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

Bare Truths

When love simmers,
small mistakes will make a big god.
I will not reach your voiceless words.

A beauty pours into the
moon, white blaze to burn the earth.
Listen, I am going to take an oath.

Symbiosis. I feel too
proud to inhale the sky of your eyes
and you suck away my pains.

Satish Verma

Living In A Cave

Sea and metaphores.
You don't need a mirror before the
breakdown and spinning weird moon.

The bitter taste of too
much salt. It glimmers on the tears.
The bitter taste of love dies.

The obsession with psycho
clears the path of real pain.There
was no fear in the heart of the sues.

Satish Verma

In The Middle Of The Road

I am afraid of myself.
The fake truth was very sweet. Sun has
stopped sanitizing.Will you talk to the moon?

Bad luck. I cannot read
the lines on my hands. You were very uncommon.
The sudden flames will burn the road.

Where do you want to go?
I love to guide you in the jungle, where
howling wolves are roaming.

Satish Verma

Impersonal Sorrow

It was impossible.
Construction was unbelievable. You were
walking like the lizard on the wall.

To worship the black
god. Integrity was shamed. Your
response was omitted. Snowfall stops.

The snake catchers are
increasing. Where the venom could go
to insult the knuckles?

Satish Verma

Who Was Stoic?

The invisible crime of
writing a story for an inquisitive
starts a crisis to construct a truth.

What was the difference
between self and lies? You will always
invoke the almighty to interfere.

The human touch will
not wake. The blood on the wall tells
the sad legend of self- destruction.

Satish Verma

Confessional Gist

It triggers a violence-
reciting your name. O unknown
when will you be liberated?

From where the solace
will come? Cannot love painlessly from
the smell of the scented poems?

Suffering is same. You
may come from any path.The queer
reception is for an immortal song.

Satish Verma

The Cobwebs

An abandoned smile on
your face was inviting a hurricane.
What was the logic in the air?

Something was wrong in
earth's rotation. Words are the same
The letters are not changing the place.

Anxiety wears the sparks.
Between you and I the pause was
making space. Poems are searching new home.

Satish Verma

No Insult

Equality in suiciding.
Who wants to live in your world like
Dante. Enemies don't care to die.

The mob will not go to
god to seek justice. When the surgeon
dies, the patient stands up.

It pierces the heart.
What about the hand which does not
follow the mind. Blood will not touch the needle.

Satish Verma

My Blue Valley

In the valley of love
how would you survive, O fading
moon? You gave me the pain of night.

A firebrand has written
something indelible to ignite the blaze
of separation and withdrawal.

Bloom hour, the bud shouts.
Your smile is like a jasmine nailed on black
wall. My adoration of a fairy was super.

Satish Verma

Unflappable

Unflinching I was
going to ask "Are you going to
break the bread with me?"

It was me. Contagious.
You were impaled. Making history
in this fractured era.

Bidding farewell to me,
money was polishing the pitch,
Only fire was generating the ash.

Satish Verma

Perceiving Love

True lies always win.
Clairvoyance? Friends of body?
Domain of dragons? I hear you in sleep.

Be a tiger, not a goat.
Your birthmark was increasing daily.
Legacy of crossing claps?

The silk curtain falls.
Pause will hold the rowing moon
till arrival of the prophet.

Satish Verma

Poem Nocturne

You love yourself without
tongue, when you hear the voices
of timeless queer. To who you will kiss?

I don't' flaunt belonging.
Why you want to show the postscript.
Nature will find you one day.


Way before you had come
in my eyes, I had ignited the love
to become supernova. Legacy leaves the imprint.

Satish Verma

In Oneness

Why your mystique was
not changing in the war of pygmies
during the last dinner of caravan.

Why don"t you feel that
time has not given you a chance
to commit the suicide against the god?

Do not bring the epilogue
before blackness comes under the eyelids.
God will crucify for last humour.

Satish Verma

In Wintering Pain

You disappear in your
looking glass, when sun rises in the glass
of water. The mystic pain becomes moon.

A silken body inhaled
the salt from the red rock. You will
climb blood stairs of predators.

Alone I stand on the
crumbling leaves making pathetic sounds
of summer's melting green love.

Satish Verma

Words Are Becoming Mute Birds

Not a single word in
twilight, lighting a lamp for the
departing sun, a lump of throat.

The world in your fist,
but you cannot kill a honeybee.
The pyramid climbs down from the sky.

Every night, you cross the
water of your eyes to catch the fireflies
of a burning garden, I will not sing.

Satish Verma

Did You Invent You

Rewording the draft of
committing suicide like blackbirds
falling from trees on street light.

Severe pain unwraps the
tragedy of closing the door on the moon,
as a bombshell strikes the bed.

The cat dies on the terrace.
Bright stars dim. Sunflowers will
marry with burning pyre.

Satish Verma