Again Nightmare

It was unreal. Will
not matter. I am still in mode to
accept the lies of distant twilight.

O honey, why the
comb was built in my poems to
sweeten the words hired from pain.

I will not know it for
a while. A face was planted on
your lips. You sing like a nightingale.

Satish Verma

It Was Unthinkable

You break me in four
pieces like a cross. The pause, space
and arrows wait for the red setting sun.

The script was twisted
Death comes before the birth. Power
of mud culture has no vision.

The hypocrisy invokes the
god's hands. I tend to remain
unconscious to dig my foundation.

Satish Verma

I Sing In Dark

Drop a dime, after
you have loved. I am returning
back to my school unflinched.

Euthanasia, you have
been targeted. What is realism
of murdering unasked?

Do not repeat the
same truth. It becomes a lie.
The Moon has been stabbed tonight.

Satish Verma

I Will Not Speak

The talking eyes will -
take revenge. You were a gifted
sufferer of creeping pains.

Your neo-thinking
will come across the first human.
I was unknown to me.

The reprieve comes
to meet the believer. A glimpse
of dying earth makes me blue.

Satish Verma

Who Begins the Truth?

My words are now dying.
Have you any thoughts? Your body
would not obey to kill the signs.

Bring the marigolds. The
darkest moon was coming to be hanged.
I would like to touch him.

In a naked audition,
were you sacrificed? You want to start the
bloody revolution to wake the sun.

Satish Verma

Poem of Unknown

You're ready to take
on. No second hand. Can you make
a decision without voice? A sniper shoots.

Relentlessly I watch
myself. Will forget nothing of
holocaust of what I am.

Ultimately a star hits
the rock. Will you make a
portrait of deceptive truths.

Satish Verma

Pushing Wheelbarrow

When you want to see
through a mirrored fake, lie becomes
truth in broad daylight.

There will be a collective
death after suicidal harakiri Can we
rewrite history? I will ask for milestones.

In the Lilac season. I want
you to walk with me in the dark
to share the stigma of the moon.

Satish Verma

Philosophy of Distance

I allowed you to
trespass the hollow pause.
We have not reached the temple.

Who has understood
life? The myth of survival is in
ignorance. We agree not to agree.

If you can stop the
cloudburst, I will move away
from the cardinal kiss of the viper.

Satish Verma

Protuberance

Voiceless I will leave
everything. I don't carry any wealth
of pain. Creativity bursts in my hand.

Humanities are sold daily.
Cannot stop seeing the victorian
fall. The robots become the governors.

Air was in the words.
Takes revenge for killing peacocks.
The eyes will never forget the kiss of cloudburst.

Satish Verma

About my Poems

I knit the dreams in
your eyes. You draw a line on water.
Art opens the door for love.

What we lose if we catch the
flames between the unspoken words.
Before we part, poems will cry.

What is religion? A
commitment to carry the legacy
of blanks and halves?

Satish Verma

What is Dysphoria?

Compelled to probe.
O life you have defeated me in
the race of love. No vital signs to drink hemlock.

Attitude. Dead but not dead.
Do not rue. Each day it dies at the
sunset to remake the light for blinds.

The gender escapes from
the truth. Wants to become bisexual.
Do you think the sun and moon will sleep together?

Satish Verma

No Hierarchy

Oh god, be a human
and read the book of my pain.
It was different from incarnation

After the accident of
birth, you start covering my bruises.
I was stitching your patches.

Look my truth, I always
follow you to learn you, to teach me,
heal myself and never leave you alone.

Satish Verma

Beheading one Moon

Incendiary. Water
was a charity in the beast temple.
The bells are ringing faintly.

I was always wrong.
Will not correct myself till my
blood boils. Give me the last page.

Who was the final culprit
in the submerged planet? I will be
mending a leaking boat in the dark.

Satish Verma

How will you Walk with Me?

The rapture has an
event. It will happen when the moon
sleeps, and only an ally guards the sun.

The regal game begins. Legs
want security to run to meet the
river of illusions. That brings happiness.

The man will continue with
his nature, to reach the highest
morals. I live alone in the eyes of a dying angel.

Satish Verma

Om Shanti

Crude handling. The matter,
The substance. Pain is same. Things
are slipping out of hands.

You are walking away.
To defer your sympathy, love boils.
Right spellings have wrong words.

You put the tears back
in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your
existence was for carnivores.

Satish Verma

What to Do?

Reaching zero, why
did you go wrong? How will you
ask the dragon not to draw a line for war.

In the fog, I cannot
see the faces of goodness of sculpturing
new arts to communicate.

Nothing is like death.
It can go like in the hands of man.
Did you want to live twice?

Satish Verma

Les Murder

Standing in a lone
corner, I was hearing a muffled voice
coming from under my feet.

I place my ears on
dust. Earth was crying. My time is
over. I want to die.

It was not easy to
die for the truth. This was rare.
A crucifixion for a cause.

Satish Verma

Blue Drinks

Moon reacts when I
hold your hand for a secret pass.
My eyes were always wet.

Pain, tremors, amnesia.
The World was changing very fast.
I will beg for your rebirth.

Money was a brilliant
idea to play in the future. But I was
a loser by betting on me.

Satish Verma

Second Hand

It was the acceptance
of a crime in proxy, living out of
the body. Love beats the god.

What was the ethos
without the words? The skin takes the
responsibility to burn the lamp of eyes.

The virgin pathos comes
again. I cannot live without oratures
I will come out of flames, talk to the moon.

Satish Verma

Sky Was Falling

You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.

A fissured heart
listens to the travesty of truth in dark.
Moon promised but failed to come.

The ruins still have
a charm. A saga comes alive.
The preamble starts life again.

Satish Verma

Why Terminal Love?

How much do you contribute
to the slow death of the sun? Light is
fainting. You grope in a dark pocket.

I calculate your pains.
Ignorance was bliss. The knowledge
makes you weak and small.

I celebrate you in my
poems to understand me in the
jungle of hyenas. I refuse to be a kill.

Satish Verma

Seeking Salvation

I do not want to think.
Don't want to judge. Who am I.
Brooding savagely of death and laughing.

Out of the gloves, the hands
catch the butterflies to write a poem.
The blood dreams. I drop sleep.

Your smile was lethal.
I cannot kiss the moon. It was
cold to receive the hot flame.

Satish Verma

My Impeccable Questions

Dogs are dead.
Wolves are coming. God's anniversary.
You don't meet with me with dignity.

There was a face -off
between lightning and the Buddha tree.
Waiting for the Gautam to come again.

When will the vipers come?
I am indebted to the moon. Tonight
I will drink the hemlock to save you.

Satish Verma

Behind Vanity

Will you taste Strawberry
moon? It will be benediction
unasked for years.

Remember, life had
treated us nicely. But the horizon was
calling you to color the sun.

Where is the god?
A hummingbird tries to find out
by following a caravan.

Satish Verma

Where the Sun Goes?

The rain was knocking
at the door. I was waiting for your
occult arrival for beheading of the roses.

It was a gradual descent
without fall. I heard the silence of
fusion of opposites. Ultimately we melted.

I love someone who can invoke
Agni and water for a lied one on the pyre
for the sale of a god who will not come.

Satish Verma

A Blissful Fall

You can listen to words
laced with meaningless truths.
I will draw your profile in blue.

It comes devastatingly.
The marriage of mind and heart
in democracy of flesh and bones.

People don't love peace.
The excitement comes from wars
between fingers and necks.

Satish Verma

Meeting Sharks

It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?

Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.

The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?

Satish Verma

World is coming to an End?

Will it last, the
deep depression? I will give you
a call, till I am not.

Time to cross the long river
when I come to deliver
the god's truth in your blood.

