Surrender

A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink.
A beautiful sunset.

If ever I lose you,
I will never believe in
blue darkness of my lips.

Tell me who was the
killer, when I said I love you
to the end of the earth.

Satish Verma

Who was Ready for Hemlock?

In stunned peace, it
was dying again. You were not in
picture, when I loved you.

Which god I ask,
to become a human? You were not, then
who was? I am searching myself.

You were under seige
of fake sins. Your life has crossed
all the temples, where the dharma lives?

Satish Verma

My Silver Home

Can you share your
success? You give pain to everyone.
You were stealing the happiness of poors.

A priceless stigma to be
lifted from the cemetery of the
creative zombies. I am turning back all the gods.

The truth has no names
no home. Only souls live to wait
for the white bodies.

Satish Verma

Casabianca

No word walks with
me. I am tired like a smoke bird,
waiting for my lost love.

My future was a sin,
I will not speak of the past. When Borax
fails, I fall at the feet of my palm.

Eyes are cheap. But
response gives the empty bowl
filled by the moon last night.

Satish Verma

In Moon Light Shade

The moon rises with
stone-face. I wanted to see the
pulse of water. The sodium melts.

I am writing my age
in your palm to see the
attachment of golden tears.

Let the blood flow
from your thumb, before you
shoot the chest of a peacock.

Satish Verma

Return my Love

It is tragic, when
the road ends. The ignorance
takes me to the sea. Where is my hunger?

A humanoid prick
and you become a snake. Where
was the last man in history?

You want to live
till the day of judgement. The king of
darkness always shines.

Satish Verma

Who was Celibate?

Your coin will stay
with you. The tiger sleeps in
his cage. The scorpion turns black.

This was an avalanche.
My gravity has increased to
attract the moon. But there is no space.

Do not walk on the
burning truths. Lies have become
sweet to be tasted.

Satish Verma

Murder on the Table

Luminous, your head
rests on my chest. I pick the soil
under your feet and apply it on your forehead.

The old love speaks
in a different language. Now the
meaning has changed into greek.

I do not know when
the day ends with the sun. The
guest will come in the dark.

Satish Verma

In Twilight

A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.

Where would you
go in the dark to taste the
secret right to burn?

A corona of scented
thorns on your head attracts
the queen bees.

Satish Verma

The Twisted Hands

What I need now?
Except, the broken glass. The
love has spilled the venom.

You will not drink the
moon, conjured. The gold intervenes.
And counting of bricks begins.

What was the authentic
hate? Because the lips leave the prints
of a viper. The book starts burning.

Satish Verma

I am Not Through

In a massive attack
of pain you jumped to celebrate
the sins. The aura was magnified.

Why to be arraigned
the falling star in sea to start the
water burial of truth for ever.

I will not ignite
the heap of wood, till I talk with
the soul. Why do you want to go with the dead?

Satish Verma

I Am Living and Dying

In sadness, a cuckoo
sings. Does not want to lay eggs in
others' nest. What is the secret of undying?

In my rival's eyes, my
name was written in blood. Give
something to hurt me. My poetica shines.

I want to feel like
a beautiful cherry weeping tree
with limp branches touching the earth.

Satish Verma

Slaughter of Songs

Watching in the
dark. My pain was a big pain, came
after the solo attack of flowers.

No indictment. The
local body suffers for hush love.
The prayers forget the gods.

In nude water, the
soul takes a bath and then enters
the dead who wants to live.

Satish Verma

My Cupped Eyes

In the loneliness, it should never
be. Why do you always love the death
of roses to bury the beautiful past.

No help of any elegy.
It was separated after the fugitive
tornado, as light on the moon.

Water and Agni, I play
with both, like tears and smiles.
My name always tells the truth.

Satish Verma

Our Shadow

To see every one, listen
and to find the true blood to
bury in water forever.

Perhaps arrogance
spoils the sanctity of courage.
Pray for the unknown to come.

