31 January, 2022

To Die for A Lie

To be honest first,
with flesh of grain and golden whips
by selling the sacred truths.

Can you make antimatter
on barren land ? History will sit on you.
I will remain wayward

Night was not tender
It was my wound. Heart beats can
betray. It was my confession.

Satish Verma

30 January, 2022

Micro Mania of the Lips

You break me by your
wordless, voiceless screams coming
from nowhere. How do I read your body?

When the grief jumps,
I morph the truths in a dusk of surreal
pain. The litany collapses.

This is not a moon's tale
Hay fever is taking shape. I will
discover another kiss of death.

Satish Verma

29 January, 2022

The Hidden Story

A blood moon comes
back without murder. I was talking
of the love after betrayal.

You exist like a woodpecker
I try to understand me, precociously.
Love's pain was always a guide.

The weird thoughts become
a saint. You want to read the book.
I think I will become a voyager.

Satish Verma

28 January, 2022

When to Awake?

A brutal call, I will
not go with you. The petition is being
prepared, not to be given.

To make history. My inner
wheels move. You have decided not to kill
the eagle, when he dives on the fawn.

You are chained in thoughts,
when pain holds you to remain penniless,
after you fall on the burning pyre.

Satish Verma

27 January, 2022

The Last Wishes

Collective fall in passing.
I will design a beautiful mortuary.
The courier will deliver the cadavers swiftly.

The balloons are going
very high. The other planets laugh.
Death is very cheap. Poors are happy.

Who was making gold
without color. In deep jewels, there are black
smudges. No one wants to become another moon.

Satish Verma

26 January, 2022

The Dilemma of Pangs

Exploring the voyage of
a stairway. The trees would take
to learn the truth in the dark.

The mercy of water
speaks. We will not talk about
the ending of a trip in space.

The moral face appears
again in lingual pain. The dumb skin
chokes the trigger. No thought survives.

Satish Verma

25 January, 2022

Take Away my Wars

It was perseverance.
My flesh was Pi. You have discovered.
me in reverence for abrasion.

You run short of love.
Plus makes the truth. Pain creeps out
from the brown eyes of your face.

The smoke covers the
melted heart, when you walk. Moon climbs
down to meet the rival on earth.

Satish Verma

24 January, 2022

Pure Gold Hurts Me

The singed mind, immature,
remembers. You cannot change the
world, the world changes you.

A pyramid floats in
desert. Did you taste me in moonlight?
God is puzzled. Who was lioness?

Time will catch you
by the neck. There was no tomorrow.
Today naked water becomes an abyss.

Satish Verma

23 January, 2022

Who was Black?

This was a bounty.
Shouting on the flames.
You wait for the unspoken silence.

You knock at the door
with your head. A lamp lights the lamp.
But the walls are still very dark.

Eyes invoke the light.
To read the unwritten saga of a
house burning without the sparks.

Satish Verma

22 January, 2022

Finding your Substance

Howling of loneliness
begins. Voices were suicidal.
The anger wouldn't explode.

Let me euthanise.
No day was bright. Peacocks were
poisoned. I don't want to be enormous.

Om Shanti. I Open my
fists. Distance is not clear. Half
the truth is in acute pain.

Satish Verma

21 January, 2022

Coming Out of Truth

A poem without a title
hurts me. The reticent phrase
tells the pain in one word..

A knife cuts when I
am impatient. It smells of blood
running as stampede.

I feel sick when smoke
hides a secret. I want to set them
free-unwanted screams of dying vampires.

Satish Verma

20 January, 2022

Telling by Unsaid

I always felt somebody
standing by my side to show its
belonging to the moon and ocean.

Last words were thrown
up nonchalantly to invite god. Fever
climbs the iceberg in paroxysm.

Walking on sands leaving
foot marks as if to find the difference
between rhyme and suicide.

Satish Verma

19 January, 2022

Black Kindness

You cheated on the moon
like a nomadic love. A feline attacks
ferociously on the white cobra.

The red hedge was of
hawthorn. Here lies the decapitated
body of a. wounded deity

My god you could
hear the cries of blue butterflies
burning under the canopy of the garden?

Satish Verma

Uncharted Journey

When the trigger goes
upside down, the rage attacks on
you, though imperfectly.

You don't wanna come
where there is sun. A prudent pain
won't sit in the cool shade.

Step out from the memes.
Unleash the meanings of my words,
where you want to live.

Satish Verma

17 January, 2022

I Cannot Speak

My primordial agony
turns into the love of an angel of dreams.
Can you walk on the mirage?

Wickedness was evident.
People want to wear the masks of their whole
face. Unrecognized they want to rape the truths.

The hate opens the holy book
and searches the stings of scorpions.
Who was dragging the bag of snakes?

Satish Verma

Voiceless Prayers

Hazy thoughts and half-
words were going to make the landscape
of static deities. You are with yourself.

Excuse me for climbing
on clouds. Ah, the dictionary of stars
was not explaining the truth of slayed tomorrow.

