To Fill the Void

There was reverse sorrow.
Wayfinding in the bones lives the
spirit, for eternity of love.

Amnesia, it appears like a
bliss. Between pause and memory
blazes the third eye of the interface.

There were some answers
open ending. Absolutely there were no
questions to dig out the truth.

Satish Verma

Luminous Grass

My silence was a bloodbath.
On the paper you were my ink. The truth
retreats. I am still unknown to me.

O millennial you will
discover yourself after the termination
of attachment. There is no limit of pain

I want to lose everything.
I will hold your hand and say nothing.
Let there be no light. I will see you in the dark.

Satish Verma

Understanding Violence

The hypersonic death.
How long will this thing live ? I was
thinking of anointing you with emeralds.

When the lightning strikes
the bougainvillea, my instincts rise
with impunity. A doe gives a dance

When I stare at the moon,
he explodes like a whale, and I want
to taste the blood. Body leaves for the sun.

Satish Verma

Outsider's Dust

Being alone it was a sacred
crime. Migrant words had reached
terranova. Heart-wrenches begins.

Will there be resurrection
of heritage? Riding an eagle a black-
bird was doing nothing to reach anywhere.

I will communicate to you
my infinity of pain. The spiders
would never leave the webs.

Satish Verma

Two Faces are not the Same

My lips will speak.
No access was denied to go in water.
In silent light the moon was nipped.

Were you alert, where
was time in unlimited thoughts?
I will write with my scary strength.

This static life, you
always carry death to meet god.
Who will maneuver your boat?

Satish Verma

Why Monocracy

What was tyranny, if there
were no tears. The stranger lures you
to beehive, how they protect ethnicity.

The tarentula has another
tricks to peel off the skin of your lips
to create chaos to shut your mouth.

You are walking in a dark
tunnel, fractured and hungry.
Who will find the path of love in moonlight?

Satish Verma

No Answers

Heart simmers. Life would
never be the same. The perception
of pain moves with the quivering moon.

Everything was not real.
I don't want to become something.
You deceive yourself to become me.

Who was not, now rules ?
Humanity suffers. Sense of perception
will never be complete. I disappear.

Satish Verma

In Unconsciousness

It was a curved truth.
Handmade but flawed, cannot give
a gloss to the waning garden.

Half-eaten thistle was
not sufficient. The hunger pain
was of no interest after death.

Take away my love index.
Homo sapiens are going in reverse.
I will weaponize my muse.

Satish Verma

Under the Skin

Theories rattle. In question
and answer, you catch the words
and I will float them in tears.

Light was very dim. My
kismat. Some faceless truths cry.
You cannot retrieve the wishbone from blood

Right and wrong will sit on
fire. The porous heart bleeds. But
sadness was dented by the moon.

Satish Verma

Democracy Drifts

Enunciating, standing
at the edge, you want to touch the centre.
You will have to drink the milk of cobra.

Fold the papers. The moon
has nothing to do with solemnizing
your marriage with a tree.

Each fresh rose is placed
at your door to celebrate the coronation
of a lost princess in the Himalayas.

Satish Verma

Who Slays the Earth?

This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My virgin pain and
suffering were indigenous.

I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.

Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.

Satish Verma

Poem on Thorns

We are family. Ask
yourself. Pain and cognizance burn
in cauldrons. Hazy eyes.

I know you cannot stand in
flames like Casabianca. Any angel
will ever drop? Were you a pure lamb?

Why did you divide the
love? To remain unbowed before the
surging black clouds?

Satish Verma

My Power was Love

Will not inaugurate the
pain of truth for blood. Whether eyes
or the moon, I won't have a standoff with the sky.

What would have prescience to
kill the twilight. Dream merchant was not my
oracle. I will keep licking my wounds

A marbled affair. I
will dig the grave with a golden shovel.
The hybrid has brought a broom.

Satish Verma

Phobia and Love

I am watching myself.
Life is not the same. It is dented.
The mental peace is cracking.

Am I racist, the god
said in sleep, as if in terminal pain.
Who made the humans. I won't think.

What was your grief?
I wanted to know from a dying myth.
The resilience has failed against the blood.

Satish Verma

Forced to Return

Can you unlock the
mystery of a woman's mind or a serial
killer? It was a gentle pain of the moon.

The pilgrim walks
gingerly in nostalgia towards the
god's cave. You recall a beautiful face.

Sunlight peels off the skin.
Dementia tries to remember your
name, Your dark lips start speaking deep.

Satish Verma

Manic Poems and the Mad Genius

Stair and well are between, death
and kissing a viper. You are walking
in the shadows, feeling a chilling thought.

