Your Self Deception

Hundred knives come
out, when a punitive love comes of age.
This was material revenge.

A visual blame throws
at your self-respect. You wanted equality
in hate. The cat jumps on the moon.

To whom I talk, and share
about my unhealing wound? This was
a transitional death. I love bleeding heart.

Satish Verma

Near the Walls

I think, again I think, not
a cheat to make a better, another
world. God, will you oversee?

My assets are truths,
existence and pain. A talented man
remains a fool to become a leader.

You do not want to become
something. This will draw a boundary.
A flying bird will not stop anywhere.

Satish Verma

Concealing Metaphysics

The man cannot become a
tadpole. The ocean has dried up. Who
opens the big mouth? Black hole?

It gorgonized the grass.
Dew drops were searching the
blue eyes of a fallen goddess.

After Vedas where the
truth would live in a script written on
the heart of a failed god?

Satish Verma

Universal Fall

Sitting at my window,
the moon will mutate into full love
to give me a vulcanized pain.

The storm will snuff
the earthen lamp. You will not kiss
the poet to find the hidden mystery.

The doorkeeper stops
the sun. Everything is not wrong. You
want to erode the lie in darkness.

Satish Verma

My Incompleteness

Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole.

Satish Verma

Meticulous Gothics

Between lie and truth, let
me celebrate my mindset after killing my
consciousness, I am going to become a vagabond.

The artless love freaks out.
There was always a full stop after the
moon's death. Do you hear the weird thing?

History walks again on the sun path.
Between blood and bones of faith, war begins.
The myth will not explain the unexplained.

Satish Verma

Embrace The Harm

This was an elegy for a
fallen tree. Salt of my body collects on
the skin. An aphrodite walks on the bloody trail.

The daughter of the moon
cries gently. Under the snow storm,
what was the legacy of hiding the sun?

You rise like a volcano
to engage me. Put the thoughts in
mind-space to communicate with your soul.

Satish Verma

Under My Poems

In an intrinsic space,
the striker comes fast. An intrigue chapter
begins. Moon was taking a bath in the lake.

I survived the big bleed.
My taste wants blood berries and bruised
hearts to write a poem to become a prayer.

The flames cover the
madness. The horror speaks. Everything
was not written in the book.

Satish Verma

Perverted Game

The stress blooms Magnolias.
I am an avid observer. When trees sing
the words of my poem become flowers.

Frequent pains arise. I
think nothing for a while. Is it my world?
I imagine going to another planet.

I suddenly called you.
Your bowl shaped eyes are filled with tears.
Are you asking me to drink a cup of hemlock?

Satish Verma

Dark Charisma

The non-existent love
was neutral. Honeybees still go to
collect the pollen from the lips of flowers.

The arrival was short lived.
I pay for the round eyes, then break
inside. There were no tears to solve the enigma.

Pillars of exhaustion. Still
getting ready for another war. The
fingers have the virgin drive.

Satish Verma

Read My Hunch

It was the political hunt
beneath the words. Inflation comes in
the blue ego is invisible.

I am searching my
pain in your eyes. O god when the
moonlight will kiss the roses?

Be simple. Be in the
glory of flowing lava of your heart.
I am happy, I am nobody.

Satish Verma

Litmus Test

The boundary has a
solid border. The wind plays tennis.
My beautiful Venus wears thick clouds.

Bimarian, I taste
the waters of Almighty, red and blue.
Who is testing me? Is it love?

What is the difference
between the moon and sunrise? Only
the sparks will tell the nature of love.

Satish Verma

A Beautiful Halt

I am disturbed. Restless mind.
When the peace will come to sleep
under the heat of bigotry?

You will find calligraphy
of pain. Beautiful in twilight after
the red drops come from white clouds.

Do you think white masks
help in, when you are forced to
see the dunes of black hawks?

Satish Verma

Oh My God

I do nothing except
to forget the footprints in the dark.
Light in you, light in me.

I was in you and you
were in me. Love belongs to everyone.
Are you floating under the water?

Do you want to escape
from nonexistence, to find god
hiding behind the prayers?

Satish Verma

Light Burns In Me

Again studying moral
philosophy. You were washing the eyes.
O half love, take off the gloves.

It kills me. Unmasked
moon has a message to deliver,
of divine tragedy. I start my epic saga.

I am cooling the cinders.
They are making holes in the heart. Blood
has dried on lips. It was inferno.

Satish Verma

In My Reading

Carnivores bring
diversity. The end of horizon
was visible. Do you rub your hands?