My eyes wait for it to happen,
in wind or gale. I am riding the
sea, to decipher the depth of tears.

Satish Verma

Our Deviations

It was a civil war between
eyes and hands. Illusion of angels
opened the ground of burning pyres.

I have to find the pause
amid the illusion and delusion,
when the factual nouns alter the truths.

Why does fear enter the
door of judgement? The spirit?
You were forgetting the void.

Satish Verma

Meditate and Kill

Facing first-ever realization.
It is not play-thing. Moons
come and go. I have become a rock

You were far away from
a happy valley of conscious blooms.
Nobody will climb the sun.

Do what you love to do.
There will be no afterwords,
once you receive an exit award.

Satish Verma

Who was Who?

In war you plowed
the love, synchronising the fall
and rise of rare victory.

Between us, a river
flows of marigolds. But blood spreads.
Can we find the solution of darkness?

Waiting for the next wave.
The drums are coming near. I am
asking about god, not you.

Satish Verma

Monoliths

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

Satish Verma

Got Little

Now my needs are few.
I think in my mother tongue, that I will
give my broken body a torn note.

In my loneliness I call truth.
Where lies the shrine of an immortal?
After all, death was taking revenge.

On white paper I want
to write the history of demolition of the truth,
so that the sun behaves like a slave.

Satish Verma

No other One

I will die with dignity.
Beauty, you cut me crisply. I
stand on the bank. Shiner swims.

Pinned to flowers like
butterflies for colorful unearthing, when
you are never too old to kill.

I was hit in the garden.
My roses bleed. The moon, my
lover, hesitates to open wounds.

Satish Verma

Poems were Taken Away

The Zen wants to confront
my invisible presence, breaking my
self-restraint. I meet my death daily.

Let not existential fear
tear your confidence. After all the
god sleeps in every house.

What do I want to see?
Muffled cry seeks the body of pain
with immense inner rapture.

Satish Verma

Irretrievable

You make me lighten.
I am going back to the woods.
Life has beaten me in absence.

My eyes belonged to you.
Night descends slowly to check
my life in my poems.

An accident of the lips.
I salute the crystals of no love.
At last I breathe poison.

Satish Verma

Rainbow Poems in Pain

Doing nothing, arranging the
spellings. Why pronouns would chase
the nouns? Will you call the god with a pronoun?

You want to drown the
witches of meanings. Lift the clouds.
An angel will draw a moon.

An apparition like a supernova.
Explodes. You want to drown the words
in your tears falling from your poems.

Satish Verma

Breath to Breath

You are; but one is
also agonized there. I swear the eyes
of love, not to break the knot.

You live in a baby that has
grown into a temple. It is not a lie.
People come to see the stones.

You cannot swim. I look
at you. Your smile was mortal. I will
swallow water to meet you.

Satish Verma

When Life Sucks

You want to change the
world after taking sleeping pills.
I was missing the keys.

I will keep on the peacock
feathers to forget the dragon's blood.
You were reluctant to prove yourself.

Collect the bright moongrass
and hawthorn berries. When you
laugh they pour like jasmine flowers.

Satish Verma

Hairy Bites

Spell out your mythology.
Someone becomes a myth in your
eyes. The stairway to heart.

In extreme fear you forget
yourself and only stars are visible.
Let it be your destiny.

Not a Greek tragedy. I want
to reconstruct your mansion where
only giant tarantulas exist.

Satish Verma

This is Amazing Land

When your agony soars
high, will you take away the brains
of weird people? The rift will decide?

Give me more light.
I have to find a stingray and dried
up river. Whom you will save?

Coming out of the cave,
does it make a difference, when you
walk barefoot on a transparent frozen lake?

Satish Verma

Gloved Stings

I am your dying earth.
For salvation I bow my head
to get an implicit hit.

My love is broken.
Night dancers are ready for an incredible
shake. Someone cuts my voice.

Arrival of redemption was
delayed. Nobody wants to live again.
The tomb shuts the door.

Satish Verma

Why Truthfulness?

I have lot of grievances
after the denial of death. I will not fight
when the mode of becoming an apostle.

Between resistance and
surrender, the centuries would stand
with me. The age will not bend.

Palaces of history
are crumbling. A common pain of
the blood moon makes the darkness pure.

Satish Verma

Who was Mesmerized?

The prize to know you was
unbelievable, when light shines the
beauty of deep waters in your eyes.

The snake creeps on ice,
like time moves on thorns. Being history
of conversation of clouds.

You hear the hiss of
black tongues to frighten the face of
love, that rises like the moon?

Satish Verma

My Legendary Affair

The young virgin has
captured the unicorn. MY psycho journey
begins to dissect the past.

Purity and love exist after
the sunset. I wait for you. Your body
would be shamed by the moon.

We will make a better
world in impetuosity. Are you ready
to drop your heart for a sage?

Satish Verma

God's Distances

Wearing the mask you
breathe into medieval thinking,
watched by sky-eye.

I was perplexed to
see the exotic revenge by the unknown
to dig out the earth's core.

What do you think?
Will we live till the moon melts
to imprint your face.

Satish Verma

To Whom I Tell

It flowers the banality
from the flesh. The blood ripens.
It was love and it was not.

The intimacy was complete
between the sun and moon. My thumbs
were taken away scarring the spirit.

A massive growth of
asylums would help. Peace was set on fire.
I look at the dark clouds.

Satish Verma

Notch But Me

Sitting on cloud nine,
if I close my eyes, will you
make a deal of love ?

A facsimile of killing
the words appears ,You write
songs to explore the truths.

I will not bring down
my world, if I burn my winnings
to stop the climbing thieves.

Satish Verma

Nothing Will Change

Too personal. Rose
garden. Caged in the eyes of atrocity.
If I have a question, you have an answer.

Between wilting and a
kiss, I will choose death. You become
a bit of a sleeping philosopher.

Words will not kill.
A dream becomes a medusa. You
can start reading on the wall.

Satish Verma

Notch But Me

Sitting on cloud nine,
if I close my eyes, will you
make a deal of love ?

A facsimile of killing
the words appears ,You write
songs to explore the truths.

I will not bring down
my world, if I burn my winnings
to stop the climbing thieves.

All Night Pain

You stand before the wall
to cross the tercets of insanity.
Laughter wakes up the tears.

Touching once melts green
age. The wolves start howling.
A step-star bears no grudge.

Full stops are increasing in
numbers. Small snakey words won't
bring the golden peace on the planet.

Satish Verma

I Will Think Again

You are my sea god.
And I want to sink today. Yerba Santa.
My memory is coming again.

The mysticism drops.
Suffering repeats every day.
Truth walks uncovered in bright sun.

Impasse, you were the
first human to undress before the
lion to become a Proteus.

Satish Verma

In Furnace

Like the nature of the herd,
I hold a burning candle as in belief
to create an ebony god.

The whistle blower beats
the drum and then commits suicide
by swallowing hemlock.

Socrates? Can we call him
to ignite the sparks in young songs
for the pain of a burning planet.

Satish Verma

Bones Quiver Again

Do not give me anything.
I remember Kabir. You have to
knit the love and hate.

Untold, I will speak again.
The strawberry moon becomes Orpheus.
And I start searching superhuman.

You must choose your
hard days. Life has been incomplete.
Love tends to crawl towards me.

Satish Verma

Taking Liberty

I want to suffer to get
a taste of your unpredictability.
I flung myself on thorns.

Not virtual. It was a dream.
Do I like you in absentia ? O god
how many times you weep?

We drink from the eyes.
We hugged and kissed a tiger for
a reason. It was a ritual.

Satish Verma

In Valley of Thorns

In this moment of
strife, I am broken inside.
Why do we kill each other?

From antiquity
man has miserably failed. Almighty
remained a beautiful name.