Don't burn the night.
You cannot stop the hour of uncertainty.
Not this pain was mine, not yours.

Satish Verma

Everything is not Black

You don't walk with
the time opening the heart. Somewhere
the earth cracks in the dark age.

Is it the end coming?
I will be taking an aim at the
moon. There was a fear of homicide.

At my ninety I plan an
apology. The myths are still surrounding
me. This is the language of cheetahs.

Satish Verma

No Visual Sorrow

Going to save my
trust. A legend is born in empty hands.
Sacred kisses become bitter.

It was a dharma,
to give an emotional wound. The eyes
open when you come out of the womb.

A divine fault. We
walk in the opposite direction from the
home. I scream to meet the creator.

Satish Verma

The Years are Gone

I had been cheated.
O goddess. I am still untouched
by you. Your eyes were very brief.

Ferocious of your dusty
skin. I weep with willow, and live
in your heart as offered of venom.

Let the Balsam become
impatient and desire requiem of
the big lotus in dried water.

Satish Verma

Every Sound of Pain

I have to say
nothing to more than my hundred
poems, who will want you.

From a star to the
moon, a river flows to touch the
untouched immortality. But the sun dies.

What is the meaning
of life? Will you smile or cry? Tell me
the external pain has turned white?

Satish Verma

Why Om Shanti?

From the lips I cannot read
me, your love. The fierce life has a high
price. It is poetry of embraces.

What would I do to reach
the milestone? It would be better to go
nowhere to find the dust of a tornado.

How many lessons, you need
to remain human .The bloody give and take
reflect the fall of drinking tears.

Satish Verma

My Untold Agony

The peers sometimes get
the inbred rebukes, but the new
sovereignty suffers. Who will make an apology.

Your flesh leaves the
footprints. Bones measure the calcium
of stones. But the heart bleeds.

It is difficult to get
full meaning of sitting under the
Bo tree. The honey bees will not hang their nests.

Satish Verma

Let Consciousness Repeat

Face to face, but
not talking, in defiance of the unknown.
Who stands on a wall to write destiny?

Will you improve
yourself? I did not know the smoke
was rising. The world will not stop.

The last god feels
through the pain. A shadow cast tells
you, why not seek asylum from the poorest.

Satish Verma

And you move Away?

Brutal, was it not?
Love and pain? Because god
was man made? Who makes the deity?

The creation. Was it
an accident? I walk slowly on
the thorns of red roses.

Would you exist without
invisible? The being was sorrowful.
Who will wipe off the moon's stigma.

Satish Verma

What Innocence

In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?

I learn from you
small things like kissing
the blood of the thumb-

When the arrow was
shot towards the tiny eye
of a dead snake.

Satish Verma

Is it the Chronology?

Again the salt lake in
my eyes spills. This world will
ever become happy one day?

Kafka, why were you
so sensitive? A melancholy teacher
becomes a god of the poor student.

How is it, the right
becomes wrong. Your chapter belongs
to the philosophy of the death of man.

Satish Verma

Extreme Drowsiness

Unfinchigly, I come
to explore the reason for fall
to explain the expired truth.

See you from evening
to moon, the unknown secrets of
incidents to open the pages of rare love.

I sleep in the books
to become a transgender. The home
has masculinity to kill the sparrows.

Satish Verma

No Retreat

It was the ascent of
lies. The truth wants to say goodbye,
for empathetically in dignity.

You wear the stars in
darkness and sleep with the moon
on the cacti in the desert of love.

The cosmos permits
to be devoured to make a new
godism and genera and species.

Satish Verma

No Fault

After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.

The world would
freeze, when I burned and
the phoenix did not dive.

Listen, I love you within
me O god to feel your pulse
when I decided to kill me.

Satish Verma

Makes the Man

This was my signature
blood. I will think about you. Are
you all right? Almost all the love has collapsed.

What was your lasting
pain ?What was humanistic fear
in telling the truth of one murder?