In the smile of the mannequin
the unborn love of brown eyes was
trying to make a perfect god.

Satish Verma

15 January, 2022

Everyone was Crazy

 A first shock from

a hidden weapon. God was giving
less than any desires

The apparition tells nothing.
Your road ends in my tears. There
was no pardon to kill the truth.

It was a big void-
in the center of the galaxy. This wasn't a
black hole, but belonging.

Satish Verma

14 January, 2022

DIGITAL DEATH

The dysfunctional love grabs
the ocean to drown the Himalayas one time.
I say you cannot succeed.

Who tells your fortune
after sunset? Nobody pardons the fire,
that cares the burnt- out tongue.

The fangs of black cobra
are ready to strike the full white moon,
which fails to give you honey.

Satish Verma

13 January, 2022

Timeless Silence

When the dementia
persists, you don't know the other
side of pain. I search for a kind mind.

A presence speaks.
Your centre has no circumference..
The tangent doesn't know whom to touch.

You are sold now.
Estranged words were trying to find the
title of innocent homicide.

Satish Verma

12 January, 2022

Requiem for Shadowless

You are inflicting wounds
on you. Words change meanings in
dark. We have love, wars and peace.

I watch the bare sky.
Why to live, if mirage rules the head?
Can you go bardo-yes or no?

Meditation fails. I need
grand spatial fall. Day after the Agni
we collect the skeletons of thoughts.

Satish Verma

When will Trauma Die?

Incredible, in dark the
peers were walking in brilliance. Let
then be happy. But the protagonist was raising a wall.

My bright moons were
short on light. I'm pulling down the curtains.
My anxiety becomes Venus.

Creativity, like blood leaks
from the heart. Nobody brings water. The
womb remains empty. Pain comes back.

Satish Verma

10 January, 2022

A Silver Fault

You sit in a cauldron
waiting for an angel to ignite the
coals to invite the gods of the iron age.

Somnambulism, I get up at
night and start talking with stars to know
when the black hole will come near the earth.

The art of killing yourself
was very easy to fling your body on the
burning pyre, but that needs love.

Satish Verma

09 January, 2022

It was your Ruthlessness?

This was my visual
wound. My penultimate fall. Do you
know where the spirits live?

I spaced nothing, still the
black marble was beautiful. From
the moon blue spots send cool light.

Yes it was not my
funeral. I rose from the ashes.
There was no story from the solar flames.

Satish Verma

08 January, 2022

We Don't Agree

I asked the shirtless moon,
when will you wear the cloud? What
happens when a paranoid calls the sun?

Life demands too much
to stay alive. Dear human, who will
not need mercy, when blood freezes?

I want to quit, go for
Exility. The cult violence was going
to destroy the pistillate to stop birthing roses.

Satish Verma

07 January, 2022

As you Like

Give me the night vision
under the sandstone and the ravaged candle
White tiger will not come out.

Who points the finger to
sea? The migrant doesn't want a refuge
in fire. Father looks from the sky.

It is hot, it is hot.
Do you need a drink in the
cup of moon ? Tears hang in the green eyes.

Satish Verma

06 January, 2022

Between You and Me

You are a cannibal.
I will kill you. You call me angel. Pain
licks the wounds. A pilgrim turns back

I fear you. You fear me,
more in twilight of love. Life has no
sliding door dismembering soul.

I was preoccupied with
the murder of the meaning. The temple
still stands at the bank of dark river.

Satish Verma

05 January, 2022

Scars of Bifurcation

Nostalgia comes back.
Let go of the tears in the river of pain.
And we will sit in the moonglow.

I ask the grief of the
eyes to celebrate the departure of blue.
The psalms are rising in smoke.

Not sure of yourself, you
want to catch the butterflies to forget
the mask to uncover the face.

Satish Verma

04 January, 2022

Eyes Would not Shut

Exploring the moons
like ghost annotations giveaway
the pain of the swans in distress.

The flesh quivers. The
bones don't feel safe. In crises the
spine offers the chill.

The salt lake refuses
to freeze. The tears still swell to see
integrity of setting sun.

Satish Verma

03 January, 2022

The Words are Flying

Made of Grass
You have come nearer to me..
The love, the pain, the relationship.

You wear my poems.
I have started to write my tethered
tears. I want to live my life.

I was my own enemy.
The god's revenge. There was always
the stasis. Voices don't move.

Satish Verma

Were you on my Doorstep?

Half-truths bite.
They are chiming bells. Deep blue
my heart asks, are you my fear?

The body drags on
the dust road. It is not going to push me.
Enough pain has made me a rock.

What saves you when
silence speaks? A poem in a bubble
makes several moods of smile.

Satish Verma

01 January, 2022

Pathless Vision

What do you want, I
ask the god, sitting in a buttercup?
The Hippocampus was shrinking.

My muse turns on.
In sleep my body wakes. The moon
was walking on hills to talk...

Be alert. I warn myself
A celestial body was going to fall
in the lap of an ocean. No ground to stand.

Satish Verma