The traveller was taken
to a prison. Jailor will come into
dispute in fading script.

Satish Verma

Among Foxes and Wolves

Eradication. You
never gave up. Who wants to go
behind the mirror unseen?

Earth will not save you.
You climb without a staircase. A
thrown knife shuts up. Vision was poor.

Tattoos are very cheap.
Cauldron boils. Every word sits on
the simmering milk. Cows watch silently.

Satish Verma

Without Shelters

Ahead of pain, certain
things are not to be printed on
the bronzed body of a ghost.

When you walk around
a bonfire, fireflies will come out
to make a garland.

I forget to script the rise
of a volcano in the chest of a
wandering truth.

Satish Verma

Where was the Time?

The phobia of an
effigy won't flinch any predatory,
like a secret of black hole.

Contemporary heart
always deals with sufferings. In charity
you are giving away all your melting wares.

From one funeral to
another puddles come between.
I want to go counting the years.

Satish Verma

Life at Stake

You don't know, something was
left behind to say a lot. My poems
will not reach any end,

Do not come down from
your golden stand. Life will ask many
strange questions at one go.

The vampires will wait.
You will not throw your bones.
It was a dream to kill, to kill.

Satish Verma

Relationship

A fear always lurks. What
were the consensual sins? Alchemy
has failed. Mouth opens for bread.

In memory of you,
life does not remain mine. Scars turn
green. Moon bleeds for one moment of love.

Bitterness has taken
away the joy of resistance for
not needing any protection of shrines.

Satish Verma

My Holy Mistakes

The Moon was disappearing
like a runaway. How much you
will take in from my last words?

I was not wrong, seeking
emancipation from your chains. No
grievance. I will not look from your eyes.

O god, the weather is uneasy.
I wanted the sun to come out of the water.
The night was chasing me.

Satish Verma

Why Roots are Dying?

My descendents would
be my poems to see the mad world
and complain to the unknown almighty.

When I walk on the
cinders, your flames would be faithful.
Words have become immigrants.

The spectators want to
shut their eyes. Curare will take the
responsibility to clean the floor.

Satish Verma

Under Black Stars

Predators are on prowl.
I was searching my home with
a peacock feather.

Books are empty. I start
thinking. Shut the windows. Will
wait for light to open the door.

The compass will not work.
I will tear the heart. I can do anything.
To find my path or offer the blood to the moon.

Satish Verma

No Good Reasons

I am changing, not
fractious. This was a mystic feel
of talking with muted god.

The stealing power snubs.
Why the protester needs an ally to
unravel the unwritten prayers.

Ah the snobbish light
perceives the darkness to understand
socratic sermons. Why I will suffer?

Satish Verma

You were my Adversary

The other side of your
face also makes me insane, when
you walk without legs O moon!

My love was pure, never
paused. Virus leaves the footprints.
Fever comes and fever goes.

Attention ! At the door
stands a watchman. I will pay all my
debts, and turn back to swim.

Satish Verma

There was no First

Do you hear the inner
voice of earth to begin the ploughing
of blood to reverse the death?

Stop accumulating the knowledge.
It makes you dwarf. Read daily my mind.
You cannot catch the light to put in your pocket.

The end does not make you
conscious. The variants will come
daily. A natural fall is always beautiful.

Satish Verma

A Strange About –Turn

My each answer stands
alone for a million questions. Blood-bath
begins under the Bodhi tree.

My hands are flawless.
Hold only the pen to defend a dying
tree of knowledge. Mountains crumble.

A happy mind embodies
the prelude of coming with an environment
of massive awakening of others' pain.

Satish Verma

In the Evening

Will it be an insult
to my evergreen master, if I want to
live in my extra infra pain.

The resilience was
like a pine, which always was pricking
on land or standing in deep water.

Ask the sparrow, when
she comes back in the evening.
Would she bring the food for babies?

Satish Verma

Before I Sing

You have let him
down. I have not reached anywhere.
The wheels stop. There was no water.

In articulation you
will cry all night. I invite your nature.
The silver line will become shy.

A bloodshot moves. The
words want to wear the thorns.
No one wants to defend the wounded.

Satish Verma

I Will Undo

I am at peace, after
illuminating your name, while
crossing the river.

Months bleed, when
I count the days. Priceless pain
demands the answers.

After all your eyes were
veiled. Moon becomes my
neighbor to console me.

Satish Verma

How you will see the Moon?

The liquid mirror of
your eyes was in poverty of love. Where
goes the happiness of lava?

You will not sink
in a burning volcano. I cannot share
the death of the dancing sun.

The ignorance was tango.
I will collect all the predators of the butterflies
and start removing the red spots.

Satish Verma

No Motion

Do not look at the eclipse.
I am badly hurt. I will not call the
hangman to complete the job.

What not to eat your words.
Like radiation they enter the bones.
The placenta twists. A dream dies.

Claustrophobia. I will
not break the walls. Do you know bricks
ripen in the furnace. I will burn the door.

Satish Verma

Blackness of Light

A fake truth sells itself
wielding immense power. What happened
to me. I am afraid of myself, my hands.

It was time. Want to do
penance for others sins. World was
very cruel. People roam as predators.

Pain moves house to house.
You start finding faults in your books.
Who did malign the pure moon?

Satish Verma

Zen Shuts the Eyes

You were searching yourself
in the empty home. The windows were
silent to mend the disaster.

I collect the soft love
of elites and start removing
the signs of hate to burn the flames.

No one was murdered
in words. It was the complete silence of the
truth which sends you to hell.

Satish Verma

Lockdown the Cure

You can fume over
the fall of the unknown for fringe
benefits. My fever was rising in the moon.

The grief enters my
poems quietly. Sun comes and disappears.
Too late to understand, love was an Agni.

When I cannot speak,
the words go on the fire. The truth turns
into ash. Green trees will not give fruits.

Satish Verma

Purify Me

I got you incomplete.
You did not finish the saga.
Who rescinds the god's order?

A coma alters the truth.
I am bewildered, how to reach you,
putting off the unwritten song.

The candlestick is bending.
A cyclone was ready to blow off the light.
My candle burns in all colors.

Satish Verma

No Negativity

The virgin blue lake
calls the flying seagulls. It was very
deep, but less than the pain of a poet.

The water leaps to
catch the moon. No dance of flames
to drink the hemlock of the love.

I have lost my appetite.
There are luminous gems on my
smoking hands. I will swallow the sun.

Satish Verma

In Empty Hands

Writing on the skin
of time, my scroll will tell you
the enigma of centuries.

I belonged to the depth
of your eyes. You will not read
the parchment of love.

Lady of ash flies
in the air to embrace the creator.
Yet I am not your opus.

Satish Verma

Black Roses

My mornings burn
to finish the work you had left
to open the door of blood and silence.

With pen, paper and thoughts,
jasmines still wait to be smelt.
Whistle will not go today.

Surrealism. Looks I
am non-existent. Sometimes
words disappear. My eyes bleed.

Satish Verma

Gruelling Descent

Cheating on the god,
sit with me for a song. I will clean
the ethnic blood of undying pain.

Time to leave my wounds
and walk away to an ocean of love,
to forget the carnage of the sky.

You have not given me
as such. O my god, where I have
made hundreds of temples for you.

Satish Verma

Buried in Wall

It was my grief.
And why did you start crying silently?
Do you know how honesty was killed?

Nothing was stable.
The protesters were holding back tears.
How many hangmen had come?

Grey people in black, will
come to condole the slaughter
of grass owners.

Satish Verma

Natural Tears

It takes two to start
the war like tango. A path to run
the power. Eternal truth was under test.

A happy end of the preamble,
but my book starts burning on its own.
The candle starts melting without Agni.

Would you walk with
Buddha? I suddenly saw the truth of pain.
The sorrow was a bliss.