The same tears of moon
I don't want to swipe in sunlight
I have now stopped asking.

Satish Verma

Forsaken for You

When life gives a
magnitude shake, putting the
barricades, the vacuum becomes cruel.

The half-love cannot
give the ecstacy of sacrifice. Who will
inherit the land of brutal violence?

Memory itself makes you

restless. I am going to be a martyr.
Attachment also gives pain.

Satish Verma

Thinking at Midnight

Your words were
desiccated. No blood was spread.
Only meaning was a killer

Two headed with
two brains, the enemy slaps his face.
Do not rub your feet on sparks.

I follow the hemlock,
whisper to the moon. The humanity
suffers. Nothing enchants.

Satish Verma

I am Searching a God

Not possible to become
you. My heart stops beating. It was not
possible to carry a thought to climax.

The plasticity of man
takes him to an ocean. But he will
not swim to become a sculpture.

Will you wear a frail
gown to cover your wounds, so that
one should not come for sympathy?

Satish Verma

Will Not Eat the Cake

Between you and you, there
was a pariah. It was a catastrophe.
And you want human rights.

We need gods. Love
was elementary. You were fighting
with yourself, after giving your blood.

Were there thugs in
our home? Why are you taking off
the wig. Bald eagle flies very fast.

Satish Verma

I Know You

Again my headache
starts. You were possessed by
the uselessness of humanity.

The man and the
bo tree. The message is clear.
You have to carry the ax now.

The goddess has met
you out of the temple to see
how the world is behaving.

Satish Verma

My Philosophy

I don't want you
to go. It is time not to look back.
Our religion is changing very fast.

The knowledge hurts.
Everything meets the god. This is your
last encounter to believe.

Can a man love a
man? But a melancholy breaks
the garden. Nobody builds a dream.

Satish Verma

No Need of Pain

Why moon was
limping tonight-like you. The war
will continue. Days are heavy.

Why do you feed me
to climb Venus? When the pain
blooms, the love will have a new birth.

The ego should not
develop. Your hand may not be
cool, when you are taking something.

Satish Verma

It was Void

You love to do
nothing? I will come when the
moon dips. I will talk with stars.

It is black sky.
And I am searching for the sun which
is cooling slowly.

How can you collect
the lost love. Allegiance was with the patriarch.
What happened to make your face brown.

Satish Verma

To End the Poem

When you walk
on the moon in February, I take down
the clouds to become wet.

Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my pain,

I am not sure, when the
dark moves on to give space to
imprisoned pain.

Satish Verma

Who is Gone?

I will foresee your
beauty to see through the water of tears.
You want to kill the darkness?

The vision of the wounds
appear and disappear. As far as I
remember, the Karma is your Almighty.

What is, and what is
not. You will not reach the end of
love. It haunts you when you sit on the pyre.

Satish Verma

Weird Creativity

Can we speak wordlessly?
What is a crime? You rise on the tall
tree to see the world and fall to smell the dust.

Each word comes from euthanasia.
Who was the last vendor? You want to
purchase, tell me kill the lines.

The soul has a skin.
Keep on changing to rebuild the mind.
Are you ready for the treatment?

Satish Verma

Life was My Enemy

How much land you
possess to stand on? Fading of age helps.
One day you will go or I will go.

The sculptor on sand
makes a sculpture of
river flowing without water.

Like we are empty.
The love has dried up in the eyes
to complete the story midway.

Satish Verma

Why do you Follow Me?

This was my seminal
pain. I have to find out to see
the course of the heart will take place.

Hail to you, walking
with me to celebrate on the river.
I don't feel bad, if I was someone else.

The love on the page
smiles. Red lips would leave the
imprint of fingers on the blanket.

Satish Verma

In our own Temple

Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the incredible?

Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turns.

You speak via eyes. How
to live in sanctum -sanctorum
without dying?


Satish Verma

Where do we Go?

