My Holy Mistakes

The Moon was disappearing
like a runaway. How much you
will take in from my last words?

I was not wrong, seeking
emancipation from your chains. No
grievance. I will not look from your eyes.

O god, the weather is uneasy.
I wanted the sun to come out of the water.
The night was chasing me.

Satish Verma

Why Roots are Dying?

My descendents would
be my poems to see the mad world
and complain to the unknown almighty.

When I walk on the
cinders, your flames would be faithful.
Words have become immigrants.

The spectators want to
shut their eyes. Curare will take the
responsibility to clean the floor.

Satish Verma

Under Black Stars

Predators are on prowl.
I was searching my home with
a peacock feather.

Books are empty. I start
thinking. Shut the windows. Will
wait for light to open the door.

The compass will not work.
I will tear the heart. I can do anything.
To find my path or offer the blood to the moon.

Satish Verma

No Good Reasons

I am changing, not
fractious. This was a mystic feel
of talking with muted god.

The stealing power snubs.
Why the protester needs an ally to
unravel the unwritten prayers.

Ah the snobbish light
perceives the darkness to understand
socratic sermons. Why I will suffer?

Satish Verma

You were my Adversary

The other side of your
face also makes me insane, when
you walk without legs O moon!

My love was pure, never
paused. Virus leaves the footprints.
Fever comes and fever goes.

Attention ! At the door
stands a watchman. I will pay all my
debts, and turn back to swim.

Satish Verma

There was no First

Do you hear the inner
voice of earth to begin the ploughing
of blood to reverse the death?

Stop accumulating the knowledge.
It makes you dwarf. Read daily my mind.
You cannot catch the light to put in your pocket.

The end does not make you
conscious. The variants will come
daily. A natural fall is always beautiful.

Satish Verma

A Strange About –Turn

My each answer stands
alone for a million questions. Blood-bath
begins under the Bodhi tree.

My hands are flawless.
Hold only the pen to defend a dying
tree of knowledge. Mountains crumble.

A happy mind embodies
the prelude of coming with an environment
of massive awakening of others' pain.

Satish Verma

In the Evening

Will it be an insult
to my evergreen master, if I want to
live in my extra infra pain.

The resilience was
like a pine, which always was pricking
on land or standing in deep water.

Ask the sparrow, when
she comes back in the evening.
Would she bring the food for babies?

Satish Verma

Before I Sing

You have let him
down. I have not reached anywhere.
The wheels stop. There was no water.

In articulation you
will cry all night. I invite your nature.
The silver line will become shy.

A bloodshot moves. The
words want to wear the thorns.
No one wants to defend the wounded.

Satish Verma

I Will Undo

I am at peace, after
illuminating your name, while
crossing the river.

Months bleed, when
I count the days. Priceless pain
demands the answers.

After all your eyes were
veiled. Moon becomes my
neighbor to console me.

Satish Verma

How you will see the Moon?

The liquid mirror of
your eyes was in poverty of love. Where
goes the happiness of lava?

You will not sink
in a burning volcano. I cannot share
the death of the dancing sun.

The ignorance was tango.
I will collect all the predators of the butterflies
and start removing the red spots.

Satish Verma

No Motion

Do not look at the eclipse.
I am badly hurt. I will not call the
hangman to complete the job.

What not to eat your words.
Like radiation they enter the bones.
The placenta twists. A dream dies.

Claustrophobia. I will
not break the walls. Do you know bricks
ripen in the furnace. I will burn the door.

Satish Verma

Blackness of Light

A fake truth sells itself
wielding immense power. What happened
to me. I am afraid of myself, my hands.

It was time. Want to do
penance for others sins. World was
very cruel. People roam as predators.

Pain moves house to house.
You start finding faults in your books.
Who did malign the pure moon?

Satish Verma

Zen Shuts the Eyes

You were searching yourself
in the empty home. The windows were
silent to mend the disaster.

I collect the soft love
of elites and start removing
the signs of hate to burn the flames.

No one was murdered
in words. It was the complete silence of the
truth which sends you to hell.

Satish Verma

Lockdown the Cure

You can fume over
the fall of the unknown for fringe
benefits. My fever was rising in the moon.

The grief enters my
poems quietly. Sun comes and disappears.
Too late to understand, love was an Agni.

When I cannot speak,
the words go on the fire. The truth turns
into ash. Green trees will not give fruits.

Satish Verma

Purify Me

I got you incomplete.
You did not finish the saga.
Who rescinds the god's order?

