Sun Doesn't Want to Rise

The wreckage of old
hurricane carries the culture of
memorial stop. The water will start rituals.

When do I speak the
truth on point that you go to read
Gita? But why does the mirror crack?

Pain was racial. The
shadow changes the profile. The dead
bones become alive in the rains.

Satish Verma

Slaying Demons

When your faith reveres
a pagoda, I become Buddha, and
I am ready to leave the palace,

Talking to my ancestor
I open the book of flames, when a ghost
lady burns herself alive to pay homage.

If you are truthful, I will
place commas again and again
before making you a goddess.

Satish Verma

My Toast Burns Again

This was the treatment.
You were not interested in giving
the answers, while stepping down in water.

Something falls to tell. It has
brought the recession into our eyes.
Can you see beyond the horizon?

And the excellent result
of selling the death of last truths
making you rich. Why god will never laugh?

Satish Verma

Dead Pains

I will search you in
moonless nights by poem power
to locate your golden words.

Between a thing and thang
thoughts come. The long arms of
adoration do not want to kill unspoken love,

The arrival of the moon cools
the burning questions in my fists.
I will not say why I was red.

Satish Verma

Tomorrow is Mine

Every star wants to become
a Sappho. I sit in the dark to listen to an
intruder. How long you will not sleep?

The savage has no
prudence. You will not bring a smile
on my face. Who was killing a killer?

This was an epic torture.
I will give you a kiss of venom.
There was no death, no living.

Satish Verma

Trauma Every Day

In a ring of fire, you
drink from my hands. Are you happy?
I asked my lover one day.

It is very easy to blame.
I try to make you forget your wounds
Stop the murder of dreams.

Where was the pond of
blood? I want to count the nails
and invite rare amnesia.

Satish Verma

What is Immortality?

After a mortal blow,
the ulnar nerve believes, I don't
exist in your swaying poems.

The silence has a
music of unheard pain Contemporary.
blood has a different color.

Hide the meaning of
human. It deeply moves you. There was
no mood of declaring, god was truth.

Satish Verma

Sacrifices

Love comes on tiptoes.
You were eating one moon everyday.
The Rose garden was haunted.

Who was hungriest on
this starving earth ? The massive gorges
the stars. The weakest spits venom.

You don't want to taste
the blue salt of a lake. It was becoming
red in the dark setting sun.

Satish Verma

Viscosity

You see me, once more
impacting the rhyme. I am writing
dipping my pen in blood.

Don't come from the
future. This moment breaks like the
egg and a snake comes out.

Oh sun you have to
still live in the womb of darkness.
Science, philosophy and religions have failed.

Satish Verma

In Short Life

One day a romper will
become a pawn. Good to see
you resurrecting unforeseen.

Just lift my poem.
Your body of glass reflects
the pain. I was done.

We had fallen in love.
The portraits start playing in
the house of vipers.

Satish Verma

Describing Life

At sunset, dancing duo
above or below the sword, you are
getting ready to sit on the pyre.

I am opening the door
of love, to cultivate empathy.
From where comes the god?

You break down when
you walk in sleep to find a true
friend who can talk to the dead.

Satish Verma

Pain Opens the Gate

I try hard to lie, but
cannot. Truth starts making blue spots
on limbs. I start stammering.

How long you will remain
pure. I want to erase my name from books.
The bell rings to go to hell

All night I want to read
unwritten sermons which will snuff -out
the candle I will flicker, will not.

Satish Verma

Rebelling in Dreams

Somewhere a part in
the good dies. You rise above the
mundane to cut the rope painlessly

The key to happiness
was lost. I searched for the tiger.
in water. Solar eclipse was near.

I feel your movement,
though not near me. I cannot see
your sound creeping on my body.

Satish Verma

How to Survive

Can there be a happy
end? Touch my inner wound, before
you put your hand on my shoulder.

Fat burns when you
don't speak for earthen lamp's pain.
It is too dark to write in tears.

O pain how much you
want to forget the trauma of love.
The roses will not take bribes.

Satish Verma

Throw Something at Twilight

Verbatim. I will repeat
a note from the unknown. No one knows
the truth. Creativity faints in the cauldron.

Can you destroy the ism?
A lie becomes a transgender enduring
the swaying brain fog.

Like the butterflies a short
span to live. The moral failure
wins, You lied the predator will eat grass.