Tearing my memoir,
I beseech eternal peace. Will we
start the war between love and hate?

No soothing effect comes
from the language. Like poems
invite consoles anytimes.

I hate bread. It brings the
holocaust. Ends life. Dying under
the walls. Do you like ruin's?

Satish Verma

Existence and Not Being

Something genderless
lives in me. My body was a screen.
The pain travels in blue veins.

When you are bathed
in tears, I become you. Is that true?
The procession rusticates the dharma.

Why coexistence starts
the fight domino style and
wears a living ghost to change the god.

Satish Verma

What is your Judgement?

Searching poetry in you,
the other name of life, when you hold
a firefly in your palm.

When the first tear
drops from the eyes of a sparrow
the poem is written in first light.

When you have no words
to say goodbye and lips try to say
without voice, the poem starts.

Satish Verma

Charity Begins at Road

What a cognizant?
I know my fate, destined to be
separate from the cannibal.

My pen leaks in blood.
The homicide is a different story. The
four play was to feed the grass to the horse.

Try to catch the culprit.
The politicians marry the unknown.
The wealth of the poor was piling up.

Satish Verma

Not Proud

Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just don't go my way.

It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in a fish market.

Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.

Satish Verma

What is my Hope?

I have to write
but what? To feel I am something?
The magnesium will decide.

Which was an ode
to madness? The rapture has no age.
You want to be born like snow.

The lips have lost
the smile. Would ever the wounds
heal in the presence of faith?

Satish Verma

Merciless Eyes

This will be my gothic
poem after cogitation. My enigma
will wait till the grief brings the love.

The attachment was with a
Neptune, who had the silent funeral
after walking over the wall of pain.

Why do you make excuses
to continue your existence with a smoky face?
A sudden flare burnt the heart.

Satish Verma

My Love was Inevitable

Have you made a
blunder? Your clandestine step
goes back, as if rising from dead.

What was the truth
this or that, jumping on the burning
pyre? Like standing on the trash mountain?

In your dreams, I will
come to pay back the blood of
bald eagle on final departure.

Satish Verma

The Lingering Death

Time to make a sin.
The blood will not go back. Any
voice will become very dark.

The earth was an earth.
When my heart cries and the stones
make a beautiful temple.

My hands do not move
to catch the truth. The moon will
say, once the sun was my son.

Satish Verma

Our Love is Ticking

Everything I give to
you, to purge and touch the purity
of truth. Life has made me a broker.

You will never let it
happen, your unpredictable laugh
will break my invincibility.

There is no wait between
us, still we are bound to carry the
burden of an ocean of scars.

Satish Verma

Witch Hunt

You were petrified in the
borough of my world. The otherness
and agile arms, I grant you pain.

The space and the
light in the tunnel take you to the end
of awashed black stones.

This was ample, my
abundance of hugging. Sometimes I call you
monarch, sitting high to see the dried lake.

Satish Verma

Reading Myself

No words come to me.
My thoughts have no sentences.
My feelings melt in you O god.

How long I will meet you
as if you are only my shadow
in the water of the well.

Do I catch myself
in the dark, when only wind
is kissing, before I light the lamp?

Satish Verma

Error was Mine

When you plant the
crimes, the song of stone reaches
ripeness. The blood seeds come.

Why is aging destroying
everything? Mushrooms are saddened.
The fumes are rising again.

A cancerous lesion was
yours in burning days. The skin
is changing color. You have to explain.

Satish Verma

Are we Pygmies

Let us talk. Pen
for pen, eye for eye, enchanting
the words. A Buddhist angle will help.

The disengagement
gives peace. Like Pine nuts. We
would not think of separation.

We play in and out
singing for glowing in night.
assuring from the broken magic.

Satish Verma

You take away my Venom

After the broken
heart there were imprints of the kisses
on the ruins of love.

On a dark day I
counted the spots. You had
edge being in standing water.

No room left to dig in
any dead poem. The undiluted
pain starts boiling.

