femme fatale.
The prowess of man brings horror.

O moment of pain,
don't go to the moon to end the marriage
of grass with the Himalayas.

My imbalance with agony
brings a solar pull to meet the gods of
oceans. The earth has blocked the rivers.

Satish Verma

The Glides

After the debris is cleared,
the animals will raise an argument
about physical vs spiritual.

A beast invites you for
a vision in a vision. Take me to
burning pyres to collect the ashes..

The muse suffers. Where
to go? Will you bring a rebellion against
the dream sellers in broad daylight.

Satish Verma

Time Takes Its Revenge

This is intrigue love
and hate of two entities. Sunset was
half. The moon prematurely strips on.

There was no endgame.
Who had nailed the lake? I live in
the moment. Have you seen the death laughing.

The vessel breaks, when
you wear the veil. My religion is unique.
I only love the truth of agni.


Satish Verma

Show Me Your Lines

It was a cosmic massacre.
But the business of god goes on.
Let the clampdown begin on the roses.

It is a war of eyes.
Relentless. Did you come from the moon?
Only stone structures are left in the lake.

Why did you stand against
the fire?. The blood dries up in the veins.
and the memory pricks the ocean.

Satish Verma

Let Me Say

Why did you look back
after saying goodbye. The syncope
plays its hand. Nobody wants to win.

Why did you kill the
trees? They cry. The invisible blood
drips at night. Don't do it with clouds.

Only the candle sends you
light, by burning the wax of eyes.
O god is there any solace by giving soul?

Satish Verma

The Philanthropist Speaks

In camouflage the unknown
flame sneaks a look from the moon, when
flickering candles would die?

Hypocrisy will dominate.
Where the blackbirds have gone? Do you
know some teachers who teach piano?

Why don't we die for nobody?
The pain was accumulating. I Want
to wash my clothes in dark.

Satish Verma

Time Kills You

Once a while you eat
yourself. You come swaying like rain
drops. Must you stay in my eyes?

The art of slaying is done.
Blood starts flowing in the river. The trash
hangs on the wall. Spiders move.

The drama begins. No
curtains. Meaning is not clear. One
should draw a line before the sun rises.

Satish Verma

My Predicament

In my helplessness
in fear of the unknown. I will not listen,
who was the prey of choice.

Now I will take a dip
in pain, trying to see both sides of
the moon on the volatile night.

At distance, do you
smell the smoke of a burning body
of a fallen comet without a tail?

Satish Verma

The Epicenter Trembles

You are like Quebracho!
I lie on the road. My earth was
cracking. The mushrooms started dancing.

I will wait for the
moonrise to negotiate with stampedes
outside the grand mausoleum.

Where will you keep
the cadavers known and unknown?
The cargo of words have to be unloaded.

Satish Verma

Such Crime

I will track a lonely
poem, and send it to you. The devils
will not entertain the lime man.

Allow me to vent
on the old tree. Tell me how to kill oneself
or how to make myself whole.

Should I drop dreaming?
Are we through the burning hills and
you want to be taller than the butterflies?

Satish Verma

My Face, Your Face

The gods of the road
sign. Today they are going to ache
from the dirt of barefoot travellers.

My hands touch you in
air, when the perfumes caress your
red cheeks in the twilight.

O love, what are your
plans to kiss the black roses to meet
the heart of restless Agni.

Satish Verma

Myth Of Golden Love

Soot was thickening.
The fugitive wants to come back.
This was not my day. A psychoactive.

This was not your day.
The earth needs a pause to think about
life studies. But Buddha sleeps.

A Sylvia Plath takes
turn. You want to bloom anger against
the opioid sleep in sun.

Satish Verma

I Was Moonstruck

Inscrutable was diurnal
pain. You were under surveillance
between dream and reality.

Photolysis stops. Are you
alive? The poignant juvenile moon
was unveiled to see the wounds of earth.

You come in limelight.
The lineage is breaking. I don't want
the second hand love to engage gold-digging.

Satish Verna

Who Was The Winner?