Satish Verma

Abstract of Tears

Give me a cleaver.
Bifurcation begins. You create alienation
to tear into moon sans clothes.

It was a May Day.
The riskiest game. The smoke fills the
eyes and reptiles start moving.

Earth is trembling. It was
your maiden flight. You cannot try
to make new sacred temples.

Satish Verma

The Mystic Path

I want to romanticize
to begin with the lies. You speak farther
when planets were dismembering.

Who cares for the deepest
pain of truth, behind the tears and sorrow
for selling the bitter love.

I had lost myself under
the Niagra effect of your vital presence.
Gradually all the stars are disappearing.

Satish Verma

In Quietude

Let me take back your
passion. Give me not, your love.
O moon, I want you.

Was this a ruinous unlocking?
Tell me how you will mend the
broken terracotta?

Was it a backflip to
amuse your benevolence? A giver
never begs for a funeral.

Satish Verma

Our Resistance

Before you fall, the
ascent comes first. The glory moves.
the world. But the chilled midriff collapses.

Time will never be your
servant. You pretend to be intimidated
and you take revenge. I become your god.

Between you and me
there was no pause. I pay my debt to you
daily. There was no other colosseum.

Satish Verma

Moods Killed

Wound sounds are deepening.
It should not be given any name.
I want to know who guides the dagger?

The troubled equations
will break daily. Religion turns black.
The cultivation wears masks..

How do I tell you. Life
was not treating the ruins
of love, when you look at the moon.

Satish Verma

I Will Give you the Moon

Who was not being
wanted if you become a nightingale
looking uphill to climb to the moon.

Don't look back. I
love you to wear black clouds again.
Let us kill each other to reach heaven.

We will walk together
on the moon to light the moonlight,
eating strawberries once more.

Satish Verma

Wavelengths

In a virgin place it
happened. A timelapse between
the kisses of two moons.

You were talking with air.
I cannot believe the fall of tresses
of sun and somewhere trust breaks

The observer becomes
observed. There was no difference
between killer and killed.

Satish Verma

Who are You?

O narcissist, would you go
above the moon, if I want to sleep
in the flames of invisible stars?

Who gives light without
pregnancy to new gods and installs
aerial temples of broken hearts?

The killing has a moon
face. I will bring corn fever to
gnaw the legs of falling truths.

Satish Verma

Smoked Dreams

Sending a message to you
entering your flesh, I become a visionary.
Can you tell me where the tears live?

The wheels move to pull
up the clotted blood of your chest.
Were you crying secretly?

Believing in truth you
burn your hands. I want to smell
your scented breath. Don't go in fog.

Satish Verma

Sun Doesn't Want to Rise

The wreckage of old
hurricane carries the culture of
memorial stop. The water will start rituals.

When do I speak the
truth on point that you go to read
Gita? But why does the mirror crack?

Pain was racial. The
shadow changes the profile. The dead
bones become alive in the rains.

Satish Verma

Slaying Demons

When your faith reveres
a pagoda, I become Buddha, and
I am ready to leave the palace,

Talking to my ancestor
I open the book of flames, when a ghost
lady burns herself alive to pay homage.

If you are truthful, I will
place commas again and again
before making you a goddess.

Satish Verma

My Toast Burns Again

This was the treatment.
You were not interested in giving
the answers, while stepping down in water.

Something falls to tell. It has
brought the recession into our eyes.
Can you see beyond the horizon?

And the excellent result
of selling the death of last truths
making you rich. Why god will never laugh?

Satish Verma

Dead Pains

I will search you in
moonless nights by poem power
to locate your golden words.

Between a thing and thang
thoughts come. The long arms of
adoration do not want to kill unspoken love,

The arrival of the moon cools
the burning questions in my fists.
I will not say why I was red.

Satish Verma

Tomorrow is Mine

Every star wants to become
a Sappho. I sit in the dark to listen to an
intruder. How long you will not sleep?

The savage has no
prudence. You will not bring a smile
on my face. Who was killing a killer?

This was an epic torture.
I will give you a kiss of venom.
There was no death, no living.

Satish Verma

Trauma Every Day

In a ring of fire, you
drink from my hands. Are you happy?
I asked my lover one day.

It is very easy to blame.
I try to make you forget your wounds
Stop the murder of dreams.

Where was the pond of
blood? I want to count the nails
and invite rare amnesia.

Satish Verma

What is Immortality?

After a mortal blow,
the ulnar nerve believes, I don't
exist in your swaying poems.

The silence has a
music of unheard pain Contemporary.
blood has a different color.

Hide the meaning of
human. It deeply moves you. There was
no mood of declaring, god was truth.

Satish Verma

Sacrifices

Love comes on tiptoes.
You were eating one moon everyday.
The Rose garden was haunted.

Who was hungriest on
this starving earth ? The massive gorges
the stars. The weakest spits venom.

You don't want to taste
the blue salt of a lake. It was becoming
red in the dark setting sun.

Satish Verma

Viscosity

You see me, once more
impacting the rhyme. I am writing
dipping my pen in blood.

Don't come from the
future. This moment breaks like the
egg and a snake comes out.

Oh sun you have to
still live in the womb of darkness.
Science, philosophy and religions have failed.

Satish Verma

In Short Life

One day a romper will
become a pawn. Good to see
you resurrecting unforeseen.

Just lift my poem.
Your body of glass reflects
the pain. I was done.

We had fallen in love.
The portraits start playing in
the house of vipers.

Satish Verma

Describing Life

At sunset, dancing duo
above or below the sword, you are
getting ready to sit on the pyre.

I am opening the door
of love, to cultivate empathy.
From where comes the god?

You break down when
you walk in sleep to find a true
friend who can talk to the dead.

Satish Verma

Pain Opens the Gate

I try hard to lie, but
cannot. Truth starts making blue spots
on limbs. I start stammering.

How long you will remain
pure. I want to erase my name from books.
The bell rings to go to hell

All night I want to read
unwritten sermons which will snuff -out
the candle I will flicker, will not.

Satish Verma

Rebelling in Dreams

Somewhere a part in
the good dies. You rise above the
mundane to cut the rope painlessly

The key to happiness
was lost. I searched for the tiger.
in water. Solar eclipse was near.

I feel your movement,
though not near me. I cannot see
your sound creeping on my body.

Satish Verma

How to Survive

Can there be a happy
end? Touch my inner wound, before
you put your hand on my shoulder.

Fat burns when you
don't speak for earthen lamp's pain.
It is too dark to write in tears.

O pain how much you
want to forget the trauma of love.
The roses will not take bribes.

Satish Verma

Throw Something at Twilight

Verbatim. I will repeat
a note from the unknown. No one knows
the truth. Creativity faints in the cauldron.

Can you destroy the ism?
A lie becomes a transgender enduring
the swaying brain fog.

Like the butterflies a short
span to live. The moral failure
wins, You lied the predator will eat grass.

Satish Verma

You are Giving Away

Love is queer? You
ask the moon in dark light. I don't
want to bleed before my eyes.

Life slows down and
the sun runs fast. The alliance
breaks down. Any other star.

The wailing earth has
no choice. Terrified. Why the human
beings are changing skin and tongue.

Satish Verma

Don't Inhale the Gas

Transhumanism. Are
you ready to beat tomorrow, or not
to beat to alter the status of love?

An anguished blade
of grass stands in the hot sun to keep
the storm away. The rain will come.

You fill the eyes with
water to become avenger. Why
don't you want to live and marry death?

Satish Verma

Where do I Live

Today the poem is of
airborne symphony. The love comes
in an old home, when you open your eyes.

Where has spring gone?
I was asking about all the rose gardens.
You wanted to appropriate my words.