Satish Verma

In Hurling Light

I will speak less
when words exhaust to find
the meaning of life.

Break a heart to droop
the pride of a climbing pink
rose on the white wall.

What was left in
my brown eyes to see a river
weeping in the desert.

Satish Verma

Who Hanged Himself

Impeccable. Your
body is not your own. You work
with me to find the soul in place.

In unconsciousness
dark voices become music. What
have you left behind in your heart?

How not to grieve?
I am searching for light in the garden
of dying love, in the hands of the moon.

Satish Verma

Where the Night Ends Not

No reason to sleep
without eyes shut. A candle walks
to measure the contours of the moon.

The pink eyes of flames
start firing on the water
to spark the poetry of the deacon.

We will come back
to the burning ghat to bow down and
the urgency of going home.

Satish Verma

Weird Nightmare

Your sadness was sleeping
in my poems. A very scary scene
to wash the wounds of denial.

Never the varicose can
climb the heart, when herons come
back home one by one in white.

You want to lift the
hollow legs to tree birds like
nightingales. It was a validated kill.

Satish Verma

Fixed Words

Why dysphoria in
opportunity? A vicious attack kills
a living stone.

A thief will take
away the shoes of love. It was
a lingo of changing the names.

I will not declare
my belief in naming or being proud
of the legs of a sitting god.

Satish Verma

Why in Love?

Not afraid in
love to carry the burning coals
on palm to ignite the moon.

It sparks the eyes
of the Irish in the dark. The tears return
from the sinking home.

You always need a
weapon to multiply the stars
of nude pains in the heart of the ocean.

Satish Verma

Tell me What is Moon

You fell for a hanging
love of an unknown. Yes and yes
you go for a kiss through the fog.

Lurking in dark, you
chase me to collect the gender of
moon. Second genesis comes on the surface.

So it was congenital,
my pain of sinking in flames of
love. Roses always scented.

Satish Verma

This Road goes Nowhere

This was a pain night.
All the candles have refused to burn
on the weeping path.

Differences with love
of a blind river not meeting the ocean,
and enters into a desert of cacti.

Is it the way to
invite God to make other humans with
not the knowledge of killing?

Satish Verma

Love of Learning

Light makes you poor.
There was a back deal for
a wake up call.

What was the nature
of your violence? Did you need
any philosophy to kill?

What was the beautiful
idea to skin a dead religion
unmade by a god?

Satish Verma

Divorced from Respect

Coming to flawless, you
become blind like Iris searching the
sunflower at night. Was it the end of the moon?

After the light, in
moments of separation, death
salutes the dust to honour the embrace.

O king of the tears, I touch
your rain of red drops. The philosophy
of give and take was dead.

Satish Verma

Here is Mourning

Only two words you
need to die or live. Do not love you
O god. When Ganges will meet you?

Ethics, science and
religion are searching for peace. I had
asked for the distance not absence.

I understand, I am
killing myself for the sake of the
moon falling on the burning lake.

Satish Verma

The Mausoleum was a Miracle

It was not you. Poetry
was sufficient to give a soothing embrace.
You will peek through the words.

Pain and utopia.
The boundary was vague. You need a musical
excuse for the evolution of love.

Rosetta stone comes back.
Who were to appease the unseen gods
carrying the weapons to stop war?

Satish Verma

My Property was Made by Glass

There was something
more in comparison to eternal
love. It was a golden trap.

Between explicit and
covered meaning I want to see
you as you are. One long time will dedicate love.

Nobody likes a lesson.
I see myself empty. Will not collect
the tears of a tall tree to cut down.

Satish Verma

Diversity of Nature

Rethinking. Can
we reverse our love? I will
write my poems in blood.

To convey the intensity
of truth. The contents of the template
gives a strong picture.

What is the life of one's
undying spirit? Something
is the homecoming of pain.

Satish Verma

The Aura of Self Destruction

When you were not
cool, the Agni burns. So quietly and silently
peace exists in your heart.