A coma alters the truth.
I am bewildered, how to reach you,
putting off the unwritten song.

The candlestick is bending.
A cyclone was ready to blow off the light.
My candle burns in all colors.

Satish Verma

No Negativity

The virgin blue lake
calls the flying seagulls. It was very
deep, but less than the pain of a poet.

The water leaps to
catch the moon. No dance of flames
to drink the hemlock of the love.

I have lost my appetite.
There are luminous gems on my
smoking hands. I will swallow the sun.

Satish Verma

In Empty Hands

Writing on the skin
of time, my scroll will tell you
the enigma of centuries.

I belonged to the depth
of your eyes. You will not read
the parchment of love.

Lady of ash flies
in the air to embrace the creator.
Yet I am not your opus.

Satish Verma

Black Roses

My mornings burn
to finish the work you had left
to open the door of blood and silence.

With pen, paper and thoughts,
jasmines still wait to be smelt.
Whistle will not go today.

Surrealism. Looks I
am non-existent. Sometimes
words disappear. My eyes bleed.

Satish Verma

Gruelling Descent

Cheating on the god,
sit with me for a song. I will clean
the ethnic blood of undying pain.

Time to leave my wounds
and walk away to an ocean of love,
to forget the carnage of the sky.

You have not given me
as such. O my god, where I have
made hundreds of temples for you.

Satish Verma

Buried in Wall

It was my grief.
And why did you start crying silently?
Do you know how honesty was killed?

Nothing was stable.
The protesters were holding back tears.
How many hangmen had come?

Grey people in black, will
come to condole the slaughter
of grass owners.

Satish Verma

Natural Tears

It takes two to start
the war like tango. A path to run
the power. Eternal truth was under test.

A happy end of the preamble,
but my book starts burning on its own.
The candle starts melting without Agni.

Would you walk with
Buddha? I suddenly saw the truth of pain.
The sorrow was a bliss.

Satish Verma

Abstract of Tears

Give me a cleaver.
Bifurcation begins. You create alienation
to tear into moon sans clothes.

It was a May Day.
The riskiest game. The smoke fills the
eyes and reptiles start moving.

Earth is trembling. It was
your maiden flight. You cannot try
to make new sacred temples.

Satish Verma

The Mystic Path

I want to romanticize
to begin with the lies. You speak farther
when planets were dismembering.

Who cares for the deepest
pain of truth, behind the tears and sorrow
for selling the bitter love.

I had lost myself under
the Niagra effect of your vital presence.
Gradually all the stars are disappearing.

Satish Verma

In Quietude

Let me take back your
passion. Give me not, your love.
O moon, I want you.

Was this a ruinous unlocking?
Tell me how you will mend the
broken terracotta?

Was it a backflip to
amuse your benevolence? A giver
never begs for a funeral.

Satish Verma

Our Resistance

Before you fall, the
ascent comes first. The glory moves.
the world. But the chilled midriff collapses.

Time will never be your
servant. You pretend to be intimidated
and you take revenge. I become your god.

Between you and me
there was no pause. I pay my debt to you
daily. There was no other colosseum.

Satish Verma

Moods Killed

Wound sounds are deepening.
It should not be given any name.
I want to know who guides the dagger?

The troubled equations
will break daily. Religion turns black.
The cultivation wears masks..

How do I tell you. Life
was not treating the ruins
of love, when you look at the moon.

Satish Verma

I Will Give you the Moon

Who was not being
wanted if you become a nightingale
looking uphill to climb to the moon.

Don't look back. I
love you to wear black clouds again.
Let us kill each other to reach heaven.

We will walk together
on the moon to light the moonlight,
eating strawberries once more.

Satish Verma

Wavelengths

In a virgin place it
happened. A timelapse between
the kisses of two moons.

You were talking with air.
I cannot believe the fall of tresses
of sun and somewhere trust breaks

The observer becomes
observed. There was no difference
between killer and killed.

Satish Verma

Who are You?

O narcissist, would you go
above the moon, if I want to sleep
in the flames of invisible stars?

Who gives light without
pregnancy to new gods and installs
aerial temples of broken hearts?

The killing has a moon
face. I will bring corn fever to
gnaw the legs of falling truths.

Satish Verma

Smoked Dreams

Sending a message to you
entering your flesh, I become a visionary.
Can you tell me where the tears live?

The wheels move to pull
up the clotted blood of your chest.
Were you crying secretly?

Believing in truth you
burn your hands. I want to smell
your scented breath. Don't go in fog.

Satish Verma