Yellow and white
you have bisected my daffodils
eye to eye in paradise garden.

The serene beauty draws
the power of love from the inner well.
Spring bursts after encounter with nuances.

Fumbling from poem to
poem. I would not find the meaning of
pain of bleeding pen.

Satish Verma

The Stigma

Brutal stance, the art
of blood is done. A snake was eating
its tail. I am a poem, you are the ink.

The assault on the moon
was not worthy of a sacred cow. Suddenly
something was coming towards me.

Does it influence you,
a raised hand coming out of the earth?
The newness knows the politics also.

Satish Verma

Time Of Sorrow

When the space between
threat and love disappears, I will find
my blood poem in your red eyes.

You nick yourself sometimes
in the light of the blue moon and the journey
of platelets starts for the unknown.

You said I am killing
myself. Around you the fire zooms.
I am standing on the deck, you scream.

Satish Verma

Pain Is Flowering

Trying to solve the puzzles
of life. Is it not you morphed cloud of
lips in fusion of love and stings?

The heart of a fig tree says
it with flowers. Why did you look back?
Would you like to sleep under the stones?

Invent a truth like a lie.
Critique will give the judgement. Why
the moon will confess a murder.

Satish Verma

Out Of The Question

Why did you become
your own ghost? A smoke rises from
the roof. I don't want to hurt yourself.

I wear your name.
you are a godless temple. You hear the
voices but cannot see me.

You must have left me
near the burning ghat. The river
flows carrying the tears of Himalaya.

Satish Verma

Would You Kneel?

How would you fill my
void? No one should come between
us. The lancet brings human nature.

The conscience creates
a meme. What was doable, the carnage
or a bouquet of roses for the invisible?

After the fall of the moon
in the night, something hides behind
your eyes. Who had made the god?

Satish Verma

My World

Espionage. Are you
searching yourself. You are denying
yourself the coup against the gang of gods.

I will sonify your
unheard music. Speculative? Is it dark
under the milky way and it is autocracy?

The nightmares inhibit.
I will not let you go beyond the stars.
There are many dreams beyond the skies.

Satish Verma

Turn Off The Lights

What you give becomes
silver to come around. The gold nuggets stick
to me. Why you were crazy about the whole moon?

The critique says why
the hunger opens the mouth. The mask
will protect all the unused words.

The sacred pain was mine.
I am indebted to you that before I bled,
you came running to make me rich.

Satish Verma

Nightfall

Street-the evil incarnate
runs after the people. I stay in smoke
to hide the pain of candle in wind.

I feel uneasy. Listen
to earth. Who was crying? I accost the moon.
I have to say something in the fog.

Bilberries leave the marks.
Your eyes are brown. Gold fishes swim.
I peel off my skin to see your face.

Satish Verma

Revenge

Fidelity was at risk.
The planting moon looks with intense
gaze. I hold on the paradox.

You won't return to be
as you were once. Life mystifies the love.
I don't seek any mercy.

How would you be like a big
charming red rose? Even if broken from
the srem the beautiful smell will never go.

Satish Verma

Knowing-Self

The tragedy of going
in the sea of pain to find the strawman.
I will not abandon the ruins.

In the abyss, I was in
pause. You remember the bluebirds
flying over the flames.

It was a miracle. I was
drinking a cup of hemlock like honey.

sitting away from the pile of ash.

Satish Verma

Poetry Vs Poverty

You take life too much.
I ask, what is its worth, it's meaning,
and it's hidden philosophy?

You are not certain. To
whom you are dedicated? The cause of
annihilation? Where the hawk will land?

If I walk on the straight
path will you ever see me again? Then
why the world is commiting suicide?

Satish Verma

The Compass Failed

One day you will meet
yourself, when a tree walks with you
to remember the cuttlefish.

Sepia had jettisoned
the ink in your eyes. Why you will
swallow the pain to act impossible?

Nothing works to collect
the feathers at shores, when waves
stop coming at night.

Satish Verma

Do Not Throw The Moon

My poems do not reach
you. Night still burns my heart,
and undresses my wounds.

