Did you go in Shock?

It pounds, when dust
sleeps, a song of wind starts.
The falcon eyes wait for the kill.

The wheel was not
moving on the blood road beyond
the swirling desires.

It goes too far, the
promise of rising from ashes
after the perceptive pain beautifies.

Satish Verma

Shrine was Beautiful

A nude ascends to
become a Venus. On the street of
temple beasts drink marigolds.

Seething you have
consumed the flawless truth. Now
indigenous pain stabs in back.

The master killers are
on the terrace. They will put you
in exile. Artists are catching stones.

Satish Verma

Night is Done

I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.

Sitting on a rainbow you
send the wolves to catch the rabbits.
Butterflies are happy to fly away.

You will come to rescue me,
when the king cobra raises his head.
But I was ready to sip the venom.

Satish Verma

Buddha is Reappearing

The real you comes on the
tip toe. It blows the mind. What was that?
A thought? Things are happening.

The fog is rising. You
didn't warn me. I was standing
a candle in the wind.

It would happen. I will
ask you to do makeup. We are
talking of the integrity of dying.

Satish Verma

Walking in Leafless Garden

O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.

Here, there where will be
you, if I give you a call of my dominion?
My jasmines are asking to bloom.

The legends are pouring in.

Time heals old wounds to make
new. My future always gets ready.

Satish Verma

Not Questioning

God is not present. Don't
quit the blue sky. The last star
of my eye will stand for burning moon.

Cannot bid you adieu.
I have to change my world. This
September I will light the lamps in a storm.

Memory reminds me of the
genocides. As I like, it gives me a
mystic reply. I will wait for the end.

Satish Verma

Annoyed and Resentful

My age don't stop
me to meet the god. You make a space
between you and sky. Amen!

I am tiny. Not covert.
Beeng enabler. I want to become
a nebula. Dust and water.

Not sedated. I stand like
the ruins of angkor. Stiff and half -green.
The midnight kitchen will knead the pains of life.

Satish Verma

I Place My Hand on Your Head

It is the apocalypse. My
poems are uncovered. There is
no difference between man and the beast.

The armageddon wakes me.
In palm deserts the flowers are not
the same. Predators are appearing.

Tear-washed faces have
become turtles. Blind and deaf.
Do you hear the sad violin?

Satish Verma

In My Sadness

Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.

Violence mesmerizes you
to indigo. What kind of a gene turns
you into an animal for blood rhythm.

It is evening from
house to house. Under the fading
sunlight. I will invite Venus.

Satish Verma

Release from Pains

In my void one day, I placed you
on the mantle, O Buddha, give me the peace
of love. I was upset to see you sad.

One by one the pains
come. The fruits ripen and fall in winds.
There is nothing left to remember.

A happy death turns
black. You were chained with poems.
to stop the time's revenge.

Satish Verma

Imitation

Fragile. Are you going to
change the bed? Buddha watches.
He says, let's die together.

White gowns. Am I in
a hospital? My journey will
start in a few days to confront the god.

Twelve inches of rain will
submerge the floating Deity in
river of blood. A precious gem is lost.

Satish Verma

The World and You

Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the
desert, what was left in the brain.

On the other side of life,
would you accept the god leaving
the temple, and the destruction starts ?

When it is raining, I will
ask ,what mirrors in you ?You
were not ready to live in hell.

Satish Verma

Not Pure as Roses

My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you
tell me your history of fall?

The questioner fails to
put up the right questions. You were
inquisitive, but I was not understood.

Why does the hate develop between
the words and the meanings? I suffer
when I am numb. You suffer to open your mouth.

Satish Verma

Nobody is Safe From Fire

Not easy to write off life.
Let me go whole. Was it a striptease
of knowledge? Where are the saints?

My averted pains boil.
We are so small. Wingless. It is time to
pray. Is it a Tiananmen moment?

I got nothing in paying
the debt. But I come at par with the
god. I am going to live in a barn.

Satish Verma

Are We Going to Survive?

