Message to No One

Capricious, you go
with the sun between edge and
curves. Your face becomes weightless.

Underneath the wall
I pretend to have my body buried,
when I was punished for telling the truth.

An ode to unseen
history that speaks in piece meals
of the slaughter of all moons.

Satish Verma

The Candle Breaks

The stone has no
gender. Only meltdown will wash
its body. Who was insidious of you?

Between the patriarch and
catnip, lynx eyes win and the lens
become volatile to explode Himalayas.

What you love has
the sparks. It is awful to sign
black berries on your heart.

Satish Verma

Gypsy Pain

My pearls come back
with tears. You seem poised to play
with stings. Moon annexes with Venus

Small things leak the
Sufferings. The besieged conscience
cannot decide to die or to live.

Are you going to burn
the river to save the renaissance,
to run the philosophy of living.

Satish Verma

Unborn Visions

Vicious, we are going farther
from each other to sensationalize
the sting of a rare kiss.

An algorithm makes a
new pattern to live. When you
come I like walking moss.

The white ash gives
birth to who you are. There was
only one book which broke the centuries.

Satish Verma

When Buddha Walks In

Standing on edge
names are slipping and unraveled.
History revolts. You don't speak.

The idea of slavery
prevails. You run after the thrown
coins. Metals glare from the eyes of dying.

The fall was expected.
Someone goes insane. By contrast
an old god becomes a child.

Satish Verma

Knock on my Door

I tell the suffering,
you were too sincere. Without
ears I listen to the voice of void.

Scatter the tears on
rose petals. I learn the shock of
weather, when vision is lost.

What happens when
you walk in water to kiss the
bottom of the sea only your hands are visible.

Satish Verma

Who was the Untouchable?

The pain waits for ever.
Nothing to ask, nothing to give.
You make a house of glass to be transparent.

The sculptor sexualizes
the stones by carving a beauty of
ancient human walking undressed on land.

A truth be unwrapped?
The stigma will not allow the flies
to sit. The fruits will never come.

Satish Verma

For a Perfect Life

A running poem was
condemned to die. I will not change
the route. You know the art of breathing last.

Uneasy, you never returned
for confession. The fear eats away
like a virus. You belonged to me.

No strings. We are tied
by sacred words, like swans. We
are intertwined by necks to stay alive.

Satish Verma

Cruel Rise

Amphibious. My pain
wants to go into exile. My home
was becoming a museum.

A devil lives in every
one, brandishing a knife. The
rose flowers are hurled on the dead

Unassuming you dig
in heels; Why does the moon stare
at you, when you shut your eyes.

Satish Verma

Unwrap the Moons

Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?

Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.

Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.

Satish Verma

What is Empathy

One day you will
walk out after ruining the past.
I am building a statue in your heart.

Difficult it was of
dying again and again for racial
marking. When the genocide will stop?

The words are becoming
poor. After the violence only
smoke will tell the meaning of slaughter.

Satish Verma

Why the Ganges Weeps?

Share my charity.
I have become poor after rejecting
the shining star of the galaxy.

You cannot dissect
the sorrow of earth. The world
is very sick and sad.

How will you bridge
the burning river? The space
was less to place the bodies in lines.

Satish Verma

Drop the Curtain

Halt the light now.
I will belong to you later at the
execution of black moon.

How will you manage
the blood of the lonely sun after
the beheading in twilight?

Don't print anything
on the cover of life's book. Inside
you will find the soul painted by flames.

Satish Verma

Hope Lives

Why delete the conversion
of the spark. Let it begin the fire.
The scarring will remain till eternity.

The callus is forming
between your pain, my pain. The
alephs are trying to make peace.

The footfalls of a
stranger will come at midnight.
light will be coming back home.

Satish Verma

Your Mythology

Why do you need to
become a fish? You want to jump
out from the water to die in seconds?

A solitary cult was
ready to dismember the art of living.
Broken hearts collect at sunset.

How far will your pain go?
The lips are not ready to sip
the venom of your foes.

Satish Verma

Was it Abrogation?

Do I live for virginity
after a wild kiss of a blue flame?
I had snatched you from the fig tree.

Why was there apartheid?
You had mingled with tears after the
rape of truth. I want to shrink now.

Money will not matter.
I will start collecting emeralds
after the nightstand. It was sedated.