Half-human in the
pages of epics. I find faces of leopards
digging the tombs with gloved hands.

Do I frighten you my
love? My clairvoyance shows my hands
tearing away all the pages of history.

Satish Verma

Take Me Calmly

Brutal poem. But you
want to touch it. It severes off your thumb.
You climb the rainbow to see a nude.

Will it go beyond the
kisses of a cobra? Walk slowly in peace.
The panthers wait for the fall.

This is April Fugitive
trees have started unloading. The
forest goes in flames. I am counting rocks.

Satish Verma

Is This Futurism?

Looks like an unreal love.
Why someone hangs from an Indian lilac
tree. Leaves were very bitter to chew.

You want to pull me down.
I will not eat mangoes. TS Eliot was
ignited to write 'The Waste Land'.

Like a vampire wants to
know, who were half-kissed faces,
ready to be punished by charisma.

Satish Verma

Someone Falls In The Feet

A place of glass eyes.
Fire in fire, flames on flames. The
question arises. An ocean will help?

Sometimes you come braless.
O moon you take a bath in the eyes
of innovated love.

The vespa, it stings badly.
Will you say something. O my beautiful
eyes, why only one eye weeps?

Satish Verma

A Game Within A Game

What a folly. You want
to live in the womb again. There was
one soul and two bodies.

Words tend to die in the large
grind. Only dried tears were left on the
rocks. A name was erased slowly.

O god out of the ash comes
out the sacred necklace. All night
I was remembering a name of fabric.

Satish Verma

Who Wants to be Ultimate!

You think the sun is dying.
I am going deep in the ocean.
Eventually the moon ambushes Venus.

It was a grim situation.
The crooked fingers of an old man start
writing an epic. God will not take rebirth.

Where the love will go?
It was enough. In the crowd, I am not going
to raise my hand, to die first.

Satish Verma

Holy Vision

My god hurts me one day.
Divides the roses in half. Bodiless you come
in to kiss and leave the chapped lips.

Mercy for whom? The
wounds of love makes me search to trap
the honeybees like the stolen gem.

You give me your limbs
to walk on the paper and find a saviour
who always follows you in dark.

Satish Verma

Conversations

Were you contributors
in my crucifixion? Glow worm was
not throwing light. Only a pyre was in flames.

The grass was smoking
without fire. I trembled for the
sake of wood. Nobody was collecting ash.

Who left the scars on your
body, when you were taking bath
in the milk of the bright moon?

Satish Verma

Dying Is Easy

An aubade, I will not be
able to sing. Have you got a
Midas touch? I ask my love.

Trying to become whole.
Will you keep me in your heart?
When identity fails you become human.

Searching for common traits
in us, when the country suffers,
Why did we find deep pains?

Satish Verma

When Agni Licks

You try to get back at me
by placing the ultimate truth in the
crucible to sit on the flame.

I want to become confessional,
accepting my fall to behave like
half-human breaking the oath.

You want to prove that
everything is black. All the tragedies
are meant for me. I decode god - as rejected...

Satish Verma

The Virgin Blood

Not an idiom. It was
a conversation with self. You cannot
turn your eyes away from black moon.

Truth remains impersonal
Can you fight with your alienation?
Were you ready to discover love's pain?

The death of a bo tree
reminds you Buddha? Why not a genius
is born now? Will you destroy yourself?

Satish Verma

The Stones Are Coming

A bitch drags you
to smell the identity of Neanderthal.
How will you define the small human?

Now as I am hurt
I collect my poems from nostalgia.
The olive has the magic. This is not true.

I have to win at any
cost. Will you die for a lie? There
was no afterword after the kill.

Satish Verma

Talking To Adonis

What did I ask you,
O celibate? I am already divided
equal to half- self, at par with the half-humanoid.

You live in my eyes to navigate
for me, without any destination. From tongue to
tongue, we exchanged our saliva.

The vitreous lips were full
of blood, left the bold imprints on the
every page of the turbulent life.

Satish Verma

There Was No Protocol

Half -minded. It was raining
red. The vampire was getting ready.
My home was burning.

