Truth Was Introvert

Tethered to the Bo tree,
first I see you, then I don't. Silence was
my strength between you and me

Water in water gives you
a mirror of greying heart in heart. that
never stops the beat even after death.

Can you sing in pain?
The blood blocks the voice of god
birthing in the twilight of my faults.

Satish Verma

Bridge Collapses

I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.

Rowing in the circles.
Ambivalent? Was there a love constant?
Stay as a poet I ask the moon.

It was explicit. Insane flesh?
Why do you hold on in the dark. The
pain does not go, curdling fear.

Satish Verma

Daring To Extinguish

Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.

The light sits on the
wall, to see the ash coated world,
living in black holes.

See, where we have come
Face masks will help to hide the defeat.
The cauldron was made ready.

Satish Verma

Authenticity

An unknown soldier stood
in dark to welcome the light. This was
not you, a show of power.

Intense pain is on the move
I put away my thinking for good.
I become only an observer.

We were at the edge of space
in sequenced embers. God has come
between us in the azure.

Satish Verma

Worth a Stroke

Segregation between roses
and jasmines was a mega pain. Bad
bones had left the footprints of blood.

Follow the truth, I assume
but life is very short to prove the
validity if you offer your blood to a hungry fish.

The day was very dark,
The sun was wobbling. From the darkness
light will come back ripping the wall.

Satish Verma

Why Some Roses Are Black

Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.

I had decided to remove
my thumbs. World was going to
win to burn the books for a cult.

The author sits quietly.
Smiles at poison in milk. Why does she
want to play with the asps like Cleopatra?

Satish Verma

Beside My Talent

This was paradise.
I will meet death in life and you
will find life in death.

No one was legal.
I am writing a poem on fire. My
earth explodes when truth cries.

The kiss of the moon was
short lived. I stood on the burning
boat to slap the sea.

Satish Verma

You Were Within Me

Halving my agony
was a guffaw. The hero of poetry
becomes a king of mercy.

Tears have started drying
up on cheeks. Someone wants to steal
you from me. History of pain drops.

The pilgrim's bones stand
erect in the sliding mud of hate. The
vengeance will be a wreath of flowers.

Satish Verma

From Thoughts To Thoughts

A breathless call was
from white sky, who was the first
poet of this wobbly world?

Do not avail the sedition
in this poor land. The legacy of the moon
does not want to flood the meanings.

Wheat color of the
temples want to follow the burning
sun to take away our differences.

Satish Verma

Trying To Become Whole

Though it is always
summer between us, I will mend
the broken heart, under grey clouds.

Why the midnight landscape.
looks beautiful? The lonely eyes blink
to identify the shadows.

I will love you too
long. O God, why I remained
unchanged, the blood changes the color.

Satish Verma

My Religion Sinks

This was the abduction of god.
You were shedding your plumage.
My Ars Poetica is showing the nude moon.

Visiting Lesbos once, you
filled the heat in your hands. You called
to murder the most innocent.

Sylvia Plath was broken.
The pungent smell was coming from
burning verses. You never asked for the blood game.

Satish Verma

I Select Limited

An unborn poem wants
a name to make a poet of me
to discover the black truths.

To lacerate, the moon was
running shirtless. Why was there
devastation of culture. religion and morality?

What was the merit of
karma? You were digging the farm land
to bring out all the grave sins.

Satish Verma

Not My Philosophy

When words die, I
wake up the pain. There was no
need of any elegy. A timeless scream rises.

We make faces. The
quest for the name begins. How not
to die after becoming wiser than god.

Your slanted smile makes
you real. No wish for any mirror. The
makeup is for the temple.

Satish Verma

Lightning Strikes

Let me go alone to
meet the blameless, carrying a
pride flag remaining untouched.

True sequestered
under the shade of a fig tree, to die
or not to die. The crushed moon lies by side.

An abject recovery of
youthfulness, unshakable crotch.
ready to jump in a turbulent river.

Satish Verma

Creeping Dresses

Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.

Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.

