Extraordinary

I recognized your face
and looked at the moon. You don't
have any rival in this world.

How do I explain to you
why I die daily? I need so
many legs to reach you.

'Why do you love me?' I
asked. 'To destroy you,‘ You said,
and walked away on water.

Satish Verma

In Patron Box

The moon was shrinking,
I have arrested myself in a cuban
spider's net to sew the windows.

A distinctive fall. This
is an extraordinary time in search of
a new answer paradigm, of a lost love.

The solace was reluctant
to come when you open the door to bring
peace in the dark to accept mortal care.

Satish Verma

God, What is Your Real Name?

My pain has universality.
I don't remember my name.
My poems live in the roses.

Falling short in the eyes
of the sun? I will smear the ash on my
forehead. Love will not immigrate.

Was it a revolution?
Getting there to jump in a volcano
to burn the future. Take away all my shadows.

Satish Verma

My Precious Jewel

Signs are appearing
again for the emotional turn. The
testosterone proves the nostalgia.

Emotive you sleep on the
grass and your eyes are gouged by
the sun. Death by thousand stings.

Let us find some space
between us. You will survive like
Sappho. A Lesbos is created by me.

Satish Verma

Anguish Of Scars

Did you ever touch a god?
There is god's matter, I want to believe.
Flesh eats flesh. Don't stop it.

Your words always freeze
in silent air. I have a deal. There is presence.
You can feel a face unknown.

You can understand me
like Einstein. You can play with the
sorrow of the moon's death.

Satish Verma

Holy Tree Crying Earth

Do you see it, if
an ocean of love starts disappearing,
your voice embarks on lingering.

Thinking about the fall
of humanity, what do you suggest?
Everyone is god living in a grand temple.

What is the value of
truth? Your face sparkles in holiness.
I had broken a long time away.

Satish Verma

Leaving The Steps

What milk you are?
Why go adrift? We will sink together.
I am writing in minuscule amounts.

Don't you feel strength in
your weakness. It is very difficult to be
human. I don't try to forgive myself.

In still life there is
law of return. Your gusty winds
take away my bargains.

Satish Verma

Dead Architecture

My dissent grows. Moon
was still far away from my poems. A
savage atmosphere, You need celtic saint.

Will the dawn appear?
A dysplasia. The bird looks blind.
A blue jay? Will you bet on death?

Life has become an
Agave. Rosette of strong fleshy leaves.
Water inside no flowers bloom.

Satish Verma

Two Small Eyes

Still the blood flows.
like the smoke. the words fly away.
You have taken away my peace.

I need a tiger poem.
You will not share your hidden
pain. Are you a fugitive god?

You cannot change the
world. The hedgehogs would not
alter the neighbourhood of snakes.

Satish Verma

Waves

In the forlorn-hope the
ash on forehead, sacrificing my
pain, I will find my poem.

To stop the killing of
my land. In my chest lives a small
Buddha. You went a little too far.

To heal the scourging
bruises. Why do you lower the watch?
Earth has many enemies waiting.

Satish Verma

I Write Blood

Do not suppress the
natural fountain. Lift the right
words to describe your heart.

Can you move without
consciousness? It must be human. Inside
your head something goes round and round.

You were anxious for
the missing pulse. Drop the meaning
of Hibiscus for its flower power.

Satish Verma

I See In Dark

The whole world was in
your tears. I must read it. Lest
you can commit suicide.

The innocence will not
break. Moral sense will not rise. I want
to bring the leopards of love.

Give me a snow rose
It has blood spots. My fever is going up
to take a dip in moon's lake.

Satish Verma

No Mercy Today

Not any blood between
eagle and raven, who was very
intelligent? Can you tell?

You love, love like
a floating moon in my eyes. Why
so many questions by sins?

Hey, death maker
listen. If you jump from the
hilltop, I will not save you.

Satish Verma

Immaculate

This calm love like sea,
implodes. The nightmare haunts
you. Why do you want to destroy yourself?

Half man walks like a
candlestick. No flame. Sweetheart
clings you, not to follow the path of violence.

