Revolutionary

Less-- yes more less
light arrived with abundance
of pain. Unhinged fear takes over.

Souls don't sleep. We
meet in the dark to wash the conscience
and think about eventuality.

What is attachment?
Lovers always suffer. You understand the
tormentor. Take off the skin.

Satish Verma

Savage Activism

Summing up life,
I wanted to rewrite the pain of earth.
Shocked apathy would cry.

Falling in love with yourself,
your hands had become shovels
to dig a deep trench without war.

I want you to look at me,
sans form and content. A cruel
thought starts playing with death for a poem.

Satish Verma

Circulatory Brings Distance

In your gold mirror your
image is coming black. You have a delusion
of deafening to leave this world.

You wanted space, claimed
by water. There was glitter in your
eyes of hidden dreams.

How to steal the moon
for a morning star. I will write
your name in big letters on the rock.

Satish Verma

Pain Always Moves

Nowadays words become
hollow, when no blood drips. Here
the caravan stops near the dried river.

Between arrival and departure
lies the big jungle on fire. A meaning
drops dead in the prayer to unsee pain.

You carry the burden of
last birth not to welcome the god absent
when the guests have arrived.

Satish Verma

Books are Opiate

I have shocked myself
mired in stanzas of my poems.
Even love was revengeful.

What do you want to convey
when you are changing the nouns?
Flesh was going to win the brain.

Buddha will be born again.
Will ask me to strip slowly to show
me cuts and bleeding wounds.

Satish Verma

Why do We Go Insane?

Will you kiss the
flower moon in the ambiance
of peace, when earth sleeps ?

I will ask the moon,
how old are you? A yellow lotus
laughs standing in mud to interpret life.

Think you must.
This light is within or outside. You always
walk with eyes shut to catch the god.

Satish Verma

New Equations

Bare-foot I go near
tomorrow. So much more than love,
poem in a poem trembles.

Like, aspen the goddess
tree, sharing the same root quivers.
There was no storm.

Setting aside the triviality
of daily life, I drag open the funeral
mask to see the mercury planet.

Satish Verma

What Limitations?

It was the last embrace
of creativity. I touch you to write a
fiction. Freedom comes with a slap.

Your life is in my poems.
Opens like a tulip. You make a
sweet voice, when you dip in me.

My threshold holds back
the agony, but toad stools jump to
sit on the mantle along with Buddha.

Satish Verma

Virtual Tragedy

When you move away from
yourself, the dream merchant rewrites.
story. Birds in flight stop.

Words and meanings collide.
No one was ready to write the name
of unknown. A collective suicide begins.

Would you read the unwritten
prayer on the wall of justice, when
God had failed in dispensing truth.

Satish Verma

An Ode to an Eagle

When you cross all
the limits, water dries up and
cloud weeps. Where was the moon?

You do what you want
to do. Even violence fears of
your storm and ship wrecks in tears.

Between life and death,
can you go through a hole? When
you are pinned, there is no blood.

Satish Verma

This is Sophisticated

What is your desire
when moon burns? Was it a myth
to entice you to become a mars alien?

Where was yester- pain
while picking the roses without
thorns? I want you to bite me again.

Is it psychological
when a ghost writes your name
on a blank paper to win tears?

Satish Verma

The Wounded Tale

My poem wants to read
you today. An abstract point has
uncanny entry in thoughts of wayfarer.

Too deaf to listen to the

voice of falling snow. I open the window
to see the moon talking to a black hole.

What a strange thing. A
friend wants to become my enemy.
Both sides of the truth were black.

Satish Verma

Motivated by Hate

The loud sound was
from conscious spirit. Ephemeral
was the war of legality.

This transcends the fear
waiting to happen for holocaust
to destroy the fertility.

Inferno will not burn
you. Your cult of undying, healing
fast, becomes the history of the iron pillar.

Satish Verma

Are you Mine?

The door to reach god
was the tomb way. It was closed.
Timeless you have to burn.

No morning song will
be loud. You have to touch the
shadows and kiss the footprints of death.

It was a bottomless
thought to repeat the hurts of tall
humans. Have you seen one foot entrance?

Satish Verma

Pulverization

To accept the uncertainty
was a mortal pain. Between life and death
there was a neutral god.

Who exactly said, it was
imminent. You have to know yourself.
Who tells what, only blood will freeze.

Everyday one meets death
to pay back the debt of living
while taking breath under the burning moon.

Satish Verma

Difficult to Come Back

It was all blood
burning the lake, when no human
thinks. You invoke a kind end.