The sadness appears
at the surface of the sea. The earthen
lamps sink. Tonight moon will not come.

Listen to the falling
star on the horns of a stag. Who
had become a prey of jaguar?

Satish Verma

You Were Different

My life was beyond the
self to search you. The world moves
when you crash into my poems.

Mind swirls in a salt lake.
A star was becoming taller than me.
I was an anonymous lover.

I turned into a swaying
tree. No sweet mangoes. Someone
laughs. We were eating stings with honey.

Satish Verma

Open Your Wounds

This was a benign
separation, to meet in the dead sea-
one day. The white veils had red spots.

Is it the beginning of
voracious end in broad daylight? Smoke was
coming from a deep heart.

I share the sage bush
to give a pungent smell, like a saint
giving the thoughts to spikes.

Satish Verma

Untouched Bites

Like eating a smoked fish,
you put up bizarre questions. This is my
moon to swallow the venom.

The weary legs carry
the burden of a bruised body, breathing
still, but I feel the dead flowers of Petunias.

The bronze goddess comes
out of a temple to disperse the black days.
For you the stings will come.

Satish Verma

All's Well in Twilight

Pardon my Alter Ego.
My poems fall like snow from the
eyes like jewels of thoughts and tears.

The words deem meaning
of about turn. Each truth cries. I will
go away with light in lonely sky.

A nameless pain takes
revenge. Why do we start the beginning
of living burial in the dark lake?

Satish Verma

Would You Help Me?

You lift me like air.
I float in your red eyes
for lovely pain.

You introduce me to
tears, with hybrid blood. Will we
ever sleep on the eye lashes?

It breaks the heart.
A burning embrace of torches to read
the last death of black love.

Satish Verma

Were You Hungry of Raw Truth?

An apparition cultivated, was
a treason? You started brewing the light in
front of me impacted.

Very close to the moon
exquisitely? What do you see beyond
the end? Why did you turn into a beast?

Who will raise the voice
against the watchman of heaven? Will you
shed the penultimate ornaments?

Satish Verma

Is it Beautiful?

Complicity was nude
Glass windows always betray the
contours of truth. Pain starts screaming.

The silence has many
roots. Why were you born in this
century? Afternoon was cool in black sun

The paradox of wordless
reality has many shades. Religion and
crimes have come nearer. I will stop praying.

Satish Verma

Cannot Stop the Tongue

Tell yourself to seek
the eternal truth walking into darkness
of domes. Where we faltered?

The solitary moon was
sad. All the stars were edging impatiently
to jump into the black hole.

Will you test the depth of
burning cauldron of the sun ready to
say that we will never die.

Satish Verma

Cannot Stop the Tongue

Tell yourself to seek
the eternal truth walking into darkness
of domes. Where we faltered?

The solitary moon was
sad. All the stars were edging impatiently
to jump into the black hole.

Will you test the depth of
burning cauldron of the sun ready to
say that we will never die.

Satish Verma

Walking in Shadows

Undressing the moon
clouds want to kill the lovebirds.
I cross the vision for a nuance.

This was a paradigm.
Why are things disappearing?
Mimicry will not like poetry.

Like Mimosa pudica,
you shrink in a blast to get a tattoo.
The sparrows find the lost homes.

Satish Verma

I Am Water, I Am The Bank

What ignites you when
snow falls on your eyes and you start
seeing the nightmares of fire.

Still pain. What you begin
to feel. Temple was black. Inside
the jewels sit as golden moons on walls.

You look different now.
What your vision will tell. Mountains
are walking on the bodies of humans.

Satish Verma

Love was so Thick

Lungs ago, you were a
priest of ancient gods. Now you want to
sleep in a beautiful sarcophage.

You feel as if somebody
gropes you when you sleep, but forgetfully
a dot comes in between. Was it misconduct.

Unsealing a lotus flower,
when the poet sits on the coiled cobra.
After all you were also a creator.

Satish Verma

Can you read Geeta?

Do the words fight?
Abide by the amber. Ornaments
are ready. Humanness suffers.

You don't need a whip.
I was anorexic. The king had to
walk gingerly on the cupped hands.

The sun stands against
the wall. The purple moon will not
sit at the feet of light.

Satish Verma

I was Afraid

My mind was numb. Hologram.
I want to hold the wheel of the sun.
Something breaks in your heart.

It was an icy pause.
A butterfly dies in my closed hand.
The watcher understands the apathy.

Where is the pain of
separation? Could you burn like the
moon? I want to shut out tomorrow.

Satish Verma