Where is the fearless muse?
The mirror will break. In the last scene.
Nobody wants to die for the moon.

Satish Verma

Paralyzed Words

He who turns back
to bear the brunt of trajectory
finds a mysterious foul play.

Slanting down, I feel
that everyone was muzzled. I
will ask the stars to shut down.

All desires have become
wants. And anonymous hurts convert
into scars of unhappy life.

Satish Verma

In House Of Criminals

When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.

End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?

Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?

Satish Verma

A Virgin Grieves

There was something
metaphysical. Nostalgia? A dumb
pain comes on the surface.

Was Existential love
important? An architect has fractured
designs. A fossil wants to embrace me.

Captive thoughts will
revolt. You want to find yourself.
I will drink Yerba Santa.

Satish Verma

You Were Very Tall

When you touch the
moon, my body sings. On the skeleton
of the ficus leaf I will draw your face.

The horror comes home
not Homo sapiens. De novo at delta
I will catch homophobia.

How long was the age
of a tyrant? Something slips from my hand.
What was the message of blood?

Satish Verma

The Fabulous Dream

O delta time you don't
walk with me. Will you define
yourself in a jungle of words?

I am sad. This world
is too much. I can not read
the unreadable. Poems will kill.

The believers die under
a canopy. After the war, the religions
fail to save humanity.

Satish Verma

Illusion

You were not there when,
taking a nap, I kissed your hands.
But the other pain comes back.

By giving away my
flesh-I become very rich in mirrors
I am different in every image.

Can you tell me what is
racism, when God was undivided?
I wanted to speak between right and wrong.

Satish Verma

Drowned Faith

Can you walk on the
ocean? The ethereal melodies turn
blue. Green birds are falling.

Can you forgive the
butcher? Who has opened my wounds?
Pain has deep water, throws the years in fire.

The marriage will not
take place in between sun and moon
in open death. Flowers don't plead.

Satish Verma

Let It Go Hollyhock

This was a gamble of
the incarnation taking its first step
with no birthday pain.

A beautiful smile to react
with my voiceless noise, the book
of an unprinted epic of grief.

Your love and my love
of occult embraces. Partition of the
unwritten pride of saga.

Satish Verma

Roses Don't Bleed

To find the end without
beginning. The pebble did not want to
go to sea. I ask the lake why?

Where was the slaughter
house of green truths? Where are the
primroses? We will never find the seeds?

It is all fake, the brotherhood.
Were you drowning the ships loaded
with bodies of the polished nobodies.

Satish Verma

Human Mind

Roaming in twilight
till the moon rises. You do not want to
discover the pain of self analysis.

Finding answers without
questions. The arrival was late and
your knowledge was becoming dangerous.

The sky looks for the
next Buddha to experiment
with the diagnosis of morality.

Satish Verma

Standing Before The Mirror

Becoming the truth. Humans
are made. Very difficult agenda. Sedition
throws the fugitives. Where are pastors?

I will develop a liaison with
hornets, collecting the stings for analogy
of a black moon in distress.

Will you live in my
heart though the blood. The caterpillars.
are crawling, very hungry.

Satish Verma

Soldiers In Line

Even darkness has the
eyes. Will you sleep unmasked at
night to meet god on fire?

Marginalized manslaughter.
We should know the pathless truth of
days unknown. Time bites time.

The priest and the fish
were swimming. There was no end
of water coming from the eyes.

Satish Verma

Rotating Eyes

I was trying to mend
my mutilated poems without you.
Sometimes a nimble hand hurts.

When you cheat on the
truth. I knew you were not made of
same element like me.

Age has caught up with
my pains. I cannot revolt against
true love. Beauty is always cruel.

Satish Verma

A River In Your Eyes

Some tears sit awkwardly
on your upper lip, telling a story. Can you
divide the space by a sword?

My mind flies like
a golden eagle, like also tender leaves of
weeping willow fly without wind.

Let colloquy start. I
have kept my poems in place. You send
only pistillate flowers.

Satish Verma