The Protest Will Continue

Your small words have
big meanings. Death after resurrection.
The dead ducks will not come back.

The scars were becoming
green.Time glares on wet eyes. No
more tears will come from the moon.

The wanderers have no
names. Every house was pulverized. You
want to build a temple without stones.

Satish Verma

Severing off the Thumb

When the sun enters into
a glass of water, I go in the dark to count
the crimes of sky dipping in the ocean.

Bereft in flesh eaters.
the name of the crocodile comes up for
this skin. Are you ready for the jump?

Why do shining stars die
without sparks ? Unthinkable miracles
don't happen. Will you do right thing in wrong time.

Satish Verma

The Half-Dead Moon

You cannot quit my life,
without blood on your hands cleaving
through my poems. Will you take off your skin?

Were your lips as true
as your eyes? As I know you O king,
you have punctuated my song.

Pulverised You said,
there was someone sending wind to
fire. I was burning in the salt lake.

Satish Verma

Untouchable Wounds

After waking up you
found, it was a day less. Spinning faster,
you strike back when a tiny moon moves away.

My whole. Existence had.
no back up. I fight with the sun. Was it
all real? It hurts me so much. Stars swim.

Cooling with gale. Now
a monument crumbles. Let it break.
My god, why did you create the mosaic?

Satish Verma

Searching For Love

Let me demolish the
killer- stance of the crowd. Tell me
something. Everyone was a predator

You were in my every song.
I was etching your name on every tree.
A forester comes and burns the jungle.

What if I ever pick your
footprints or leave my bleeding signs 

on the blue rocks of salt?

Satish Verma

Every Day A Pain

First moonrise after a
replica of sun was targeted to find
the community of warmongers.

A grizzly pain makes its
home in my poems. I will never know
why it happened before the kidnap of light.

You carry darkness into water.
I think, I am thinking of abdication 

from the throne of silence.

Satish Verma

Evergreen

There is no ending
of time. Heart in heart and pain
in pain . Go deep to invite the moon.

My beautiful vista has
been stolen. I will go in infamy.
Only three words make and break you.

You have left sorcery to
become an innocent mortal. We will 

make another castle in the wind.

Satish Verma

I Am What I Was Not

Words between the words
melt to make them lovers. It was
elementary. Hugging the deep fire.

You have the ocean in blue
eyes. The waves zoom with blinkers.
The quakes come from the heart.

Beyond the icebreaking,
the strings are tied with flames.
I will fly with a bald eagle.

Satish Verma

Give Me Back My Love

You stole my shade
to bare it all, culling the lethal
truth, when someone goes blank.

I was not bonecipher.
My blood flows in your veins.Yesterday
I killed myself on paper. Ink is still screaming.

It hurts to collect the dead.
The grief becomes obsolete. Life gets
naught in the crowd of angels.

Satish Verma

Not My Failure

The body implicates the
philosophy for lullaby. Something
sleeps between moons. A simile wakes.

The hands reach out for
the unborn prodigy. Will you catch
my words of celebrations?

The boneless truth will
not help. I want a burning candle
to write your name in the sky.

Satish Verma

My Reticence

You are speechless like
tasmanian blackwood. Back of my
mind, I am a little nervous.

I have to find someone
who has not committed some sin. As you
know, I will not forgive myself to come clean.

A mystic fire sears you.
But your voice remains alive for
foreword before god commits suicide.

Satish Verma

When Mountain Twists

The right or wrong thing,
a praying mantis decides, eating
away the head of mate in conjugation.

The decapitation was
easy, sitting on a giant hollyhock
like a saint in meditation.

The bull wants all dead,
From earth to sky aristicracy
moves to start the holocaust.

Satish Verma

Knocks on The Door

You are my beautiful poem,
O moon. The absent conclave will
ask the knife to navigate in homeless pains.

The masculinity prevails
to kill the growing trend of night song
to take vendetta on the clouds.

The political color invades.
You wear the. Crown to hide the sharp
features of resurrecting truth.

Satish Verma

A Facsimile of Human Nature

I need you very badly.
I will carry. Agni into the sea, so that
blackbirds collect the moonlight.

Drop the curtain. Hope
was killed by mentors. Man has become
helpless to save the sun.

Who was the serial killer
on this earth? The tragedy of human
evolution will never be proved.

Satish Verma

Most Bleeding Heart

Pains apart, life is same
between man and beast. I renounce
my friendship with death.

The greed takes home.
This side of the moon becomes hot but
suddenly love dies in my arms.

Ah, into the temple of
prayers go blood soaked swords
to arrange the hymns of the future.

Satish Verma

What We Are?

Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.

One road goes to a funeral
ground, other to a temple without
any deity. What path will you take?

There was no ceremony
to remember the panlove or a holocaust.
I want a shoulder to carry my broken bones.

Satish Verma

Barren Pains

Like in gendering of flowers
a splendid thing was love poems.
The dummy had become second I.

There was a persistent war
between the destroyed and predators.
Must you eat what you throw out.

Not me, not mine, Take
away your mortgaged trust in magicians.
My life has been scorched by the moon.

Satish Verma

Before Bonfire

Like night- blooming cereus,
you wake up, shattering the empty glass.
In your quiescence, the world would not care.

Who will worship the
fallen god and other angels? Nobody cares
for the planted sunrise in relics.

The purple pain honors
the self made character. I survive
in the shrines of bind patriarchs.

Satish Verma

I Admire You

Shall we meet in the
last chapter of the book,where after the
struggle two bodies had become one?

The scenario changes.
We tear and stitch on the walls of our hearts
when you have forgotten to make your eyes wet.

In delirium, I had discovered
you in the waters. Oh my esteem,how long you
are going to break me in horrors?

Satish Verma

I Will Borrow From You

We are ending in the
hands of love hunters. Salt and
water will not make any ocean.

Living in the galaxy, aliens
killed themselves. Are we moving
in the same manner in challenging the unknown?

You move through my heart,
when I sleep in your pink eyes. O god 

how long we will suffer on the moon?

Satish Verma

Habit of Dying

Pardon my poems.
Becoming you I get the pain,raising
the blues. I ask who was the son of god?

Were you real? I
am sifting the words to appreciate
suiciding not by flagellation.

The traditions swipe the
dust. Why did I stand in domino?
O death, don't come to kiss me pink.

Satish Verma

There Are Many Hands

Unnamed, tragedy of a
burning path. You go for a post
human activity. Angels were going wild.

What is the sanctity of
sacrificing your limbs, to reach god's
home? The price of news was increasing.

Ah the modernism of
love,needs different bloods to bargain
the cost of wasted sperms reaching earth.

Satish Verma

From Freud Archives

It was my last blood.
The silence speaks when you would not cry.
You are learning from yourself objectively.

The speed of depression
was increasing. Amnesia comes in search of self.
You will make your own universe.

There was a queer touch
of oedipus complex. You were irrefutable.
Heat was on. Were You steadfast?

Satish Verma

Catching Butterflies

Gathering the mist from
your eyes, if a kiss would speak.
You belong to the world of curves.

Sun was polygyny. Moons
will meet in winter solstice, unmoving
night. Snakecharmer remains calm.

My house has no one
except me. Dots and dashes create
a hermit. Nothing was left to celebrate.

Satish Verma