Do you respect yourself
when you are hungry. The moon
divorces the water and blames the sun..

The beginning of love
honours death. Tears and laughter
have different spirits to live.

Satish Verma

What is the Reality?

It was difficult
knowing you were playing with cheetahs.
No apology. A secret tunnel is formed.

A dance of the peacock
brings the sky down, which will not
climb the tree to catch the moon.

The mayhem starts
in the galaxy for a naive sun in the corner,
burning itself but giving the light.

Satish Verma

Pain Hostage, I Regret

Let us go to search
sleep after drawing a tree near the river
to drink the empty glass of hemlock.

A feeling crawls on
the bed of rose petals and thorns. Love
and betrayal exist. No confessional sparks.

The almost faith that
leaves your footprints for the tigers
to catch us. But I was sailing on clouds.

Satish Verma

Is it Madness?

Do not display your
shadow, Come back. You select your
mistakes and get ready for your Niagra falls.

When the pyre catches
fire, your personality disappears
to touch the flow of blood. Learn to live.

The return of the moon
like a ghost to collect the venom.
Like a child you want to taste.

Satish Verma

Waiting for Shade

Who was ready
for the truth, when the city burned.
A successful lie buries like an eel.

The telling. I am
dying. How can you not see? Where
you are moving towards beheading.

Coins for the temple.
But God was sleeping. My confidence
was shaken to take a rebirth.

Satish Verma

Open the Grave

In less moon days,
I will remove your love. Cracks
are appearing on the floor.

We are going to
become ash one day. The life
has become treacherous. You are not yourself.

Digging a gold coin
in a buried lake. You will see your
face when god refuses to come.

Satish Verma

Unwrap My Fears

Did you make up, standing
with elephantiasis on the bank.
No reason. An invisible hand had pulled you.

Why is this pain, in
my and your eyes. In crippling light
the doors of love have been crossed.

How to worship the
holy body made of iron? It was not
an avenger after the fall of head.

Satish Verma

O Stings I am Alive

I do not need
credibility. The truth automatically
finds its home on the earth.

No short cuts. I will
walk straight on thorns. I will
not be finished by bleeding from pores.

You pick my footfalls.
I will shut my eyes to meet the immortal.
What was the cycle of repetition?

Satish Verma

To Cry or Not To Cry

You were like a white
gold for nirvana. Unstoppable.
Running to get the meaning of love.

Unlocked, my empty
hands, hold only the pen. This was
the agony of exile.

The water slips from the
eyes. The angel was secular. The torture
of standing in dark hurts. Which house was burning?

Satish Verma

When you Leave the Body?

You are in a furnace
to tell the truth. A nomadic face
wants to satisfy the sun god.

Being a fast runner
when the earthquake was shaking
the beauty of god, you were talking with monsters.

How many souls were
in you? Your body has many blocks for
the angels to struggle to survive independently.

Satish Verma

Time was your Friend

It is your art.
Be here with me. For love in love.
You are in a rational mood.

Let the metaphysics
prevail. The silence will not spike.
Pain would be meaningless.

You are rewarded by
zero space. And you are flying to
imitate an eagle endless.

Satish Verma

Think Not

You could not keep pace
with me. I wanted to give you what
I did not have. I don't like tears.

Do not fall in love.
My heart breaks when it snows
and the viruses laugh.

A periodic pain hurts.
When would science fail and
philosophy start music?

Satish Verma

Avoiding Truths

Shortcoming hopes
were fading. Cuss words work.
The nation moves a few feet.

You drink the water
with your hands and break the glass.
What religion will adore the kismat?

You forget the karma.
The repentation passes through you.
I allow the rhythm to accept lineage.

Satish Verma

The Realism

It is humility, when
you can carry in your hand a scorpion ?
A race against love?

I cannot revert the
punishment. Why blue spots on
the body remind me of the hurts?

