Again Nightmare

It was unreal. Will
not matter. I am still in mode to
accept the lies of distant twilight.

O honey, why the
comb was built in my poems to
sweeten the words hired from pain.

I will not know it for
a while. A face was planted on
your lips. You sing like a nightingale.

Satish Verma

It Was Unthinkable

You break me in four
pieces like a cross. The pause, space
and arrows wait for the red setting sun.

The script was twisted
Death comes before the birth. Power
of mud culture has no vision.

The hypocrisy invokes the
god's hands. I tend to remain
unconscious to dig my foundation.

Satish Verma

I Sing In Dark

Drop a dime, after
you have loved. I am returning
back to my school unflinched.

Euthanasia, you have
been targeted. What is realism
of murdering unasked?

Do not repeat the
same truth. It becomes a lie.
The Moon has been stabbed tonight.

Satish Verma

I Will Not Speak

The talking eyes will -
take revenge. You were a gifted
sufferer of creeping pains.

Your neo-thinking
will come across the first human.
I was unknown to me.

The reprieve comes
to meet the believer. A glimpse
of dying earth makes me blue.

Satish Verma

Who Begins the Truth?

My words are now dying.
Have you any thoughts? Your body
would not obey to kill the signs.

Bring the marigolds. The
darkest moon was coming to be hanged.
I would like to touch him.

In a naked audition,
were you sacrificed? You want to start the
bloody revolution to wake the sun.

Satish Verma

Poem of Unknown

You're ready to take
on. No second hand. Can you make
a decision without voice? A sniper shoots.

Relentlessly I watch
myself. Will forget nothing of
holocaust of what I am.

Ultimately a star hits
the rock. Will you make a
portrait of deceptive truths.

Satish Verma

Pushing Wheelbarrow

When you want to see
through a mirrored fake, lie becomes
truth in broad daylight.

There will be a collective
death after suicidal harakiri Can we
rewrite history? I will ask for milestones.

In the Lilac season. I want
you to walk with me in the dark
to share the stigma of the moon.

Satish Verma

Philosophy of Distance

I allowed you to
trespass the hollow pause.
We have not reached the temple.

Who has understood
life? The myth of survival is in
ignorance. We agree not to agree.

If you can stop the
cloudburst, I will move away
from the cardinal kiss of the viper.

Satish Verma

Protuberance

Voiceless I will leave
everything. I don't carry any wealth
of pain. Creativity bursts in my hand.

Humanities are sold daily.
Cannot stop seeing the victorian
fall. The robots become the governors.

Air was in the words.
Takes revenge for killing peacocks.
The eyes will never forget the kiss of cloudburst.

Satish Verma

About my Poems

I knit the dreams in
your eyes. You draw a line on water.
Art opens the door for love.

What we lose if we catch the
flames between the unspoken words.
Before we part, poems will cry.

What is religion? A
commitment to carry the legacy
of blanks and halves?

Satish Verma

What is Dysphoria?

Compelled to probe.
O life you have defeated me in
the race of love. No vital signs to drink hemlock.

Attitude. Dead but not dead.
Do not rue. Each day it dies at the
sunset to remake the light for blinds.

The gender escapes from
the truth. Wants to become bisexual.
Do you think the sun and moon will sleep together?

Satish Verma

No Hierarchy

Oh god, be a human
and read the book of my pain.
It was different from incarnation

After the accident of
birth, you start covering my bruises.
I was stitching your patches.

Look my truth, I always
follow you to learn you, to teach me,
heal myself and never leave you alone.

Satish Verma

Beheading one Moon

Incendiary. Water
was a charity in the beast temple.
The bells are ringing faintly.

I was always wrong.
Will not correct myself till my
blood boils. Give me the last page.

Who was the final culprit
in the submerged planet? I will be
mending a leaking boat in the dark.

Satish Verma

How will you Walk with Me?

The rapture has an
event. It will happen when the moon
sleeps, and only an ally guards the sun.

The regal game begins. Legs
want security to run to meet the
river of illusions. That brings happiness.

The man will continue with
his nature, to reach the highest
morals. I live alone in the eyes of a dying angel.

Satish Verma

Om Shanti

Crude handling. The matter,
The substance. Pain is same. Things
are slipping out of hands.

You are walking away.
To defer your sympathy, love boils.
Right spellings have wrong words.

You put the tears back
in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your
existence was for carnivores.