Disinvesting my love. The
road in my heart goes to the river. The
slender moon is sad. Negotiation drops

I am dragging a broken
pillar. Your body becomes bone china.
I clan write the murder dates.

Satish Verma

Who was unseen?

Telling not, was safe
like the trans, was polarizing the
eyes. The ingenuity betrays.

I start trembling in
the unchanged heart. I want the proximity
of the flame. Let some light burn.

Who impacts the moon?
I prepare myself for a violent break.
And again start moving away from myself.

Satish Verma

Dark Skinned Love

Winter will not go.
Yes it was my vengeance. Will wear the
ochre color. Look- where I have come.

Will you ever dance in
a triangle? The wisdom kills. How far
was the center? Lots of smoke.

Peel of the tangerine.
I want to see how much the moon bleeds.
Small words scream. Winter will not go.

Satish Verma

My Metaphysics

Between the hawk and dove
flesh was the main truth from the
severed neck. Do you believe in violence?

Everything is becoming
unreal. Where the sense lives? I have
nothing to say with bizarre looks.

You were always a mystery.
I climb daily like Sisyphus to slip
back. Would I stop one day?

Satish Verma

The Magnetism

It takes one to kill the
lovebird. The herd community applauds.
History will not repeat.

You were elusive and
mystic. Bone to bone walking. Blood meets
within. Inside the chaos screams.

The spark should not go.
A bohemian vows to distill the truth
from the eyes of super-ego.

Satish Verma

Wounds Of Life

Phenomenal.
Not spiritual. The birth of a new god.
But fetishism starts.

Do not meet me behind
the moon. Look somebody follows me in
dark.The baby screams.

Where the truth has
gone? Words would not tell. The barren
mind wants to know, why to bleed?

Satish Verma

Fear And Truth

Something was rotten.
What do you want to prove? One day
you will see my sorrow in the sky.

A child lives in me of old
age. Speaks of unborn earth. One by one,
everyone winters. Only bones laugh

Where is the point of no
return? Can you reverse the aftermath
of holocaust? I even cannot cry.

Satish Verma

Read Me

You want to talk.The
clock is ticking. Like a shaman I want
to know you, alternating my consciousness.

United vocabulary trembles.
I occupy your heart. It is a noiseless
music. You cannot hear but feel.

Your presence in the empty room
I know. It is agony, shakes the curtains.
Something goes, something comes.

Satish Verma

Aggrandizement

It was the first elegy,
when the earth was dying slowly.
I thought I should be living.

The rocks want to bleed.
My mind becomes still in my loneliness.
You wanted a happy marriage with the death.

At this moment give me
a kiss of viper. I choose my absolute
to watch without seeing.

Satish Verma

Flawless Genocide

After being cheated, I
am learning again. Can we meet beyond
the earth? Certain things are disappearing.

On the forsaken, dark
street. Moon was walking gingerly
to talk to sleeping lovers.

Hold the ground, liberating
the honeybees. Murderous hornets
are coming to decapitate the religious faith.

Satish Verma

To See Through the Dark

Tender thorns, but
turbulent sea inside. Why are you
holding the ancient water in your eyes?

You are trapped below
my beats but I am escaping into space.
Yet you dare to kiss me on rock.

This was divine. You
always lived in my breast. The ripped silence
becomes vocal. Where does this road go?

Satish Verma

Where Was My Pain, My Pain

I had no answers
after torching the gothic memoriam.
Why did you lose without a gain?

O passion love, would
you repeat the Wuthering heights?
Post the tragedy will you pick my poems?

You want to swallow the moon,
against the sun. A strange explosion
rips the dream of marrying death.

Satish Verma

Unmasked Tulips

In your blood are you
comfortable? I will give you myself
whole. Can you call me Buddha?

Want to take away my
blackness without any confession. Your
tongue had become blue, hinged.

Why disquieting under
the water. It is not the shipwreck. We
are swimming to find the depth of love.