Do not give me a sacred
sloka. I repeat my victory on your
lips. Two friends become one.

Satish Verma

No Ars Poetica

What has happened?
A severed head falls from the sky.
Who wants to sit down and weep?

A dark pink eye in
warm screen explains the door
opens for black roses on white thorns.

A frugal pain explodes.
Why does humanity call the name?
Will we swipe off the truth?

Satish Verma

It is My Life

You picked the moonlily
without asking the moon to kiss
the Apollo moon and daisy.

Ariel the lion of Cod
God comes down to smell the man
Are we worthy to save from the earth quake?

The ocean will not sleep.
But what inspires the poetry? No pen
or paper. Who writes on the heart.

Satish Verma

To Invoke Humanity

Self-imposed, I
have stopped reading the holy
books. I am studying the people.

One day I will win
myself. When my house burns, there
is no human factor to bring water.

What you are, and
me? If you talk to yourself, you
will find the absolute truth.

Satish Verma

Fall of the Essence

Restrained. A day
wasted again to find the truth
of pearl without oyster.

Go ahead. You will
not cross anything. Stealth hurts. You
will suffer silently. A love within a love.

Go, when you walk
on hands in sleep. It was the heart bleeding
for jasmines in the sun falling on dust.

Satish Verma

Stings with a Mantra

I will evoke your
buried sufferings to meet god.
I am through my stanzas poems.

A swollen eye mites
while running after a peacock.
Someone has poisoned the tail.

With whom I should
talk about the black sins. There
is nothing left in empty hands.

Satish Verma

In Me Alone

I have nothing to give
except my heart to live in your
eyes. I will not tell what I will do.

Near god some saboteurs,
or carnivores are awakened. It should
not have happened, would never be.

You author the ephemeral
muse, changing the times. You always see
the sun and moon sees you.

Satish Verma

We are not Equaled

Too careful to forget
me. The spring will bring the slaps on
the face. Scores of pain will release butterflies.

A dream wears a
body. The moon was sleeping with
me to explode. I will start burning.

They killed the hummingbirds.
I stopped to talk. O my god, eternal bones
become axes to kill you.

Satish Verma

What do you Want?

Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.

Satish Verma

No Design

In large words I had
discovered you. But your meaning was lost.
Who was my enemy to make me invisible?

The first love was
fire. Now the river of tears has
taken over. The bell has no cord.

It was a wisdom
to be born in distant thoughts, when
the man has stopped thinking.

Satish Verma

In Eclipse

Myth of my path was
weird. It does not take a turn. Only
stops midway. You can take hemlock.

I peel off the light
of the moon. Now you can walk under
the stars like a bride.

When the pain stops,
nobody knows. The penultimate
narrates the endless rain of tears.

Satish Verma

What was Original?

You want to offer
your eyes to celebrate the ceremony
of the break up of life in the bright sun.

What will the flesh
say to the soul? What was the wish of God,
cutting the sky in small temples?

How to disobey your
death? The shepherd was lost to
sheep. You forgot your home?

Satish Verma

Will not Revenge

I'm here, not
there, where you are not. Who
gives the life to a stone?

Let me read your
heart. I want to know what you
think. When life betrays.

And you want to
gamble. The water and Agni
move away from each other to know god.

Satish Verma

What was the Background?

When will your lips
move? Nothing comes to my heart.
Avoidance hurts the mind.

There is some lie
in the truths, and truth in some lies.
So it is difficult to balance the god.

I am eager to read
clarity in the dirty water. The arguments
were always wrong.

Satish Verma

Let me Think

Beheading happens
in roses. Gods want to smell the
man, when the bubble bursts.

Transparency helps.
The blue lake fills up after years.
Why did I let you go away not to come?

This was the decline of love.
The tragedy has burned the face of
religion. Pain of stopped blood was heartbreaking.

Satish Verma

Pain was Innocent

Again I sat down to
open the book of sufferings. What is
equation of a corpse and the god?