You want to float a ship
without water. How it is possible that
all the songs should be buried in blood.

Satish Verma

Who Wins

Only one life is
sufficient to do nothing. The
path between two hearts never ends.

I want to understand
me, who was clever in the power
to govern the invincible god.

You want to pray
in the ruins of riches. Ultimately
it is the poverty which builds the temples.

Satish Verma

Ageless Journey

Would you meet my
colorless profile? My spirit swims
with a snake in water.

No one dies. This was an
unborn soul to find a partner.
There was no immigrant pain.

Can you read a no poem of
wordless love? I will confess to
a fallen angel in ash.

Satish Verma

Air Writes on Clouds

When the moon blisters
in resilient mode, between land
and water, you enter the smoke.

Whereas the sun stands
still, the earth has to pay a debt. The
border burns in the war of candle and storm.

The secret science of.
love gives a moral touch. It should
not be a murder and the fall.

Satish Verma

No Pyre Speaks

Is it not queer
repudating to invade the riveting
image of whirlpool of spilled milk?

No complaints. I don't
keep a sharp razor. My poems
always burn the residual integrity.

Charity for every one.
Who distributes the venom? Cobra
doesn't want to kill like god.

Satish Verma

Light does Not Matter

I have my own doubts.
Emulating the heart of broken doors.
All poems look black.

The moon will smile
I collect all the fireflies to play with me.
But the light won't move.

Can you mend the fractured
roads? I will invoke a human torch.
to ignite all the pagodas.

Satish Verma

Before Sleeping Pills

Sleepless you pine for the
afterlife before dying for a cause,
the generosity of our times.

A beauty was collecting
pine needles to stitch a heart, broken
by way wards of rituals.

Don't belittle the love.
About the author I don't know, when
he was born with liquified poems.

Satish Verma

Fall and Death

The space between
inside and outside was absent.
Education fails.

What is the door made
to guide a life? The tears can
not melt the rocks.

Here the pond is not
deep. You cannot bury the temple
of a broken god to sleep on a mirror.

Satish Verma

I was Lonely

Immaculate, when the
copper gods live with half-deads,
the gold freedom brings disaster.

It was enough. I cannot
calculate the runaway wealth. Do you
ever think, where you keep your words?

Between true and false
the stones melt. The dust would not die.
Positively insane, the pain goes private.

Satish Verma

Ceremony of Darkness

When you don't understand
me, I make new words in the river
of flowers. Why was the fury?

When the mountain falls,
your love caves in preserving the
pain of separation. Invisible?

What should I do? The
call of the cricket appears more and
less beyond the bitterness of man.

Satish Verma

Most Secret Suffering

What for? Will you encounter
yourself to find the faults of you. You
want to change the route of destiny?

My unknown pain is
still unborn. You cannot change the
rout of a shivering body.

Anything to forget?
Do you ever think of soul. Gathering
of thoughts has started. It is pure my sorrow!

Satish Verma

Acoustics

I take the onus to kill
my tears. Let the rose garden burn
to send you perfumed clouds stealthily.

Impunity may prevail.
You sign your death warrant to
give a white pardon to black bears.

Why the moon is trending
in a different manner. I was livid
tonight not to see any honeymooners.

Satish Verma

And the Sky Descends

Continuity persists
You want to put your price in every
event. I reduce my cost before the sun.

Some part dies in me
daily. Who breaks the surface
of water to sink my boat?

Was there any limit
of animalism, in genocide of
innocents going back home in dark?

Satish Verma

Revolutionary

Less-- yes more less
light arrived with abundance
of pain. Unhinged fear takes over.

Souls don't sleep. We
meet in the dark to wash the conscience
and think about eventuality.

What is attachment?
Lovers always suffer. You understand the
tormentor. Take off the skin.

Satish Verma

Savage Activism

Summing up life,
I wanted to rewrite the pain of earth.
Shocked apathy would cry.

Falling in love with yourself,
your hands had become shovels
to dig a deep trench without war.

I want you to look at me,
sans form and content. A cruel
thought starts playing with death for a poem.

Satish Verma

Circulatory Brings Distance

In your gold mirror your
image is coming black. You have a delusion
of deafening to leave this world.

You wanted space, claimed
by water. There was glitter in your
eyes of hidden dreams.

How to steal the moon
for a morning star. I will write
your name in big letters on the rock.

Satish Verma

Pain Always Moves

Nowadays words become
hollow, when no blood drips. Here
the caravan stops near the dried river.

Between arrival and departure
lies the big jungle on fire. A meaning
drops dead in the prayer to unsee pain.

You carry the burden of
last birth not to welcome the god absent
when the guests have arrived.

Satish Verma

Books are Opiate

I have shocked myself
mired in stanzas of my poems.
Even love was revengeful.

What do you want to convey
when you are changing the nouns?
Flesh was going to win the brain.

Buddha will be born again.
Will ask me to strip slowly to show
me cuts and bleeding wounds.

Satish Verma

Why do We Go Insane?

Will you kiss the
flower moon in the ambiance
of peace, when earth sleeps ?

I will ask the moon,
how old are you? A yellow lotus
laughs standing in mud to interpret life.

Think you must.
This light is within or outside. You always
walk with eyes shut to catch the god.

Satish Verma

New Equations

Bare-foot I go near
tomorrow. So much more than love,
poem in a poem trembles.

Like, aspen the goddess
tree, sharing the same root quivers.
There was no storm.

Setting aside the triviality
of daily life, I drag open the funeral
mask to see the mercury planet.

Satish Verma

What Limitations?

It was the last embrace
of creativity. I touch you to write a
fiction. Freedom comes with a slap.

Your life is in my poems.
Opens like a tulip. You make a
sweet voice, when you dip in me.

My threshold holds back
the agony, but toad stools jump to
sit on the mantle along with Buddha.

Satish Verma

Virtual Tragedy

When you move away from
yourself, the dream merchant rewrites.
story. Birds in flight stop.

Words and meanings collide.
No one was ready to write the name
of unknown. A collective suicide begins.

Would you read the unwritten
prayer on the wall of justice, when
God had failed in dispensing truth.

Satish Verma

An Ode to an Eagle

When you cross all
the limits, water dries up and
cloud weeps. Where was the moon?

You do what you want
to do. Even violence fears of
your storm and ship wrecks in tears.

Between life and death,
can you go through a hole? When
you are pinned, there is no blood.

Satish Verma

This is Sophisticated

What is your desire
when moon burns? Was it a myth
to entice you to become a mars alien?

Where was yester- pain
while picking the roses without
thorns? I want you to bite me again.

Is it psychological
when a ghost writes your name
on a blank paper to win tears?

Satish Verma

The Wounded Tale

My poem wants to read
you today. An abstract point has
uncanny entry in thoughts of wayfarer.

Too deaf to listen to the

voice of falling snow. I open the window
to see the moon talking to a black hole.

What a strange thing. A
friend wants to become my enemy.
Both sides of the truth were black.

Satish Verma

Motivated by Hate

The loud sound was
from conscious spirit. Ephemeral
was the war of legality.

This transcends the fear
waiting to happen for holocaust
to destroy the fertility.

Inferno will not burn
you. Your cult of undying, healing
fast, becomes the history of the iron pillar.

Satish Verma

Are you Mine?

The door to reach god
was the tomb way. It was closed.
Timeless you have to burn.

No morning song will
be loud. You have to touch the
shadows and kiss the footprints of death.

It was a bottomless
thought to repeat the hurts of tall
humans. Have you seen one foot entrance?

Satish Verma

Pulverization

To accept the uncertainty
was a mortal pain. Between life and death
there was a neutral god.

Who exactly said, it was
imminent. You have to know yourself.
Who tells what, only blood will freeze.

Everyday one meets death
to pay back the debt of living
while taking breath under the burning moon.