Satish Verma

No Casabianca

The otherness of uncertainty is
excruciating. Why you want to be certain,
what laughing hyenas eat?

The legacy keeps a watch
on wounds. Anonymously I want to say
a miracle, the night will dance.

Yes it is true. In an
aquarium the golden fish eats the
dying fish, like man eats the man.

Satish Verma

Are You in Frenzy?

First unlock my pain.
Healing must start after killing
yourself. It was drizzling love.

Your face had the lips-
mark of death. The wrinkles want to
say something. Not high morale.

Not much courage to slit
the dark to let in the sun. Want to
listen to the voice of earth again.

Satish Verma

Carbon Copy

What I don't see, I
see. I will go where I don't reach.
The human failing shines.

Where are you, my
partner in jail ? The rattler of moons.
Why do fever rise in the dead body?

The stars don't sleep
laying the dews on your eyes. You
know the pain looks back at the torturer.

Satish Verma

Litany For None

Can you wash the words?
They have become very dirty. My
encounter with thorns was enlightening.

Do you think your navel
is still connected with your silent
ancestors? Take out your knife to kill time.

I know you were crying
all night. There was no opened door
to find the moon in dark eyes.

Satish Verma

How To Speak Unspeaking

Answering a question
of life and truth, we come near the
absurdity. A third eye opens

Wearing the dark skin
in esoteric clairvoyance the moon
becomes a king of metaphors.

Love steals away the
poem. There was no complete story.
by accident. The pain lays bare the moonlight.

Satish Verma

No Poison Between Us

Can you read my poem
written for you O blind wizard?
Why did my voice not reach you?

It is not mental, You
give light in my eyes. I will give you
my eyes. Why vendetta between lovers?

I will sever off my
thumb one day I will not write
a ballad for you. I am not a slave of words.

Satish Verma

The Dark Session

It was not philanthropy.
I am interrupted daily. Surreal emotion
takes over. Trying to synchronize.

Man to man to become
human, inhaling pain, drinking moon-
light. Fever is coming down.

Pungent smell. I think
to do something. Clay ripens very
fast. Not responsible for killing light.

Satish Verma

What Was to Come?

Be- what you want to be.
asking for fairness. Your thoughts don't
reach me in the dark. In day burial time comes.

How do you know
the arrival of the unknown was
coming soon? Destiny insists to know the end?

Who will be my escort to
stitch the shadows of broken dreams?
I need to know the power of your love.

Satish Verma

Sonic Dark

Moon like a white panther,
waits in the dark when I was condemned
to live more in the crowd of predators.

Brutal smell of crocus
makes me insane. The fireflies are
unleashed to pick the sparks of love.

You re-imagine a dream.
who was spoiling the sun to burn
the forest where fawns live without violence?

Satish Verma

The Another Tale

The autocracy asks to
kill the language of nothingness for
the new adjectives. Did you change the heart?

My preview of absurd kindreds
was impossible. We haven't reached the
vocabulary of non-violence of gods.

The hostile sit into
appeal the boat on fire, not to go
in sea. There were many whales.

Satish Verma

Freedom To Kill

Perseverance, I am
falling and falling in your eyes.
You don't blink, making decision

Divining-who predicts
you have lost face. Conjecture? You
speak, stepping out your skin.

The right to bend down before
Agni after the dream, becomes true. You
make yourself ready to confront defamation.

Satish Verma

Haif- Promises

This was a body blow
when you said, I had a right to go
insane. The gold-diggers were coming.

Life has become a torn,
dirty one rupee bank note.Useless.
You cannot buy water. Memory slips.

Small things were heavy.
You are half-buried in the wall. The
religion breaks. The dead moon looks black.

Satish Verma

Take-Off The Gloves

My culpability carries
your name. Will you ever drive away
the smell of an ancient wolf?

My thirst never dies
drinking your ocean. How many ship-
wrecks I would find at the bottom?

The sparrows want to
come back to sit on the window sill
to watch the murder of a deity.

Satish Verma

Dimpled Pains

The life within, looks
like a sequelae of a mysterious flame
like a magpie singing in and out..

