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