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