We all are like flycatchers
looming on a beautiful garden to find
a mating place in an invisible paradise.

I am not about to speak
about how the static tunnel begins before it
is drowned on the way to the moon.

Satish Verma

Silver Bleeds Red

There was smoke
without a candle. I had been moved.
My gold rings sit on the moon.

I don't claim my pain.
The immaculate crime. I have not
taken the call. The end waits at the door.

I got you easy under
sacred tree. I am yet afraid of me.
The dry leaves carry the name of the tree.

Satish Verma

The Little Was Big

After half live-in, in
my eyes, the pain wants to go back in
the ocean to escape the flare.

Not dependent on poverty
of truth, time leaves the green amputation
on the heart. I love the space.

And the other miasma
resolves the mystery of undying words
of the healer, the mouth of fire.

Satish Verma

Exploring The Light

Will you give me an
abstract of the murder of a blind
well? I always jumped into an ocean.

It ejects me on the sand.
The second sex intervenes to start
bargaining of dreams with the moons.

The global pain moves
like a glacier, you stand on singed marble
to cool the flames of Taj Mahal.

Satish Verma

The Massive Glory

Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.

The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.

Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where the pits go?

Satish Verma

The Image Catcher

In advanced love, where
was the fault in catching the words?
Half-bread was not sufficient.

The mirrors tell lies.
Rings in fingers were fattening. I
was not able to measure the distance.

O round moon and the sun,
our earth is breaking. All night
it was raining on the flames.

Satish Verma

Life Has Become A Constant

You live in your own
world. I fall like Niagara riddled
with memories peddled with blood signature.

What was a Pi in the
ocean of tears. I drag the body of
fallen tree of virtue.

The roots are spiking
up to talk to the sun. What was the
meaning of light years in dark?

Satish Verma

The Departure

You will not find any
absolute -stunning the emptiness-of
first landing on earth to fly.

What was your proximal
pain in absence of truth? Decapitation
was not sufficient. Roses come again.

The drift continues. You don't
have the real home. Winds find
you in any nook and corner.

Satish Verma

Flying In Vacuum

You were not true to god.
I was playing with fire for resuscitation
to search violets in your eyes.

The sameness was very
typical. We cry at the same time.
to move away from burning calendars.

A single kiss of Agni
will make the ashes of bickering moons.
I want to die no more.

Satish Verma

Criminal Sacrifice

I will not do any bargain.
You will have to fight by yourself
in the pit of agitated snakes.

It was a cruel test to walk
on the thorns of roses and carry the
singed flowers in the hands.

What was the philosophy
of making holes in the heart before
severing the relationship?

Satish Verma

Avant-Garde

Future will find you
one day. I am trying to forget me.
The deadly avalanche was revengeful.

I don't want to
go into comma. I was not alone in the
firing range. Impeachment was not the answer.

Smell of burning grass
purrs the rising pride to commit a
sin of saving the scorpions.

Satish Verma

Vision Fails After Sunset

This was inhuman.
I was asked to become human. Why
I should not write biographical poems?

O blue moon, let's go
to serene lake, where we kiss the
horizon. When time stops.

Reopening the book of.
Mercy was very painful. The
wounds started crying in your absence.

Satish Verma

Love Me Again

Who was the predator?
A moon or the sun in the dark? Life demands
full justice for a fallen tear from the brown eye.

Accrued to the temple
wall. Sleep with me I tell the poem
for you. The book is on fire.

Hibiscus again looks at
me drinking from my cupped hands
shaking violently without wind. Rest is history.

Satish Verma

I Was Your Destiny

Nature calls agenda.
It pulls my heartstrings walking in
moonless night to find fireflies.

Hiding in a beehive,the
annual rings cut your years ikn pain
Echoes were waiting in hope.

The sap refuses to rise.
Brown marks on your face are
becoming darker. I Will cross you in water.

Satish Verma

Parenthesis

Sometimes you overthink
in the evening. The night has the
receding line of purple love.

Open the light. How
many lives you have? Your life is being
written, but you were not the author.

