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

The Loud Silence

Pull a trigger for
a rapture. It is like a snake bite.
There is nothing more than a kill.

The shadow love follows
me without touching. We will not
exist tomorrow. God will not undo the religion.

The bee sting writes the
poem. Tone black head becomes
white. The blood wants to stop flowing.

Satish Verma

You Were a Fire

It was my love
embargo. After separation from you,
the passion went up. There was no other pain.

I decapitated my thumb.
The power soul stops me. The moon
ran rampant. It was dark.

This was a spacewalk.
Like writing death to the sun, who wants
to sit in the lap of Buddha.

Satish Verma

Dry Leaves Start Flying

Was it physical, when
you touched the heart? Why did
you leave something, which is a mystery?

My pain still lives
in the poems after refuting the desolation
of humanity. A crack bellows the fire

I was I am not. I
talk and talk to find the truth of
crying earth. Will it survive after its murder?

Satish Verma

Self-Destruction

When the dark rules,
the religion of the genome starts
evolving. You can donate dead sperms.

Be a vampire. There is
no ethics in becoming mad. Can
you fill in the holes of heart?

I seek new ecopain.
The lineage of ascent has
collapsed. I look into the volcano.

Satish Verma

Why Am I Me?

I will commit the
strength of love in rose buds.
There was an exodus of pain

Loud thinking. Your
future lives in your eyes. Dead
men start walking in haste.

I will refuse me. No
face making. Standing below a
palm tree, you win, and you fall.

Satish Verma

Hamlet Wants to Speak

Sometimes my hands
arrest me at night. I talk to myself to
make me reach the soul.

A poem springs from
the pain of heart. There was no
come-ness. I explore the black panthers.

I read Rumy, Pablo Neruda
and Khalil Gibran. Truth moves from.
one page to another. God shuts the eyes.

Satish Verma

Why Afterword

My ocean of love,
nobody knows from where it starts,
where it ends. It conceived a sun.

Cleopatra, why did
you go? The earthly pain still
comes up to begin the war.

You lift a song at the
door of a stranger to change the world.
But the world has changed you.

Satish Verma

In Silent Burial

This was the night of
torture. Why the sun went to sleep
in twilight? Black panther turns vulcanic.

Let us make a bargain.
A long deep grave opens the mouth
to receive the guests seeking justice.

If you think about a
myth of a flight in a moonrise,
nobody knocks at the door.

Satish Verma

White Vision

Faceless. Don't close
my sky. You know the moon has
a harsh place. Will you meet me in the dark?

Between a duck and the
wolf, the predator wins. I will not
need Shirley Temple now.

How not to die, when
every time the boat sinks without
water. Love was always mesmerizing.

Satish Verma

Drink Pure Water

An ageless curse bites.
You make it hard. O my pride,
I am changing the course of life.

A pinch of salt worsens
the taste of love. A knife kindles
the moon. The beads were falling.

The bullet has a cause.
You open the chest. Centuries get
ready for a moment of pause.

Satish Verma

In My Pain of Sun

When the emptiness
speaks to collect the noughts,
it was all time strange dying.

The blood was exiled.
No visible injury. Deep inside
a void was filled with weird sounds.

Honey bees learn adultery.
From one rose to another. Now I
want a temple of no gods.

Satish Verma

Meaningless Dreams

I don't understand,
what I muse. The legacies were
very rich for a long meaning.

Beauty and love, l
will read the Gita. Then comes a barren
truth in between the lies.

There was no fever. Still
the winter does not go. The candle
burns but no light at feet. Only sorrow.

Satish Verma

The Emperor Is Dead

Your language spins,
and you want to repatriate your
holy words. Nascent love opens the eyes.

The cruel pain comes
again and again. I was hunting
the wounded cobra and smelled fear.

What offends your heart?
I wanted justice for readers who
don't want the book of rebirth.

Satish Verma

When God Sleeps

It was modernism.
The wind blows above the wings.
Poetry shouts war.

An ocean pain spreads.
Weather beats the years. Like tangerines
you hallucinate red poppies.

You have taken away
my eyes, ears and tongue. I will
not run out the blood tears.

Satish Verma

Strange War

You had opened up
with a fragile body and collided with
the moon. Some pieces of light fell down.

Path of shattered glass
appears. Do you bleed without pain? Like
you lose a book in flowing tears?

I am glad death doesn't
come, even after the rain of missiles.
The screams are still coming from the graves.

Satish Verma

Milk Thistle Bends Head

Neutral in silent sounds
of war, to become immortal,
the heart will miss the beats violently.

Your hubris has pulled
down the savage sky. Now the flames.
will come to sing my poems.

Too painful for me
to eat hey. The thirst ignites the
candle to burn at both ends.

Satish Verma

Reckless Winds

Return to an old style.
I hold the breadth, crippled in
grip. No deterrence. I want your drink.

Let me become intro-
spective. I am god, creating moon’s
corona. Everyone looks schizophrenic.

Roses in summers were
sad. No color sticks. Only flowing
blood was red. Butterflies disappear.

Satish Verma

Verbatim

I will weigh the-
massacre of daisies in cluster
assaults by shrewd mercenary hands.

Walking miles to search
the light, when nazism was taking
birth in silence. Who will call Buddha?

In the throes of power
and disaster- the twins will play with
transparent integrity to define truth.

Satish Verma

To Find Was It True?

Think for yourself like
a god, and question me without
losing your cool. A pain after a pain-

After a wound. I want to go
titanic. Wish me a rose. Why do you ask
disturbingly about the price of honesty?

Were you true to yourself
while feeding others? Talking with black
moon ?Will your truth survive without religion?

Satish Verma

No One Loves You

Sometimes god dismembers
you. Your first love was what you
created. God tends to forget.

To love everyday was a
ritual. You burn an earthen lamp at
sanctum. Blue smoke was holy.

The dehumanization
was making the water red. I want
to dissect the truth to find an immortal.

Satish Verma

Who Was Ruthless?

Break yourself once
to know, what not to know. The
abstention was always better.

The nexus between star
and sun was deepening. Now in
darkness you will kiss belladonna.

Milkshade will marry
daisy. No one was an icon. We were
trying to find our image in broken mirrors.

Satish Verma

Sleeping In A Bunker

War and love, there
were no pure words. You move to
snatch me from the earth. Neo-fake!

Man always comes with
the matchet. You reply with flowers
to invite peace..No answers.

In your charisma, there was endless
death. From comedy to hemlock,
Socrates watches and turns the head.

Satish Verma

There Is No Center

Not manifest tomorrow.
No dominion. Give me back my
blue sky. I want to fly to the moon.

What is this pain? God
sneaks a look. There was no
death. Elements go and elements come.

To be born again. Here
is my broken spine. Still I stand
There is no truth without lies.

Satish Verma

A Star Has Fallen

The beginning of renaissance
bounded to sun. Nothing is left between
us. Time will not do any mercy.

No pain to hide I behind.
will or dreams. I am writing my
saga after crossing the woods.

My soul does not die.
O god I am like you. Cosmos
is my home. From where I come or go.

Satish Verma

Going In Void

Let your pain be mine
My hands drop things, even poems.
Simmering. No action taken.

Inaction will teach.
All my dreams are in your care.
The bell tolls for the stolen gems.

What is the state of your
mind. Do you hear the voices of knives?
I want to leave the blood intact.

Satish Verma

An Empirical Formula

The speeding light from
the sand hills was piercing. The
expansionism crumbles.

There was a need to
be undressed. I am haunted by unknown
voices coming from the moon.

Give me some paisa
to become rich. Poverty was my biggest
friend. Till now it walks like a lion.

Satish Verma