Wonderful Stones

You want to preserve the immortal
flame. Everything is to be left in the universe
when you close the door.

At this moment you
should be living with empty hands.
Only the metaphors would survive.

A little woman becomes a
goddess, wants to go into blue water
to search the rare living gems.

Satish Verma

Simply Watch

Faith was me. My poems
go wild, when you fly without wings.
Fame comes slowly at dawn.

You were a masterpiece
of my love. Unwritten in a secret book.
My courage has made you a jaguar.

We all are going to commit
suicide one by one to pay back the
debt of Eden garden.

Satish Verma

Some Good News

The grief was internal. I walked
on the burning lava and hot ashes. The beast
remains a beast, god walks away.

The moon rips the water.
It triggers a bizarre event of violent assault.
The volcano wants to take revenge.

The bodies of virtual
truths hung from the old fig tree.
Buddha was going to sit again.

Satish Verma

Watching Guernica Again

Honey love. East and West.
Assassination of no god, where the
bullet ends. The greed must die.

We sleep on the rose
petals, eyes half shut, dreaming of a
black hole, widening every moment.

Departure time. Are we
waiting for a famine? Can we make
a pure world? Can we swallow the tongue?

Satish Verma

Standing in Ruins

Distances are increasing
to strip quietly. I will act when
the time comes for the demotion.

My song comes from
a deep pit of burning coals, after
the death of truth. All the cicadas scream.

Can you write like me,
when the pen dips in blood to
forget the speech of god?

Satish Verma

There is Darkness

The breaths miss. I
look into your eyes. The natural
heart beats were losing the rhythm.

Would you go into the
gold mine? I started liking you.
Did you cross the boundaries of love?

Pain will not find you.
You come like a prayer. Moon's
ancestry has failed in the sun's path.

Satish Verma

Dips In Reverie

The brilliant moon is
calling again to undress in moonlight.
I need less than nothing.

No oblique questions.
It was a fake meme, transcended
to a traveler to find the mystic pain.

It hurts, it bleeds.
Break to the soul. An asteroid is going
to crash on the home of truth.

Satish Verma

To Unknown Lover

In the wake of loss,
as if you enter a Capricorn.
Maturity will kiss you.

Quietly the segregation
inside, makes you wet. Let me find
out. the cuts on the soul of pain.

Ah! the rub with spiky nibs
to write the memorable exchange
of heaven in dark eyes.

Satish Verma

Everything Flies Away

You want to violate
yourself. Counting the deaths one by
one. Bones break but flesh remembers.

I have not seen you
perfect. What was being? My pain
was omnipresent. You walk on the dead sea.

There was no pause
in the essence of love. Was it
beyond the acceptance of defeat?

Satish Verma

Without Faults

Under a bleeding sun,
let the amaryllis speak for beauty.
The saddest was the drag queen.

It was an extraordinary
thought to turn on the darkness for
a marriage of the gown moon.

The wiper waits. This
was the fight of the return of
consolation in the blue light of the eyes.

Satish Verma

Tasting Hawthorn

Sometimes you embrace
an invasion. What will you select
to die in the fire or snow?

Think again. Can we repair
the space between two minds? Palliation?
Once you tore through the flowers. Why?

Let me start from the beginning
of end. It was a bleak performance of
love. You were stranded in a mud slide.

Satish Verma

You Divide my Body

Light a candle. It burns
white in a black stormless garden
undressing the anger of water.

What do you do with
my poems? Where will the libido
go? Something has been left behind?

Ah, my friend, what is
relationship in a millennium ?Was it
a song to a lone nightingale?

Satish Verma

Waning Pain was Deep

You were an illusion .
O immortal. My myth explodes. The
agony rises. Make me sleep. I want you.

I want to squash the
moon's face between myjk palms. Will
you take me? You start crying.

Who was not hungry?
The words are disappearing. Only
the ghost voices cause the torture.

Satish Verma

Moon will do Nothing

Predators. I am hurt
easily. The fog covers the footprints.
Are you sure, I will scream?

Why is Pythagoras being
studied again like Einstein? Can you hold
the pain like an oleander winding up roses?

When the will and
award collide, crossing the sands,
Can you stay in water of words?

Satish Verma

Any Absolutes?

There is something in
pattern of politics. We were victims
of hornets. The venom proves-

The truth of life. Slaughter
houses are reality. You come out of the cave
like pure gold. A war between body and soul begins.

O necklace, O jewel, what
is the relationship between fire and
dewdrop? Was it worth dying?

Satish Verma

Rehearsal of a Call

Why lightning strikes
your pink lips. It was a unique hit
to challenge the brown eyes.

Under blue moon, the sex cult
was incomparable. I was to unfollow me.
Leaving the pain was a miracle.