Satish Verma

Difficult to Come Back

It was all blood
burning the lake, when no human
thinks. You invoke a kind end.

A pure divine shrine
unmasks. I aver to worship you
again super massively

You are not my dust,
not my agni. Still the stars look
down to see my stolen gems.

Satish Verma

The Hermit of Palace

Upbeat-the brutal moon,
possessed of my love, makes the water
blue. We are drinking light.

A white horse jumps
into fire. This is insanity. A revenge of
tall fig trees to discover non-violence.

The colossus sleeps, afraid
of red ants. A black pain creeps into the
milk of feeding mothers. Son was not sun.

Satish Verma

Sharing My Agony

About the truth I don't
want it to be paused. This will abort
reality and fantasy will rule.

Will you become a lion
man or lion woman? Man eaters are
roaming the streets of the cities.

The meridian is holding
the power. Only kindness can wipe
off the dried blood from the walls.

Satish Verma

Translated from Love

What it was not, the answer
to an everlasting question.
Where are we going?

What was the abstract
of killing a song of the heart of the galaxy,
when the world was busy counting the deaths ?

Our assets turned violent,
the bandage was weak. Can you draw
the limits of alphabets?

Satish Verma

Life Rises Anew

Ingenuity will not
invite volatility. It was too good.
The naked moon takes revenge.

You embrace the suffering
and love the caress of nightfall.

You want a crash at the end once more.

Ah the smoke of some
burning pyre hurts you. Are you
afraid of white ash. From here phoenix rises.

Satish Verma

The Virtual Pain

Smelling the blood was a
craze of my hidden love of your
first thorn of broken heart.

I remember you should
not have been straight like a sea horse
swimming in water to bend the sea.

Your charity of thoughts
makes the water of your eyes muddy.
They had been making dirty bread.

Satish Verma

Torments of the Day

Your fear. It hovers,
filling the emptiness. Am I going
to knee, midway at the waterhole?

There was no difference
between humans and their ancestors..
Why does the man break? Put out the fire.

The beauty of darkness
invites the Orpheus. Can your
recitative will save us one day?

Satish Verma

Eternal Sufferings

A wilted thought of white
rose wants to have the smell of pink.
But blood would not agree.

Bigfoot intervenes. Pain
was forever. The moony separation
becomes green. Words cry.

Between fire and man
there was no fear of god who watches
the war of land and blood.

Satish Verma

No Love is Safe

This world is not
mine. Space was silent. The crop
is burning. You cannot hear the birds.

Sun writes graffiti
on the clouds. The black hole has a hissing
sound, so I start surveying the horizon.

We were talking. How
your body breaks. You were your
own enemy. Who brought partition of love?

Satish Verma

Bronze Meanings

To love completely I -
surrender my hate. You will come
to me walking through flames.

I was trying to learn
myself in high fever of earth. Was there
an enemy in the neutral zone of death?

What is that which does
not belong to you. Unhinged sky
and sea will clap the brains.

Satish Verma

Do Not Favour

I calculate the deaths
inconceivable to save the shame
of trembling poinsettias.

Sometimes I start
walking to reach the horizon
where the panther wears parchment.

What was the coercive
action of monks, who would
remain hungry till sun sleep?

Satish Verma

My Frescoes

Homeless mind
explores the meaning of the heart.
Pain was on its way.

Your voice lumbers.
I sent a balloon to god.
The figs ripen. We share under the moon.

There was a free fall.
I am going to jump on the spiders.
Take away my home.

Satish Verma

You Walk Alone

A transcendentalist
was rising to the ultimate truth.
The moon now starts unveiling.

I am grateful to
receive the grief. Every one
says, he was always right.

I have not deceived
the ants. They walk erect and
in a line to pay the debt.

Satish Verma

Spirit Rises

I will love you like
a moon-a new moon. Let's go
for a walk to put on the cologne.

My heart thinks. The
thoughts come and go. A sudden pain
comes like a tornado. Fog blurs the face.

Between life and death,
there was a thin embrace. Blood
writes the same name.

Satish Verma

Mel Cum Sale

When my hand strokes
a flame, the white ash will kiss
me. Were you savior of darkness?

Why low morale? Moon
will never say he was supermacic.
Icons were climbing down the trees.

The other side of the
pain was an evening song. Go Greek.
Life's struggles have no ending.

Satish Verma

The Nascent Fears

Real gods yet to be

seen. Ghosts are occupying the
temples. The earth simmers.

Brain fog. It is.
It is not. Just wearing the mask
to hide from the brilliant light.

Two moons leaving
the blue sky, came down to
search for the real truth of man.

Satish Verma

Message to No One

Capricious, you go
with the sun between edge and
curves. Your face becomes weightless.

Underneath the wall
I pretend to have my body buried,
when I was punished for telling the truth.

An ode to unseen
history that speaks in piece meals
of the slaughter of all moons.

Satish Verma

The Candle Breaks

The stone has no
gender. Only meltdown will wash
its body. Who was insidious of you?

Between the patriarch and
catnip, lynx eyes win and the lens
become volatile to explode Himalayas.

What you love has
the sparks. It is awful to sign
black berries on your heart.

Satish Verma

Gypsy Pain

My pearls come back
with tears. You seem poised to play
with stings. Moon annexes with Venus

Small things leak the
Sufferings. The besieged conscience
cannot decide to die or to live.

Are you going to burn
the river to save the renaissance,
to run the philosophy of living.

Satish Verma

Unborn Visions

Vicious, we are going farther
from each other to sensationalize
the sting of a rare kiss.

An algorithm makes a
new pattern to live. When you
come I like walking moss.

The white ash gives
birth to who you are. There was
only one book which broke the centuries.

Satish Verma

When Buddha Walks In

Standing on edge
names are slipping and unraveled.
History revolts. You don't speak.

The idea of slavery
prevails. You run after the thrown
coins. Metals glare from the eyes of dying.

The fall was expected.
Someone goes insane. By contrast
an old god becomes a child.

Satish Verma

Knock on my Door

I tell the suffering,
you were too sincere. Without
ears I listen to the voice of void.

Scatter the tears on
rose petals. I learn the shock of
weather, when vision is lost.

What happens when
you walk in water to kiss the
bottom of the sea only your hands are visible.

Satish Verma

Who was the Untouchable?

The pain waits for ever.
Nothing to ask, nothing to give.
You make a house of glass to be transparent.

The sculptor sexualizes
the stones by carving a beauty of
ancient human walking undressed on land.

A truth be unwrapped?
The stigma will not allow the flies
to sit. The fruits will never come.

Satish Verma

For a Perfect Life

A running poem was
condemned to die. I will not change
the route. You know the art of breathing last.

Uneasy, you never returned
for confession. The fear eats away
like a virus. You belonged to me.

No strings. We are tied
by sacred words, like swans. We
are intertwined by necks to stay alive.

Satish Verma

Cruel Rise

Amphibious. My pain
wants to go into exile. My home
was becoming a museum.

A devil lives in every
one, brandishing a knife. The
rose flowers are hurled on the dead

Unassuming you dig
in heels; Why does the moon stare
at you, when you shut your eyes.

Satish Verma

Unwrap the Moons

Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?

Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.

Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.

Satish Verma

What is Empathy

One day you will
walk out after ruining the past.
I am building a statue in your heart.

Difficult it was of
dying again and again for racial
marking. When the genocide will stop?

The words are becoming
poor. After the violence only
smoke will tell the meaning of slaughter.

Satish Verma

Why the Ganges Weeps?

Share my charity.
I have become poor after rejecting
the shining star of the galaxy.

You cannot dissect
the sorrow of earth. The world
is very sick and sad.

How will you bridge
the burning river? The space
was less to place the bodies in lines.