Satish Verma

There was no Sorrow

It is a moonday to
lift you again. My pain steps down.
The art of healing begins.

First you nibble my
hand, then resurrection takes place
You play well in deep hurts.

Try my patience. It
is my thirst. I inhale the sacred
smoke of a ceremony to die again.

Satish Verma

It is not Over

You live in my body
intertwined. When I touch the sun,
our souls start burning.

The dark clouds loom
large. How to carry zero to make us
rich to ripen our life in the flames?

Grief has a big value.
Can you market it in this bleeding
world, when the full moon hangs?

Satish Verma

A Pure Murder

You were too nascent
to understand a hominin. This is
called a reverse evolution.

You reached the pyre to see
the curse prevailing after the massacre
of the other side to become an iridescent star.

No one dies in books.
This was my imagination. You can walk
on my property of love and tears.

Satish Verma

Becoming You

Your kiss was in the air
only. Who stood up to the storm? No
gaffe. There was no art in execution.

Great slips. Given by you
the pain is not mine. I buried my
thoughts near the water bank.

Was there any quantity
of brain? Were you sorting out
death in life? Don't nudge the tears.

Satish Verma

Who had the Inhibition?

You cannot count my
sufferings, when I meet lull in zero
holding the infinity of love.

My tethered poems want
to fly away to fill the void of my
sky. Trivialities tend to stop me.

Reading you I want to
sleep with thorns. Who was not
pitiless and who was brutal?

Satish Verma

Pain to Pain

The wick was forbidden
to burn. Creativity was checked
by manpower for god.

Cleavage was accurate.
The visitors come and go. At sunset
the explicit beauty weeps.

The cheating continues.
Reparation brakes. The bricks
are falling one by one from the temple.

Satish Verma

You Stay for a Stranger

I don't have my home.
Our war was not decisive. My
words would protect you with ripples.

Later on narcissism harbours
pain. You unveil the roofless house.
Black birds would come to drop.

The mirror shows the Acheels
heel. How will you dance when the moon
comes to congratulate your collapse?

Satish Verma

Every Man is a Word

When you forget to
cross the darkness, the moon
declares not to come again.

When your consciousness
leaks, you think separately. In minuscules
the nuance opens the window of pain.

When my love assembles all
the venom in, my lieu of bites, my
colour slowly turns blue.

Satish Verma

Quarter Life Weeps

From the end I start
writing because the beginning
never begins. Poetry betrays.

It is like love. It
never ends. The time sucks the
distance. Your eyes break the heart.

No god is in near
conversation. Deaf and dumb
speak with pain of earth. She burns silently.

Satish Verma

When Ocean Burns

I drill a wall of crime
The love birds want to come
to shake the legs of truism.

The label of philosophy
suffers. What was essential to live
in peace without blood forever?

Do you make a room
of embraces? Religion always
drags you to taste the dust.

Satish Verma

This is My Poem

A sea anemone watches
the expanding bank of turbulent
water to stretch the full moon.

Traveling to no place,
I ask the ash and smoke to go up.
Was there any cure of heart pain?

Who will let go now the
speechless? I want only prayers of
immigrants to hide the sun.

Satish Verma

Time Takes Revenge

Altered footprints.
Don't be proud. Like an immersive
moon floating on the black sea.

The hate crime prospers.
I open my sacred books. The
greatest thoughts are wiped out.

My school is dead.
A barren land is producing
euphorbia and sadness.

Satish Verma

Stroking the Fire

You drink marijuana
and become Orpheus. You are still
alive though dead long back.

Was it serendipitous?
You burn every book and read the
ash and agni. Nightingale sings.

When you look outside,
you are searching inside. The creator
becomes creation in the temple of god.

Satish Verma

You Need Charity

The curse rebounds,
like a raccoon you want to wash
the victim in pure water.

You turn to be on
the top of names, but cannot
sell the privacy of red blooms

Sit under a palm
tree. It throws very small shadows,
but will remind you of sanctity.

Satish Verma

What the World Needs?

My mind burns very
fast. Not to see my own body, like
a sardine, laid as if it was my last birth.

This was an atmosphere
of abandonment. You cannot stop
yourself from seeing bloodbath everyday...

Let me share the sorrow
of the moon and the Bo tree. Can you

block the end times O god?

Satish Verma