In Temperature

You were my mistake, O god
The road doesn't open now.

My hands cannot reach
to catch the salvo of anonymity

The pain differs from the flesh
Untouched, unbroken and stubborn.

You smell like jasmine.
The blood enfolds the injuries.

An ambush takes a violent turn.
You know who commands the wishes.

Satish Verma

Studying Life

What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real ? Peace will never come.

If you are virtual, I
will become a truth. The horizon
plants the moons one by one.

We are crazy. Running
again after the triangle, clefted by
the voices of sharp knives.

Satish Verma

I Write With Red Ink

A cat crosses a bridge
alone. Moon looks down to find
the river. Ducks were holding the boat.

Who wants to return to
equity or brutality? Fear and
uncertainty cast the future.

Sand waves bring reprisal.
Divides the hearts. Your paradigm invites
perjury. I am going to ignite the flames.

Satish Verma

Everything Is Black

I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns

Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .

The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and kill the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.

Satish Verma

Poetic Justice

Exiled. Walking on rope.
Priceless life. Pain unyielding.I
never expected to flee water.

Why do men personalize?
The moon is divided by the tall trees.
Memory collects the leaves.

A stunning rise, You
are building yourself brick by brick.
The perseids will come verbatim.

Satish verma

Suffering Was Right

Dividing the sand
hill you urge the moon to undress.
The partition of serenity will decide love.

The agony turns with
moonlight. Coming to simplicity
it has made worse of pierced feet.

Expansionism tries
to crumble the architect of gothic
politics. Invisible fate was calling again.

Satish Verma

Compromised

Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre
of blood river returns suddenly.

The consistent failure
brings the dewy tears. Tell me--was it
writing on the threadbare body of pain.

Ah a dust song comes
from a comet's tail. A thunderstorm
has a hole. It is the eye of the grim reaper.

Satish Verma

To Dying Muse

I tried to sleep
under the sun at night. From moon
to moon summoning the pains.

Someone wants to cut
the clouds. I was indebted to darkness.
Blue light comes to kiss me.

The witch-hazel wails.
Let the blood flow from the eyes
of crying earth. Do you listen?

Satish Verma

It Is Getting Dark

Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.

Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.

What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.

Satish Verma

You Deceive Yourself

Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.

The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.

Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.

Satish Verma

Noiseless Murder

I stand in middle
of water and juxta pose the days.
Words come and go. Havens beefed.

Who bargained the faux pas?
Don't dismantle my dream world. I have
reached the edge of dying child of god.

No complaints. It is raining.
Blood is buried in the greens. I
don't doubt the integrity of the failure.

Satish Verma

I Go Outside Me

Supernova of love.
The black light. Was it a biographical
trauma to pay the respect way too far?

Beyond the truth, was
I there? I need not hunt the
gods to show me the human tragedy.

Is it the necessity to
follow the eternal faults? Wouldn't
become a subject to understand life.

Satish Verma

Silver Moon

What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not
what you are. That was Arte Povera?

When violence erupts
you won't stand like praying mantis,
waiting for a self portrait in an innocent pause?

As like Cleopatra, you
suspend in air like a hummingbird
asking, what would be the next terror without blood?

Satish Verma

I Was Unknown

Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.

Like fawns in a blood
room. I don't know how to treat
life, when you are impersonal.

The art of annihilation
is known to everyone. Naked as blue
whale. The sea horse always stands.

Satish Verma

My Vision

I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten,
becomes a myth. My innocent body.

More pain, more longing.
Words without ink are printed
on your face. Now a kiss.

Once upon the dilemma was
to search for the last truth. You wanted
to give away your beautiful song.

Satish Verma

The Walls Are Rising

I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly
I have exhausted my thoughts.

Midnight syndrome begins.
The salt of my lips had disappeared.
A cruciform face hangs in the air

IS this inertia of the brain?
I am conscious of the yellow moon.
Howling of the wolves will start.

Satish Verma

At The Edge Of Life

Simple hearted priest
asks me to stay dead. The mystery
of living in the eyes of God is unveiled.

One day words would stop.
Then you find the killer was killed and the
suffering of living would exist ever.

The point of observation
has no observer. The mode of revert
living gives you eternal peace.

Satish Verma

Condemned To Live In Dark

This life has sunk
too low. You want to go in disguise
after the hawk disheveled.

Your memories will not
sleep. The child in you wakes up
at every bell. The weaver dozes off.

Shoreline is far off. Blood
tastes like water. Socrates wants to
pay the debt before he drinks hemlock.

Satish Verma

The Pain Outlives

In a charred house of
love, I smell night-scent and I
wonder, if hazy moon will ever look down.

Why don't we meet
if marigolds go on rampage. You
go mental without any face.

It was an analogy.
You walked with me in the dark to
reach the bonfire of stars.

Satish Verma

No Questions

You were trying to become
the truth Can I become a god of stones?
It was a clear faith in Satan.

Who sends the black
magic to turn a man into religion?
I have my own words to translate.

There was a quarrel between
moon and the Bodhi tree. Only the shadow
of the Bo tree bleeds, when you kill the moon.

Satish Verma

Who Was Disappearing?

In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.

The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.

It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.

Satish Verma

Question Of Existence

It was a massive
ejection. When you bring the doors, the
walls fell. Assassin's will start shooting.

Beyond the landscape.
The devastation begins, but the black
and white remains impregnable.

You cannot take your
Life without the witness of water. Let
the fire burn one's own palace.

Satish Verma

Give Me Some

Space You walk in my poems
to catch the fireflies in twilight.
Jasmines were eager to find the prodigy.

The quest begins for a
kill between you and me. The uncertainty
was to think or not to think.

The concept of fear has
no background. The faith forgets
a truth. I will meet you in silence.

Satish Verma

Being and Unbeing

Human factor. You will
always say, I don't know. Why the
variant descent was pointless.

You are blind with your
open eyes. This is full liberation
from the cooing of doves.

A toothless child learns
the truth of lies and laughs at the
mendacious pain. Art of fleeing?

Satish Verma

You Have Not Put The Love In Place

A lone wound and a
silent sorrow. Where the fugitive will
go? The migratory moon wants to stay.

Trying to remember how
to die under a Bo tree like Buddha.
The wolves sit down to wait.

Not yet the door has opened.
The direction of collapsed dreams leads
to the nailed path in the woods.

Satish Verma

The Storm In Sea

Why are you in snow-clad
to see the talking of flowers. The present
time has become revengeful.

Let the darkness come in.
You will search the light in the eyes
of flying, blind golden eagles.

I am not in a hurry to
meet the end. I have to clear a lot
of debts out of the blue. Let the judgment start.

Satish Verma

It Happens To Me Only

My words float in
air. Your pulse moves very fast like
chirping crickets. We must mate in metaphysics,

Half-truths prevail and rule.
O my god save me. I cannot swim
in the boiling river of melting mount.

How far is the peace?
After the terrible pain of questions
the actual comes and goes in tears.

Satish Verma