When you shut your eyes,
the sky falls and the mountain melts.
The bridge automatically builds.

Satish Verma

My Edge Appears

You make a temple.
God dies daily. Where truth has
carried away my love?

The past year moans.
I don't want to go back to meet
myself. A neonist was needed.

Why your face was
unmooned? Why do I feel my faith
was exiled? Man was still imperfect?

Satish Verma

Why Insomnia?

The eternal pain exploited.
I don't belong to me. A hiatus breaks
the emaciated trust. I want to quote Socrates.

At night you come to
unroll the red carpet to dwell in my
tears, accosted by blind light.

Will you burn the past?
There was no dearth of bleeding.
hearts. Weeping willows start laughing.

Satish Verma

The Lilacs were Crying

You went mad, going
near the sun. I am nobody to behead
the moon flaunting my agony.

Who was the rounder
in the rose garden? Lying to yourself you
collect all the truths to burn on the street.

The blasted needles do
not work. Light sleeps in the holes of
my heart. What is white and black?

Satish Verma

Healed by Love

When the words end.
heart speaks It was a farewell. You
were sowing and reaper was harvesting.

It was the stampede of
thoughts. An obedience of morbidity.

The malady wins, eyes half-shut

My every poem enters
in you. The fluorescent light is
thrown on mistletoes. Long kisses wait.

Satish Verma

Lost in Black and White Eyes

An openness. It won't
last. I will burn day in, day out.
I will not bite your lips.
The scandal implodes.
The silence has no control on words
on wild mind. It is holocaust.
Why has love gone?
Centuries wait to be washed off
the crimes of Homo sapiens.

Satish Verma

I was Tired of Immortality

You lived in me.
Pure words. Passion changes the
climate, when death is in the care of flowers.

You are playing a
pivotal role to mix hate and love.
Meanwhile I search for the light in darkness.

Ah, grace was not enough
What is mercy? We forget our religion.
Can you recite the sacred mantras?

Satish Verma

Not Taking Revenge

In the blood red pain,
there is some nakedness. You wanted to
kiss, not as a penitent under the mistletoe.

Do not pledge after the
withdrawal, without a. haustorium. The
tears stand for the loyalty of fire.

Between the fever and the
medusae, the ocean has. a viceroyalty
to accommodate the venomous stings.

Satish Verma

World is Very Selfish

Terrified. Something great,
unknown of lips and kisses, chewing
bitter hawthorn. But we two think separately.

Years are becoming very
small. They're like jaguars without
hooves. I drink from your hands.

I was losing weight
of truth. The masses of glory are
no more first to leave the garden of bones.

Satish Verma

Enlightenment Comes Late

Deep gaping. For that
you go to eat fire like cassowary.
The dragonflies float to hunt the stars.

My voice will not die
after the call of the sky. Where is requiem?
Has the hate been buried in water?

I will survive with
kingfishers, though hurt in catching
the stones, while making a wall of flowers.

Satish Verma

A Revisory Argument

To happen and between
happened there was, a time to introspect,
hatching a cryptic ache.

Sitting on the rainbow in
morning, the importance of justice was
evident. But black clovers snatched.

I will repeat. The arc
was very long. Who hangs to commit
suicide in the showers of blessings?

Satish Verma

You Cannot Touch the Fogs

I have lived my poems.
The truth walks between knowledge
and existence. In split -second comes moon.

It filters the metaphysics
What pain I have, not asked for it.
The mud stream moves on to kill.

What my love was, to
do any sin. Make a red comet to
burn away my wax palace.

Satish Verma

Unclenched Hands

An insight explodes.
It was god's time. I will feel like
lighting a pyre to test the truth.

To come out of the gutter
and ask, did not I complete the
punishment to remain human?

Today the sunlight was pale.
I kissed the moon as if touching
the soul of a goddess. You smile.

Satish Verma

The Solace of Sadness

Pain of the day. I hurt
myself. You pretend. At first I slip.
Then the snowdrop bends me.

I will not break in
the sounds of love. You listen to the
fall of a vagabond moon in water.

The starved leaves whistle.
Will you talk with the wind? You hear
the voices of the body in hollow land?

Satish Verma

To Die for Something

Carrying a pillar of
pain, I stand before the sun. The
dementia fails to spoil me.

What is the pathology
of flesh between the souls? Can we
count the steps of spiritual scream?

Picture was horror-struck.
The muse looks beyond the veil
that was covering the inferno.

Satish Verma

Death was not Safe

Endless, this was a
romantic murder, in the orchard
of berries blue, black and red.

The prophets will not
return. I will carry fireflies in
my folded hands for the rival darkness.

The pain deepens. Community
was disintegrating. Newborn words
try to overrun. I look at the stars.

Satish Verma