Your slanted brown lives
always reflect a broken world,where
words wander to find the page of heart.

Satish Verma

Is it togetherness?

To be or not to be ready,
to outreach my ethnic pain? To be
absent, when I sit to think about you?

Waiting for the half-moon
to cross the galaxy of paradoxical
pause, to be condemned to go for poetica?

On the outskirts of the god’s
unknown home, will you get freedom to create
love, happiness and a temple?

Satish Verma

Why This Madness

Its thorns hurt, I still
love the rose, remaining unhappy.
No repeal. Life illuminates.

On the terrace I go to
talk to the moon. I will speak less.
I want to see the lips quivering.

This continues. The vital
existence of catching stars. This injures
but I will stand in dark.

Satish Verma

The Destiny Fails Once

The night bird was in
shackles. It was grace to talk nothing.
Were you ready for the final wish?

The bird lands on a tree,
while choking will freeze a song
of liberation. Even the moon nods.

It cannot silence the
voice of love. Waves always dance in
chains. Even god will not restrain.

Satish Verma

My Baby Steps

It was a dry run to die.
Inequality between sun and moon
always inspires to save the earth.

My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.

In well defined ripped
loyalty, a black star says, I am-
the cry of fallen truth of the conscious.

Satish Verma

Infatuation

A Gothic touch has come
in my verse. I am afraid of myself.
Marrow was ready to give the blood.

Oh levitate, your ligaments
are strong. I put my words in your
mouth. The calamity will stay at the door.

Necrosis of old arches
follows the juvenile genius. The

eyes open the dark sky. Eagles dive.

Satish Verma

I Am Stone And Tears

A red rose remains
red. Why are you not talking?
I had rushed over to inferno.

It was a frantic rise
of the mummified thoughts. I love to
die for the unraveling.

The tragedy of living
splits the hairs. I won;t be stopped.
I will not be intimidated.

Satish Verma

Poverty Was Beautiful

I injected in you the
power to kill me to redeem me from
the debt of resuscitation.

A snake has a home
in you. When a snakecharmer comes,
the reptile comes out to drink milk.

It took generations to
realize that sacred fig was not only to
give shelter to Buddha. It was water too.

Satish Verma

The Last Battle

In my poems you search
yourself. The timeless words creep into
to find the story of love's pain.

You have taken away my
memory. I remember only the night
dance, of harvest moon in distress.

Clouds never stop for anyone.
The silence becomes loud. I have survived
in coming and going to the slaughter house.

Satish Verma

Looking Deep

Why are you undoing
my pain, curating for a fake god?
Was it a mania?

I am dividing myself.
Half the space was for you. Some words
were amputated to stop crying.

You were my variation.
I am submitting all the evidence of
Hara-Kiri .Was it easy to shove the knife?

Satish Verma

Gifted Pain

Give me the original, not
a fake yes. The coins were rolling
back in deep well of abuses.

The politics of love was
yours. I was always a tutor of innocent
truths of life. Let's explore betrayal.

You were my religion. Taking
a bath in the lake of lies. Tell me
from where the light will come.

Satish Verma

Walk A While

Your descent comes
when I rise in the sky. I was not
fascinated with absolute power.

I want to drink from
your cup after magnetization with
hemlock. How can you kiss without me?

Hey you! Don't use the
pencils. Your eyes play with flying
sparks from the fireworks of the lips.

Satish Verma

The Blood Dance

The fat cat jumps the wall
to ravage the. Apollo Why did you call
the moon?Black eyes in golden face?

I tear off the notes of
surrender.The brown statue blinks her eyes.
Someone puts the blame on the sky.

Script of the holy book is being
revised. War will start again between birds
of prey. Who sharpens the claws?

Satish Verma

Lifting The Dead

The prophecy looks into
your eyes. Too cruel to be born again.
Life challenges the rising pain.

I have wounded myself.
The familiar faces have become strangers.
Do you recognise me shirtless?

Who wants to sleep under the
Bo tree to realize the failing truth
of man in this crowded world.

Satish Verma