Why grass was ravaged?
Genocide scrambles. I want to
witness the critique of history.

The kindle hour is gone
I was brutally killing the chance. What
would you do with your black pain?

Sun slams the tall trees.
Why were roots coming out in
moon to define virginity and beyond.

Satish Verma

No Outsiders

You sacrifice me for the
hidden cause of self-destruction.
This age group creates carnage.

The jailor sleeps. I have
failed to stop the moonless night
for an owl's pilgrimage to execute the doves.

The hounds lick the cosmic
hand. Whose integrity is invincible
in the light of black sun?

Satish Verma

My Sonic Poem

Do not go hither and thither,
living in the mirrors. I had been beguiled
in the hands of the tailors of love.

Your slanted eyes listen to
my song going beyond the words.
I will repair my shirt with pain.

Why were you walking with
pageant of broken legs. The
road has many curves, reaching fall.

Satish Verma

Why Do You Think of Sins?

Unlearned, I will not change
my invincible trust in me of microgravity,

Can there be recovery to think
again after the concussion given by a wall ?

Why do I think of a blind man, the moon was
behaving like Dante. I am still rubbing my hands.

O my grief, nobody dares to
drink the water of a burning sea.

The boy doesn't want to marry a
teacup in the shadow of a volcano.

Satish Verma

Primordial Legend

It was your demureness.
You want to go nomadic. I am sitting
under a sacred fig to understand humans.

A quarter moon throws
light on the half-broken wall to reflect
the mood of a run away river of tears.

I want to know the
meaning of indelible blood spots
on the forehead of an unmarried sun.

Satish Verma

In exodus how far lives the god?

Half -said, put all the years
in a cup of pain and drink the tears.

For ever love, your last song
was going to meet my soul once again.

There are many hands but
no heart. Ask the king for peanuts.

A damper carried the blood
of the undying victims of the avalanche.

Why do you hide from the abuses.

Satish Verma

Stings Go Deep

Invoke your god.
It is difficult to stand alone,
Only puppets come to make a crowd.

As the Icebergs burn,
I collect the roses. I write your
name daily and then forget myself.

How green was my
love, O Almighty Why to walk on
the tightrope to prove my integrity.

Satish Verma

Do Not Trouble Me

Impact of love
minute - to-minute overwhelms,
when divinity intervenes.

A distant pain fires
and breaks from the past, in late
sun. I will give you a call.

A headless ghost walks
on a runaway. In lotus lake red
water spreads the salt of human skin.

Satish Verma

I Am Lost

Pariah. Are you ready to take
revenge? You send credible hits.

Doing Violence to roses. Don't
remove the thorns. The moon bleeds .

Bare-foot I walk towards the
god, without the temple. You bring bricks,

O my angel your wings look
dirty. The stings will stop you eating dust.

You will not fly now. Sky was
turning red. Sun was shaking head.

Satish Verma

Green And Red

So much to think
of infidelity at the edge of
yesteryear living in a broken home.

All my poetry comes
out to recite elegy for the unspoken
tragedy. It was tumultuous..

Skeletons start working.
Was it dysmorphia? To revive the
narcissism? I drop the blood.

Satish Verma

No Preface

My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..

New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?

I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.

Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.

The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.

Satish Verma

My Scars Were Red

Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.
Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?

Ozena? What do you smell? The day
burns, night cries. A robust reprisal appears.

Do not wail Destruction has come.
It was rapid. The world has swallowed my poems.

The jasmines are drying now.
Did your answer turn blue?

Why did you lead me to lotus lake? Was
it the loss of cranium. There was no water.

Satish Verma

Misty Memories

Grey air. I will come to myself, igniting
the fire. When will be ground reality known?

Standing on the cusp of pain.
It was not a legitimised, valorused decision.

When you will leave the things as
they are. I tossed the new born thoughts.

Great walls were crumbling
unfolding the ugly ephemeral cults.

Who gnaws my poems? Don't search
my unuttered words for your maturation.

Satish Verma