Satish Verma

Drop the Curtain

Halt the light now.
I will belong to you later at the
execution of black moon.

How will you manage
the blood of the lonely sun after
the beheading in twilight?

Don't print anything
on the cover of life's book. Inside
you will find the soul painted by flames.

Satish Verma

Hope Lives

Why delete the conversion
of the spark. Let it begin the fire.
The scarring will remain till eternity.

The callus is forming
between your pain, my pain. The
alephs are trying to make peace.

The footfalls of a
stranger will come at midnight.
light will be coming back home.

Satish Verma

Your Mythology

Why do you need to
become a fish? You want to jump
out from the water to die in seconds?

A solitary cult was
ready to dismember the art of living.
Broken hearts collect at sunset.

How far will your pain go?
The lips are not ready to sip
the venom of your foes.

Satish Verma

Was it Abrogation?

Do I live for virginity
after a wild kiss of a blue flame?
I had snatched you from the fig tree.

Why was there apartheid?
You had mingled with tears after the
rape of truth. I want to shrink now.

Money will not matter.
I will start collecting emeralds
after the nightstand. It was sedated.

Satish Verma

There was no Sorrow

It is a moonday to
lift you again. My pain steps down.
The art of healing begins.

First you nibble my
hand, then resurrection takes place
You play well in deep hurts.

Try my patience. It
is my thirst. I inhale the sacred
smoke of a ceremony to die again.

Satish Verma

It is not Over

You live in my body
intertwined. When I touch the sun,
our souls start burning.

The dark clouds loom
large. How to carry zero to make us
rich to ripen our life in the flames?

Grief has a big value.
Can you market it in this bleeding
world, when the full moon hangs?

Satish Verma

A Pure Murder

You were too nascent
to understand a hominin. This is
called a reverse evolution.

You reached the pyre to see
the curse prevailing after the massacre
of the other side to become an iridescent star.

No one dies in books.
This was my imagination. You can walk
on my property of love and tears.

Satish Verma

Becoming You

Your kiss was in the air
only. Who stood up to the storm? No
gaffe. There was no art in execution.

Great slips. Given by you
the pain is not mine. I buried my
thoughts near the water bank.

Was there any quantity
of brain? Were you sorting out
death in life? Don't nudge the tears.

Satish Verma

Who had the Inhibition?

You cannot count my
sufferings, when I meet lull in zero
holding the infinity of love.

My tethered poems want
to fly away to fill the void of my
sky. Trivialities tend to stop me.

Reading you I want to
sleep with thorns. Who was not
pitiless and who was brutal?

Satish Verma

Pain to Pain

The wick was forbidden
to burn. Creativity was checked
by manpower for god.

Cleavage was accurate.
The visitors come and go. At sunset
the explicit beauty weeps.

The cheating continues.
Reparation brakes. The bricks
are falling one by one from the temple.

Satish Verma

You Stay for a Stranger

I don't have my home.
Our war was not decisive. My
words would protect you with ripples.

Later on narcissism harbours
pain. You unveil the roofless house.
Black birds would come to drop.

The mirror shows the Acheels
heel. How will you dance when the moon
comes to congratulate your collapse?

Satish Verma

Every Man is a Word

When you forget to
cross the darkness, the moon
declares not to come again.

When your consciousness
leaks, you think separately. In minuscules
the nuance opens the window of pain.

When my love assembles all
the venom in, my lieu of bites, my
colour slowly turns blue.

Satish Verma

Quarter Life Weeps

From the end I start
writing because the beginning
never begins. Poetry betrays.

It is like love. It
never ends. The time sucks the
distance. Your eyes break the heart.

No god is in near
conversation. Deaf and dumb
speak with pain of earth. She burns silently.

Satish Verma

When Ocean Burns

I drill a wall of crime
The love birds want to come
to shake the legs of truism.

The label of philosophy
suffers. What was essential to live
in peace without blood forever?

Do you make a room
of embraces? Religion always
drags you to taste the dust.

Satish Verma

This is My Poem

A sea anemone watches
the expanding bank of turbulent
water to stretch the full moon.

Traveling to no place,
I ask the ash and smoke to go up.
Was there any cure of heart pain?

Who will let go now the
speechless? I want only prayers of
immigrants to hide the sun.

Satish Verma

Time Takes Revenge

Altered footprints.
Don't be proud. Like an immersive
moon floating on the black sea.

The hate crime prospers.
I open my sacred books. The
greatest thoughts are wiped out.

My school is dead.
A barren land is producing
euphorbia and sadness.

Satish Verma

Stroking the Fire

You drink marijuana
and become Orpheus. You are still
alive though dead long back.

Was it serendipitous?
You burn every book and read the
ash and agni. Nightingale sings.

When you look outside,
you are searching inside. The creator
becomes creation in the temple of god.

Satish Verma

You Need Charity

The curse rebounds,
like a raccoon you want to wash
the victim in pure water.

You turn to be on
the top of names, but cannot
sell the privacy of red blooms

Sit under a palm
tree. It throws very small shadows,
but will remind you of sanctity.

Satish Verma

What the World Needs?

My mind burns very
fast. Not to see my own body, like
a sardine, laid as if it was my last birth.

This was an atmosphere
of abandonment. You cannot stop
yourself from seeing bloodbath everyday...

Let me share the sorrow
of the moon and the Bo tree. Can you

block the end times O god?

Satish Verma

The Influence of Unknowing

The stale words and
old meanings try to retrieve your
stolen pain. I am ready to burn my hands.

Death will not visit
again if you become a caveman.
Bipolar dress appears as a fashion.

I look at my lost
thumbs. I cannot climb the Himalayas.
But the sun will come to salute me.

Satish Verma

The Cage was Broken

It was an ethereal
kiss. I shook my hand with the
immortal. The sting was pregnant.

Your love was morphetic.
Who was deathless in this world?
You are tied to me in the war of embrace.

It rakes the weeping tree.
Where does the god live? The roots
are in blood and thieves took away the fruits.

Satish Verma

My Pain Unfolds Tonight

I have no words for thoughts
Only eyes can read without print. I believed
in everything and you were skeptical.

If I have to go, I go.
Will break the links to dance on the
fire. Who will stop the quarrel of faith?

In my soul night I
talk with invisible stars. Somewhere
small gods have started loving me.

Satish Verma

Like a Homicide

This was my moon
day. In the dark sky, love to take
a leap? Who was a drunkard?

I don't think about
myself to create something new.
Why did you come with roses?

I see you naught.
Like a meteor shower sends a
scented smell to cool my burning poem.

Satish Verma

I am Responsible

Who was a psychopath
to become a cipher? Calmly you murder
a mocking bird without a song.

Your perspective is changing.
You need pain counseling for some time.
But the lexicon ultimately fails.

Angry sky falls. Where
was the Buddha? Love precedes
the end of the burning path.

Satish Verma

Unspoken Love

In the waning sun
how far the light will go to bite
the darkness of my loneliness?

A flawed explosion
falls at midnight to cause a moral
trauma. Merciless moon comes late.

Only the surreal sunrise
makes me complete. I am ready
to start my birth again.

Satish Verma

Truth of all Pains

You are eating me
away, inch by inch in broad daylight.
A dying lamp still sits on the water.

The moon drops the blur light.
Do you know how the house breaks without
war? The prince lives in a wax palace.

The last tears have dried
up. The lies are rising in balloons.,
and the sky is coming down.

Satish Verma

Sadness was Punished

Between death and
dying, light was racist. The
trauma kills earlier.

My poetry boils. It
was an ecological pain. You don't
want to go step by step.

This is the art of
human fall. The hands won't rise
to seek mercy from the unknown.

Satish Verma

Match the Zero

Every thing is not true.
Lips moist, you are creating angels.
to stop the birth of exoplanets.

