For a Moonstruck

Who ups the ante,
if you don't exist to catch the song
of sorrow to become immortal.

For a thousand years, the
iris waits for the light to dig and
redress the memory of gone spring.

The deaf and dumb leads
the voices coming from the active volcano
where the sparks are throwing lava.

Satish Verma

Ceremony in Flames

Tears have their own
language. You were my first lover.
Are we two strangers on the road?

When words pass through
the walls, without the eye contact, then
red rain falls. Our pain reflects?

Why did you become diverse
after revelation? The wrath goes transdiscipline.
There was no difference in genius and blood.

Satish Verma

Meet a Maverick

What else you will
give me, after you shot down a
parrot, eating a pomegranate.

I am rewriting the
pain of the unheard birth of a
promise to die again.

It was a visual murder
of the signatures to build a
mausoleum of a disappeared deity.

Satish Verma

Wearing a Talisman

A candle burns in the
eyes. It is my quivering poem. A broken
sun. Will give you a gift of the moon.

Covered with flames. You
will become a comet. Ice, rocks, dust and
the water. You will weep without tears.

Are you everything? Blue
berries are blooming. I converse with
flowers of wilting roses.

Satish Verma

Hide My Footprints

Cannot unlock the spiral
galaxy. The stars are counting
themselves .A comet burns the path.

Sleep my love. A
supernova will hurt you one day.
Now I am recreating myself.

Will you make a new image?
Pure and divine. Life is criminal.
Death opens the door.

Satish Verma

This is Gold

Roasted with stars
in a dome. It was a moonlight. This
was my natural rise.

Why knelt before the
throbbing cadaver. Life flies
with frying hairs.

What was my alibi
once? God was misplaced. Every
thing goes wrong. It needs reallocation.

Satish Verma

Fire's Song

Unyielding, I was
fighting a living holocaust laced with
blood. Who wants a second death.

The moon will always
dodge me. l am abdicating the
crown of lies. Every love was a thorn..

You shape my pains.
Time squeezes. How much you
will give your tears to wash me?

Satish Verma

In Serene Mind

Give me my weird
pain, after you have immersed the
ashes of books, you never read.

A wrong dynasty-
monster, stealing our love words.
No space left to sit the idols.

Blood spurts like a hot
spring to shame the golden knife.
Where do the memories come from?

Satish Verma

I Will Remain Silent

Placed on the end of
writing, unactivated every love
smells the extraordinary roses.

Looking at the moon,
I was searching my genre, chipping
away at the rock to chisel a goddess.

Lighthouses dim. Everything
is in dark. Water has the right to
evaporate. Where the words would float?

Satish Verma

The Last Tears

After the compound stab
like a suicide note, there was left nothing.
The space was increasing.

You wanted everything
to release the fog. It was divinity to
divide the intimacy between the same souls.

What is enough to live
again? Who needs meditation after
incarceration. Let the green trees give epiphany.

Satish Verma

Till Every Love

You were more than
what you are in knitting a jaguar
on my chest. Why humanity fails?

You want to chastise
somebody. Unspeakable. You want
to give death a chance, before music begins.

Intersex. Someone plays
a role. Twilight is beautiful than light
and darkness. Red night starts.

Satish Verma

I Flash in Chains

My eyes undress to
salute the agni to mesmerize the
ruined truths of morality.

The navel opens. You try
to give a moonlight dance in
baffled sky of a burial witness.

In howling winds, first
let me kill the animal in me. An angel
knocks at the door to see me alive.

Satish Verma

A Legend Breeds

Creativity was the Venus
of my poems. My poem was a tree.
A pilgrim sits for a while in shade.

How do you write your body?
The pages were flying away like
white pigeons in the rain of eyes.

A legacy is being discussed
as corrupt, and incarcerated by
the hands of mercy. Where was god?

Satish Verma

Earth Takes the Price

These are black days
in purple cubes. My intimate poems
were still nascent, accounted for.

You become Mimosa pudica
in the cusp of liberty. You have emptied
yourself by sending god to other religions.

Tell you, I may forget me,
but will not forgive me. When I left my coat,
our ancestors were already gone unspoken.