Satish Verma

What to Do?

Reaching zero, why
did you go wrong? How will you
ask the dragon not to draw a line for war.

In the fog, I cannot
see the faces of goodness of sculpturing
new arts to communicate.

Nothing is like death.
It can go like in the hands of man.
Did you want to live twice?

Satish Verma

Les Murder

Standing in a lone
corner, I was hearing a muffled voice
coming from under my feet.

I place my ears on
dust. Earth was crying. My time is
over. I want to die.

It was not easy to
die for the truth. This was rare.
A crucifixion for a cause.

Satish Verma

Blue Drinks

Moon reacts when I
hold your hand for a secret pass.
My eyes were always wet.

Pain, tremors, amnesia.
The World was changing very fast.
I will beg for your rebirth.

Money was a brilliant
idea to play in the future. But I was
a loser by betting on me.

Satish Verma

Second Hand

It was the acceptance
of a crime in proxy, living out of
the body. Love beats the god.

What was the ethos
without the words? The skin takes the
responsibility to burn the lamp of eyes.

The virgin pathos comes
again. I cannot live without oratures
I will come out of flames, talk to the moon.

Satish Verma

Sky Was Falling

You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.

A fissured heart
listens to the travesty of truth in dark.
Moon promised but failed to come.

The ruins still have
a charm. A saga comes alive.
The preamble starts life again.

Satish Verma

Why Terminal Love?

How much do you contribute
to the slow death of the sun? Light is
fainting. You grope in a dark pocket.

I calculate your pains.
Ignorance was bliss. The knowledge
makes you weak and small.

I celebrate you in my
poems to understand me in the
jungle of hyenas. I refuse to be a kill.

Satish Verma

Seeking Salvation

I do not want to think.
Don't want to judge. Who am I.
Brooding savagely of death and laughing.

Out of the gloves, the hands
catch the butterflies to write a poem.
The blood dreams. I drop sleep.

Your smile was lethal.
I cannot kiss the moon. It was
cold to receive the hot flame.

Satish Verma

My Impeccable Questions

Dogs are dead.
Wolves are coming. God's anniversary.
You don't meet with me with dignity.

There was a face -off
between lightning and the Buddha tree.
Waiting for the Gautam to come again.

When will the vipers come?
I am indebted to the moon. Tonight
I will drink the hemlock to save you.

Satish Verma

Behind Vanity

Will you taste Strawberry
moon? It will be benediction
unasked for years.

Remember, life had
treated us nicely. But the horizon was
calling you to color the sun.

Where is the god?
A hummingbird tries to find out
by following a caravan.

Satish Verma

Where the Sun Goes?

The rain was knocking
at the door. I was waiting for your
occult arrival for beheading of the roses.

It was a gradual descent
without fall. I heard the silence of
fusion of opposites. Ultimately we melted.

I love someone who can invoke
Agni and water for a lied one on the pyre
for the sale of a god who will not come.

Satish Verma

A Blissful Fall

You can listen to words
laced with meaningless truths.
I will draw your profile in blue.

It comes devastatingly.
The marriage of mind and heart
in democracy of flesh and bones.

People don't love peace.
The excitement comes from wars
between fingers and necks.

Satish Verma

Meeting Sharks

It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?

Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.

The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?

Satish Verma

World is coming to an End?

Will it last, the
deep depression? I will give you
a call, till I am not.

Time to cross the long river
when I come to deliver
the god's truth in your blood.

My eyes wait for it to happen,
in wind or gale. I am riding the
sea, to decipher the depth of tears.

Satish Verma

Our Deviations

It was a civil war between
eyes and hands. Illusion of angels
opened the ground of burning pyres.

I have to find the pause
amid the illusion and delusion,
when the factual nouns alter the truths.

Why does fear enter the
door of judgement? The spirit?
You were forgetting the void.

Satish Verma

Meditate and Kill

Facing first-ever realization.
It is not play-thing. Moons
come and go. I have become a rock

You were far away from
a happy valley of conscious blooms.
Nobody will climb the sun.

Do what you love to do.
There will be no afterwords,
once you receive an exit award.

Satish Verma

Who was Who?

In war you plowed
the love, synchronising the fall
and rise of rare victory.

Between us, a river
flows of marigolds. But blood spreads.
Can we find the solution of darkness?

Waiting for the next wave.
The drums are coming near. I am
asking about god, not you.

Satish Verma