Who maps the protoplast?
And ten feet tall aliens, with long
hands to catch the bald headed eagles.

Wake and drink the
hawthorn. Ultimately it will make you
a king without a kingdom.

Satish Verma

Walking Moonly

 Never- before you had

come on my wall. The flash point

was seething with boiling plasma.

A blood bath repeats

the history of violent empires. The

implosion comes with ingenuity.

Speaking less brings the

judgement of wise pains. In rapture.

love proves thicker than blood.

Satish Verma

What is the Meaning of Life?

You don't play with 

my invisible calling. You were 

shot at, in the trench, defining pain.

It was ethereal, about

the recession of the quality of man

The highest grief was of the earth.

You know how the

bargaining works. You sell your heart

and purchase the mind to live happily?

Satish Verma

The Evil Hands

Walking on the water
with bigotry in dignity. My consciousness
was clear in feeding the fish.

There are the honey bee
stings. Suddenly you swell up to get
ready to burn the nest with love.

The human species was
mutating like dangerous variant enemies.
What you were searching for, an older god?

Satish Verma

Condemned to Laugh

Entailing you, a
pain bites a song of suffering,
sleeping on a pyre.

I react to each fall.
The hurts were my biggest mentors
in past, present and coming flight.

Tell me ,how to deceive
yourself, to get peace. Why do you
want to live amidst the hyenas?

Satish Verma

Take Hold of Me

Suddenly my dreams
broke like white magnifolia flowers
and you sang the red in morning.

One day I will disappear
like a stag beetle in fog to find
humanism in violent animals.

Would you ever know
my hard life, when I was collecting
the pebbles to count the days I bled?

Satish Verma

A Sage Thinks

You react to see the
delusion. I map your face on the fire.
After a kill would you wait for the end time?

No one gambles nowadays.
How do you walk on the sand painting, so
no one rises from the dead body?

I put on my palm a slice of
future to read the god's command. Some
one laughs at my back and shouts, you are the god.

Satish Verma

Why Die Hard?

Cognitive. I am breaking
water. The sixth sense morphs into a
god. You know it is going to happen.

You walk in aphasia.
Moon wants to talk to you. About the
fate of earth in darkness. It was not politics.,

Let me unleash, unseen,
and unheard, the strength of rejection,
which will open the axioms of defeat.

Satish Verma

What is Justice?

Do you find racism
in animals? It departs from skin law.
The conscience pricks unsaid.

A travesty of the moon-
naked. You don't remember any flesh.
The sleep gropes for the light

Who will read the last
command of the brightest star? For a
new image you have to sever your head.

Satish Verma

My Tender Heart

You come like a solar
storm. Two dark eyes would hit you to
stop. Was it the ingenuity before twilight?

Cult-not religion was
my loss. I will divest all my gains.
Incarceration will speak now.

A banquet is ready
to eat the glints. Come to fire and
drink the sweet hemlock.

Satish Verma

Swords and Blood

Don't look back.
You make history. We need more
strength. There is a paradigm of bayonet.

The areolas are turning
red. The black sun wants to defrock
you. Can you in mud?

A sacred dance begins.
Comets run fast. Someone is
going to self-immolate. Cannot see the war.

Satish Verma

Weird Nature

A disaster starts a
dialogue. There was no grace in
strangling the stars. You arrest the sky.

The spring wants peace
in the wars of strange flowers. The
scented gesture brings a contested love.

My observation was rich
in articulating the shadows of the moon
in water of different colors.

Satish Verma

A Criminal Choice

Inevitable was he born
mental. There was spiritual fever.
You want to sit on the rock forever.

The hawk was eager
to find the truth, sharpening his talons.
Don't bury the books in mud.

Where is the guiding
star? What was your inner voice doing?
Do you find another barn birth?

Satish Verma

Don't Put the Hyphen

It will nix. End
never ends. Do not do wrong.
Dying demons will come back again.

The guest will not come
one day to douse the fire of your heart.
No difference between dream and reality..

Follow yourself. Remain
brown. For swans catch the fish
Pilgrims will start coming.

Satish Verma

After The Last Embrace

Lift my moon and
erase the blot. Time has come.
Are we ready for extinction?

Honey lips move in
raining bombs. The stone faces
will not survive with mankind.

You are going to live
or not going to live. How can you
dispose of the corpses after the carnage?

Satish Verma

Not Returning

Come in dim glow
to see my saddened face. Life
has been very demeaning.

Truth by truth I
searched for the reality of come and
go. Will you change. If I disappear?

It will happen, when
you walk on the burning coals.
Can you run without legs?

Satish Verma

Everything Was Weeping

Today my dancer fish
died. How did she know, the death
was nearby. She went to a nook to lie down.

Again my old pain comes
back. A parrot was imitating a tall
man. All the parrots were burnt alive.

Remaining poor I made
you a rich and immortal O god, to stay
in the sanctum sanctorum walls of gold.

Satish Verma

Existential Risk

Why did you ignite
your hidden love? The swallow
always surrenders to the snake.

When a lie ruptures,
the flagellation begins. You will
nosedive to catch a fish in water

Can we make a hybrid
between god and a man? Who
blows the trumpet in the dark?

Satish Verma

The Tears Don't Come

A great hurt bleeds
Love was trampled under rose petals.
The right to kill will continue.

How a poem heals
the sorrow of a genocide. I will
not allow the world to end.

To join mushrooms
coming out like a fairy ring to cool
the fires in the eyes of the moon.

Satish Verma

When Love Frowns

Rip open your chest.
I will enter in you to meet the
god. I owe much to my suffering.

A rose finch drinks the blood
of a sea bird while singing. My
lonesome poetry bleeds.

I search appropriately
for neomodern words. I want
to love my primeval heritage.

Satish Verma

Under the Holiness

You will demonise to
remove the grief. Keep yourself
with lotus. I'm knitting a new moon.

To disengage, don't go
too far. Can you drink your own venom?
Too pure. Voiceless. Catching red flames?

The imperial pain. You
gather the pine needles and lay on the
hands to feel the collective bites.

Satish Verma

To Find the Greatness

Amidst the chaos
I am going to search for myself. Who
are you? I will raise questions.

You make the meaning
of holistic death without any pain. Ah the
physical grief doesn't reach god.

However, crossing the
bridge on fire, not to swim the river
full of crocs for a challenge.

Satish Verma

A Wounded Swan

I was going to call
you beast without a yoke. My timeless
dust will not shut the eyes.

A lone walk reminds me
of revelation. Was it true that there
was a body to speak like us?

A lotus stands in mud
as a witness in waiting for the rise
and fall of the sun in a blue lake daily.

Satish Verma

The Invasion

Will you wait for
the apocalypse, when the world
is getting ready to come to an end?

Re-digging the graves does
not bring out the dead angels
for our salvation. Are the gods untrue?

You need a powerbroker.
Black hole is widening. I stick
to antiquity to become famous.

Satish Verma

Not Inclusive

Pink lips whisper.
It was time to part with. No more
the roses will come to salute you..

Nowhere to sit in
the garden of thumbs. Your fingers
always made the question marks.

Oh my carnivore, I
melt my agony and love in moonlight.
I was not ready for kisses.

Satish Verma

Pain on Pain

The mercy shuns the
pain. You cross the river of grief
to find out the womb of earth.

One day you will say
goodbye and go away forever. I will
stop believing in any god.

Something was left unsaid
Where those words live which
mesmerise the drowning boat.

Satish Verma

Lilies Are In Bloom

Held between the
explosion was my drowsiness.
Pathogenesis of flawed truth?

A picture of your
holiness comes. The words float on
the water of green eyes.

I will pick the titles
of all my poems to paste on .
totem of black goddess in pain.

Satish Verma