Satish Verma

The Collected Dreams

The deep layers of ash
are covering the history of impunity.
My unconscious spirit breeds death.

Where does the heart live?
Cannot stop the waking of iris in eternal
darkness. No light gives any feeling.

Will you open your eyes?
I wake for the script. Nobody dies.
The granite was melting.

Satish Verma

Peace in Darkness

Are you a returnee
from a lion man? The clay ripens
brown in the sun for centuries.

Love cannot remain
asymptomatic. Like Cleopatra you always
had worn-out wounds and flints.

No, not me will smile
after the death to take revenge
on the god, because man kills man.

Satish Verma

Windowless Home

Sacrificed a winter rose
for you. What was in your hand, when
I asked, do you know the actual?

Something was that, one in my
poems, to find the purpose of love.
How long should I live to know you?

A secret comes out like
a guest, under a big fig tree, like
second Buddha out of ordinary.

Satish Verma

The Midnight Understanding

In the absence of an azure
pain, the divine hemlock becomes
edible. Yen by yen I was nearing you.

The breeze in your locks
smiles. I am hungry for diagnosis.
The moon sends a purified hug.

I have crossed yourself.
to find the sparks in dark caves
of the silence. Who will go first?

Satish Verma

Goodbyes are Increasing

It signs in air to
blow people heart. Oh dear death.
This was a bizarre revenge.

There was a seismic
pain without a body. The great
ending. Stars were falling one by one.

Between salt and agni,
was it inequity? The unanswerable
mandate becomes a wrenching scream.

Satish Verma

Turning Left and Right

Born in moments of love,
you were domiciled in truth. Holy bath.
You are now leaving the nest.

Pink apples start rolling.
No purpose would succeed. Only
apology for old weapons will work.

No dreams come in the
sequence. Bleeding from heart is
same. Listen, my poems speak.

Satish Verma

Two Face

Between right and wrong,
variant of blood wants to crash with
human beings. Don't alter the bases.

My genome is taking
a turn. I will search for peace in
funeral home at dusk.

I will leave behind every
thing. I don't ask to carry any
item with me, not even a pain.

Satish Verma

In Summer Fall

The words are flying
away, enigmatically. There was a
family of god. Is the end drawing near?

Half- way you are talking
about sequences. Oceans are on fire.
A weak voice cries. I don't want to die

Who will call from the future?
The night will dance for the solar eclipse.
Don't touch me. I will not melt.

Satish Verma

Why the Ravens Collect?

Ultimately the god was
created by man, and Homo sapiens died.
A trembling voice said, I am not dead.

There was a poem without
a poet. Who writes the epitome of
ancien engraving onto the walls of time .

There was a holy crime.
Golden in the eyes of a song of blood
in the lone home on fire.

Satish Verma

Make my Ways

This is happening again.
In quietude, man is defeated in
fag, when time stops.

Where do you go in the dark?
Why do you run? Was it a blessing to
start again the progeny of light?

The hills are coming down.
I am engraving my pain on the bare trees.
My book has become a priest.

Satish Verma

Walked for a Long Time

The transgender poems
rip away the sacred day. Were you
projecting death to wait at the end of life?

Awakening was sudden
visiting the fear and fire. I ripen
in the beauty of water on the moon.

A star on the hawthorn
bleeds. The king wants to live again.
The bear and the barn were friends.

Satish Verma

In Eerie Silence

I will ask the god
one day, to meditate stalking the sun,
for a wish. This was my intermittent dream.

If you knew my irregular
beats, I would have implanted myself in amber.
I will love you for thousands of years.

You were evasive with
lip lock in the flames. The exoplanets
are increasing in numbers. I have no house.

Satish Verma

Untangled

Not a single word,
to sink the pain. Can you make a hole in
water? The waves grope. I cry to rescind.

I become my own path.
The pestilence teaches me a lesson.
Your body becomes a storm.

There was endless looting.
Trying to find my lost poems. I was
sick and not sick. Anxiety deathless.

Satish Verma

I Refuse to see Myself

When light goes at the
end of the day, the divine cremates
the unheard language of pain

Will you witness your
own fall? The erosion was complete
from the peak knowledge of self.

You suspect yourself.
Between you and me, adding and
subtracting I confront the equity.

Satish Verma