It gives you a pause. In your pockets
there are empty hands. Your glacier face
is not melting in the hot sun.

suo moto, there is anti-love
content. You start an algorithm. Stone
and water always live together.

Satish Verma

The Dew has Covered the Grass

Nothing is left to speak.
You want to try to see the truth.
Forget to stay near the salt lake.

It is not easy to swallow
the green wounds. Hereafter in stolen love
the silence will have a loud sound.

Pearls roll from the eyes after the
heartbreak. You don't want to play the
guitar. It will wake up the spirit.

Satish Verma

Unfold the Questions

My old truths prevail.
I want to confront your denials. You
wil never love universality.

It becomes an inferno.
The necessity of present times. You
can talk, talk your whole life. God sleeps.

My weird images swim. The
beggars wouldn't love occult and mystic
life. Your hands will remain full.

Satish Verma

It Sparks in Eyes

Between psycho and a fakir,
did you say, there was a divine voice.
My green valley is losing the golden moon.

Scrapped, unseen was your life.
Who says death matters. A ghost walks with
me to listen to the immortal suffering.

This was a ritual memory.
orbiting two suns. You were trying
to see through the spiritual eye.

Satish Verma

To Invite the Courage

Was it a sacrilege to
to die inch by inch. There was once
a divestment, I will not divide the body.

In old times worked a middle
passage. Now the state-craft develops
an embolism, while searching the path.

Purity versus blood cells. You
wanted some space. There is a mausoleum
which trembles, when you touch it.

Satish Verma

Was There Any Time?

Incendiary crunch,
waiting to bloom. The self- flagellation
meets half-way the virtuous love.

Standing at an edge, was
it impressive? The classroom has dispersed.
We are left to find the truth.

The gamble starts, not
to cringe, placing the hand over the candle
flame to find the factuals.

Satish Verma

Can you Shut the Eyes?

A poem in pain, its
body hurt, demands the price of
death. How long you were awake?

Why was the light
not there? The blue eyes had a
strategic fall. Friend was not a friend.

How a jaguar attacks
biting through the skull, eating away
the brain? You cannot even curse.

Satish Verma

I Watch the Pain Changing

I will survive in your eyes between
the eyelashes, triggering a moment of fusion.
You still do not know my reverie.

In autumn I will offer black berries.
The silence in the temple was very loud. You climb
the windowpane to see the crying moon.

The veins swell on arms and thighs.
From heart to navel the blood explodes. Love was
very intense before the night ended.

Satish Verma

How do you Laugh?

The messenger knocks
on the door, in control of the message.
''Are you ready for self-questioning?''

Digression begins. The
red rains start, with noises. Any hand
of god touches the shoulder of the betrayal.

My last toast spills. I
wait for the waning sun to
enshrine my tabled memories.

Satish Verma

No, Not Me

A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.

Where does the love go
when I seek the sparks? The milk
of eyes breaks into clots without flames.

I bend not to fall,
but to measure the time. Empty
mind is filled with shards.

Satish Verma

Madness of Falling Moon

Undaunted you call me
godfather, my heart. My message in
a storm will reach you one day.

O Marygold my patience
breaks. I was exiled not to come back
burning house of wisdom.

The wax is melting. Light
dims. How can you arrest the sun to
lift the fire for the sake of clouds.

Satish Verma

Was it Right?

No, my love, the sun
always rises after the darkness.
You have a heavenly sense of truth.

Something unusual gives
you inspiration, slicing the moon in
my cup of tea drinking alone.

You once said, it was
more than what I asked. The life picks
up the thread to knit a coat of stars.

Satish Verma

Words Fall Silent

This is not that. I
have come from space to vacuum.
Let us walk together in the dark.

Once I kissed your footprints.
O Buddha, I am not ready to change
my life without you in a hurry.

The suffering has made me
invincible. Only the image guides the road
of cosmos for externality.

Satish Verma

Who was Great?

In dark circles. You
were the target Plato sits at the
door. Socrates starts drinking hemlock.

The pain of orbiting was
very deep. The jasmine smell won't go.
The Ghost's steps were afraid to move.

No bell to ring. In
crystals I catch the red lips of
moon. The blue berries become sweet.

Satish Verma

Curves of Pains

Increased vascularity of
the road less travelled, I have
started liking you again.

Step by step to you, I will
bury the tears of the moon. Once
I will see the bottle of sins.

Viper's eyes are fixed on
me. Digging the shadows of lenses
of shivering truths. I will not escape.

Satish Verma

Not Weeping Poetry

It is almost eerie,
scary too. I have not stopped loving
you. Trying To learn ghost words

I am thinking of writing
Wallace Stevens. The black birds come
and sit on the sill, looking at me.

The abstract pain was
flawless. Ink is black on white
paper of life. There was no blood.

Satish Verma