A pure divine shrine
unmasks. I aver to worship you
again super massively

You are not my dust,
not my agni. Still the stars look
down to see my stolen gems.

Satish Verma

The Hermit of Palace

Upbeat-the brutal moon,
possessed of my love, makes the water
blue. We are drinking light.

A white horse jumps
into fire. This is insanity. A revenge of
tall fig trees to discover non-violence.

The colossus sleeps, afraid
of red ants. A black pain creeps into the
milk of feeding mothers. Son was not sun.

Satish Verma

Sharing My Agony

About the truth I don't
want it to be paused. This will abort
reality and fantasy will rule.

Will you become a lion
man or lion woman? Man eaters are
roaming the streets of the cities.

The meridian is holding
the power. Only kindness can wipe
off the dried blood from the walls.

Satish Verma

Translated from Love

What it was not, the answer
to an everlasting question.
Where are we going?

What was the abstract
of killing a song of the heart of the galaxy,
when the world was busy counting the deaths ?

Our assets turned violent,
the bandage was weak. Can you draw
the limits of alphabets?

Satish Verma

Life Rises Anew

Ingenuity will not
invite volatility. It was too good.
The naked moon takes revenge.

You embrace the suffering
and love the caress of nightfall.

You want a crash at the end once more.

Ah the smoke of some
burning pyre hurts you. Are you
afraid of white ash. From here phoenix rises.

Satish Verma

The Virtual Pain

Smelling the blood was a
craze of my hidden love of your
first thorn of broken heart.

I remember you should
not have been straight like a sea horse
swimming in water to bend the sea.

Your charity of thoughts
makes the water of your eyes muddy.
They had been making dirty bread.

Satish Verma

Torments of the Day

Your fear. It hovers,
filling the emptiness. Am I going
to knee, midway at the waterhole?

There was no difference
between humans and their ancestors..
Why does the man break? Put out the fire.

The beauty of darkness
invites the Orpheus. Can your
recitative will save us one day?

Satish Verma

Eternal Sufferings

A wilted thought of white
rose wants to have the smell of pink.
But blood would not agree.

Bigfoot intervenes. Pain
was forever. The moony separation
becomes green. Words cry.

Between fire and man
there was no fear of god who watches
the war of land and blood.

Satish Verma

No Love is Safe

This world is not
mine. Space was silent. The crop
is burning. You cannot hear the birds.

Sun writes graffiti
on the clouds. The black hole has a hissing
sound, so I start surveying the horizon.

We were talking. How
your body breaks. You were your
own enemy. Who brought partition of love?

Satish Verma

Bronze Meanings

To love completely I -
surrender my hate. You will come
to me walking through flames.

I was trying to learn
myself in high fever of earth. Was there
an enemy in the neutral zone of death?

What is that which does
not belong to you. Unhinged sky
and sea will clap the brains.

Satish Verma

Do Not Favour

I calculate the deaths
inconceivable to save the shame
of trembling poinsettias.

Sometimes I start
walking to reach the horizon
where the panther wears parchment.

What was the coercive
action of monks, who would
remain hungry till sun sleep?

Satish Verma

My Frescoes

Homeless mind
explores the meaning of the heart.
Pain was on its way.

Your voice lumbers.
I sent a balloon to god.
The figs ripen. We share under the moon.

There was a free fall.
I am going to jump on the spiders.
Take away my home.

Satish Verma

You Walk Alone

A transcendentalist
was rising to the ultimate truth.
The moon now starts unveiling.

I am grateful to
receive the grief. Every one
says, he was always right.

I have not deceived
the ants. They walk erect and
in a line to pay the debt.

Satish Verma

Spirit Rises

I will love you like
a moon-a new moon. Let's go
for a walk to put on the cologne.

My heart thinks. The
thoughts come and go. A sudden pain
comes like a tornado. Fog blurs the face.

Between life and death,
there was a thin embrace. Blood
writes the same name.

Satish Verma

Mel Cum Sale

When my hand strokes
a flame, the white ash will kiss
me. Were you savior of darkness?

Why low morale? Moon
will never say he was supermacic.
Icons were climbing down the trees.

The other side of the
pain was an evening song. Go Greek.
Life's struggles have no ending.

Satish Verma

The Nascent Fears

Real gods yet to be

seen. Ghosts are occupying the
temples. The earth simmers.

Brain fog. It is.
It is not. Just wearing the mask
to hide from the brilliant light.

Two moons leaving
the blue sky, came down to
search for the real truth of man.

Satish Verma