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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