Satish Verma

You are Giving Away

Love is queer? You
ask the moon in dark light. I don't
want to bleed before my eyes.

Life slows down and
the sun runs fast. The alliance
breaks down. Any other star.

The wailing earth has
no choice. Terrified. Why the human
beings are changing skin and tongue.

Satish Verma

Don't Inhale the Gas

Transhumanism. Are
you ready to beat tomorrow, or not
to beat to alter the status of love?

An anguished blade
of grass stands in the hot sun to keep
the storm away. The rain will come.

You fill the eyes with
water to become avenger. Why
don't you want to live and marry death?

Satish Verma

Where do I Live

Today the poem is of
airborne symphony. The love comes
in an old home, when you open your eyes.

Where has spring gone?
I was asking about all the rose gardens.
You wanted to appropriate my words.

You want to float a ship
without water. How it is possible that
all the songs should be buried in blood.

Satish Verma

Who Wins

Only one life is
sufficient to do nothing. The
path between two hearts never ends.

I want to understand
me, who was clever in the power
to govern the invincible god.

You want to pray
in the ruins of riches. Ultimately
it is the poverty which builds the temples.

Satish Verma

Ageless Journey

Would you meet my
colorless profile? My spirit swims
with a snake in water.

No one dies. This was an
unborn soul to find a partner.
There was no immigrant pain.

Can you read a no poem of
wordless love? I will confess to
a fallen angel in ash.

Satish Verma

Air Writes on Clouds

When the moon blisters
in resilient mode, between land
and water, you enter the smoke.

Whereas the sun stands
still, the earth has to pay a debt. The
border burns in the war of candle and storm.

The secret science of.
love gives a moral touch. It should
not be a murder and the fall.

Satish Verma

No Pyre Speaks

Is it not queer
repudating to invade the riveting
image of whirlpool of spilled milk?

No complaints. I don't
keep a sharp razor. My poems
always burn the residual integrity.

Charity for every one.
Who distributes the venom? Cobra
doesn't want to kill like god.

Satish Verma

Light does Not Matter

I have my own doubts.
Emulating the heart of broken doors.
All poems look black.

The moon will smile
I collect all the fireflies to play with me.
But the light won't move.

Can you mend the fractured
roads? I will invoke a human torch.
to ignite all the pagodas.

Satish Verma

Before Sleeping Pills

Sleepless you pine for the
afterlife before dying for a cause,
the generosity of our times.

A beauty was collecting
pine needles to stitch a heart, broken
by way wards of rituals.

Don't belittle the love.
About the author I don't know, when
he was born with liquified poems.

Satish Verma

Fall and Death

The space between
inside and outside was absent.
Education fails.

What is the door made
to guide a life? The tears can
not melt the rocks.

Here the pond is not
deep. You cannot bury the temple
of a broken god to sleep on a mirror.

Satish Verma

I was Lonely

Immaculate, when the
copper gods live with half-deads,
the gold freedom brings disaster.

It was enough. I cannot
calculate the runaway wealth. Do you
ever think, where you keep your words?

Between true and false
the stones melt. The dust would not die.
Positively insane, the pain goes private.

Satish Verma

Ceremony of Darkness

When you don't understand
me, I make new words in the river
of flowers. Why was the fury?

When the mountain falls,
your love caves in preserving the
pain of separation. Invisible?

What should I do? The
call of the cricket appears more and
less beyond the bitterness of man.

Satish Verma

Most Secret Suffering

What for? Will you encounter
yourself to find the faults of you. You
want to change the route of destiny?

My unknown pain is
still unborn. You cannot change the
rout of a shivering body.

Anything to forget?
Do you ever think of soul. Gathering
of thoughts has started. It is pure my sorrow!

Satish Verma

Acoustics

I take the onus to kill
my tears. Let the rose garden burn
to send you perfumed clouds stealthily.

Impunity may prevail.
You sign your death warrant to
give a white pardon to black bears.

Why the moon is trending
in a different manner. I was livid
tonight not to see any honeymooners.

Satish Verma

And the Sky Descends

Continuity persists
You want to put your price in every
event. I reduce my cost before the sun.

Some part dies in me
daily. Who breaks the surface
of water to sink my boat?

Was there any limit
of animalism, in genocide of
innocents going back home in dark?

Satish Verma