I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. O my god, I am
collecting years to become sage.

Satish Verma

Last Confrontation

For me the future will
not come. After the assassination no
pain was left. Blood had many debts to pay.

Not day all night, I was
knitting a sweater for the moon ,who
had been singing for me.

Flowering of the pangs explodes.
Creation of a new epic begins. After

Satish Verma

Alpha Beta Gamma

A one hundred rupee
note was floating in the air over the
heads of running people.

The dust mark was expecting
a kiss. There would be a smooth descent.
A nippling future is unborn.

I cannot collect the words.
Lambda was rising. Alone in the rose garden
I set the butterflies free. Don't cut your wrist.

Satish Verma

Trauma Versus Birthmark

Flesh of my poems
was my marker's bread. The skin of the sun
covers the bruised body of the moon.

Your belly was taut. I am
searching the button of life's shirt.
You will not come out of the snow.

Circles always surrender
to straight lines. Something has
broken me. I start writing again.

Satish Verma

Amnesia Lives

To carry back the legacy
you stand like the sea horse in silent
water. Who made this plasma?

You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
relationship to kill each other.

Crisp and dry, the lips
of violet flames were always making ashes.
The color of the rusted home becomes blood.

Satish Verma

Delivery Of Cargo

These are resting tremors.
Inquisition has started from door to door.
The owls synchronize the conversions.

I was very thirsty but not
dehydrated to escape from the
talons of the golden eagle.

Do You like Lambda's
entry?. Do you need a lasso? Would
you run like buffalo or sit like a soaked feline?

Satish Verma

In Ancient Fire

We have come very
near to each other. The drums are ready
to go, before our assassination.

Like primitive Neanderthals,
I am carving a lined pictograph
of sobre thoughts on Hibiscus.

The solitude in haze
still calls you. The raw and burning
hurts are blood loving on the moon.

Satish Verma

My Invisible Woes

When you undress before
yourself, a smell of the presence
spreads. The cow was on fire.

The panther will not
move. Scars would not bleed but pain
persists. Fear and anxieties wash.

I need quietness. Howling
of wolves stops. I am blue drunk.
White papers will not spit.

Satish Verma

Ash In Eyes

Why don't you come out of
your pain to heal your granite. Do you
think a triangle of love can be made?

The bread tastes bitter.
The rotten pears fall to become pink in the
dark season. Night was donating earthen lamps.

Come back to the bonfire.
Squirrels were hungry. No nuts to break
the teeth. Moon was yawning.

Satish Verma

My Personal Tragedy

An occult feeling comes.
You measure the weight of words.
And stand taller than victory,

To remain troubled, I
suffer. Want to read your writing
in my hands. You want to die and live.

Don't need any kindness.
My lovebirds are in cages making
lot of noises. Game of love will never be over.

Satish Verma

Hierarchy

Sometimes your face
disappears. Gods were nowhere.
My plight was to unknow myself.

A grudge beats the water.
Cannot Ignite your opus. Pasteur-
ization was always incomplete.

You eat the limbs of
argument, to spurt the blood.
I cannot hear the blast any more.

Satish Verma

You Know How To Bleed

Would we survive tomorrow?
Crossing a line, to find the dried bones.
Are you upset? Bells will not toll.

I have worn many shields.
No birthday Can you give me a reward?
Milk was no more our weapon.

It is not possible to remain
human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
of heart have started drying up.

Satish Verma

You Will Not Smell Poison

This world is not going
to change the capricious hands of
rulers. Don't think a lot. Let the fever rise.

Can you move away
from your death? It is inconsolable.
A bewitching effect is sighted.

A queer probe starts of.
the fight between mirrors and scorpions.
Ask for water hemlock. Nothing appears.

Satish Verma

Under The Neem Tree

You will not let go
the proximal scream, from the milky
way lacerated in moonlight.

In dystopia the undying
pain feeds my poems. Aspiration sits
on your lips to be inhaled.

The hands shut my
eyes. Can you remove the boundaries?
Cried you one day, cried me one day.

Satish Verma