What was a unique
morph from Kalidas to Beethoven?
Read the best thoughts of Vedanta.

Why did you fall on fire?
Walk slowly on ice, which was not
corrupt. Her colour is pure white.

Satish Verma

The Virgin Pain

Loneliness. The bee
bites. An instinct was to meet
now the sting of love.

If I survive, will you
pay the price of keeping death at bay?
Where has the pain of Venus gone?

Beyond the fable
lie the tears of a broken rock
getting ready to meet the clay.

Satish Verma

The Fog Comes Deep

My brain was grey.
Lives in you. The thoughts quarrel.
Can I have my pain back?

Blind lover, how come
you predict? The clots are increasing.
The religion of pacifism fails.

The ecology sinks.
Panorama looks black. Our fights
are engrossed in digging gold. I am the god.

Satish Verma

The Unknown Dying

Do not expose the
suffering. Your fingers will quiver.
But this was not your failure.

The path makes itself
when truth walks with you. But the
wind will not be decisive.

The unknown questions
have answers. A supermacy of heart
is on mind when you stop thinking.

Satish Verma

I do not Need the End

Walk with infidelity,
going away with sun to come in
night. Not comfortable to sleep with stars.

A poem in winter has
its own bite, when the body burns.
The soul evaporates to print pain.

In memory of Bo tree
I want to sit for ever. I
have survived all your screams.

Satish Verma

Moon has two Faces

My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.

Satish Verma

The Agenda of 'I'

It was vilified. The
breakdown initiates and the flames
want to die, but the ash burns the skin.

What was your escape
from the rivals to smash the cage?
You sell the heaven for peace.

Ah, the wars never die.
The language, culture and religions
play the game and the god dies.

Satish Verma

Why were you Hiding?

A slice of embrace
chops off the little moons. Lips
on lips. I will never be the same.

Baby thoughts are opening
in your chest. Do we accept
the destiny of tired legs?

I sit alone at the
banks of the holy river to wash
my dirty hands for a miracle.

Satish Verma

My Map Burns

Brooding. It was a dark
secret. You wanted to catch perfection,
Trying to temper my wrongs.

Whole and complete, you
will never find out the morals and faults
Only you fear a prophet. I sort animals

Your life was always a
slaughterhouse. Nobody was saved.
I bleed daily to give the answer.

Satish Verma

I Will Die Again

I think, not to think.
Scares in silent night. The candle
fails to burn. Do you ignite the muse?

Why the inquiry of pain
grows dim to discover the cause of threat.
The will to write needs a new language.

In the water a thought
dies. I remember T S Eliot. The waste
land devours the beauty of roses and butterflies.

Satish Verma

Are You Real?

You were poised to leave
your love, and deliberately kill
your dreams. Autopsy done. Time elapsed.

I am given a hemlock.
I will not give up a word to become a god.
The mystery of man will never be solved.

What is the pain of
living to become a robot? You
were the master not the servant of lies.

Satish Verma

Don't Dismember The Earth

Take heart I say
to myself, leaning against
the wall to end sorrow.

Solar year, O red
and green pain, don't invite the
wounds. Don't cry moon, don't.

Standing in pulpit
I invoke peace, to stop the hand
of clock. Time was moving fast.

Satish Verma

Leaving the Kingdom

When life stops, will
you learn what death is? A living
death solves idolatry one day.

Why do you run for
more? Am I wrong? When I want
to stop you, you were searching pearls

The exile gives a real
meaning to meet the god at the end
of land. A rebel faces the truth.

Satish Verma

Looking Straight

The light walks with
me, and shadow guides. The moon
comes and goes in the screams of inferno.

Let us talk about humankind.
It rubs wolves and snakes. Where is the
genuine evolution of man going?

Can I create safe
world by my poetry. The republic love
can take us to Buddha's tree.

Satish Verma

Cut my Wings

Why do we fight without
words? Delimitation was to drag
the truth. Religion breaks into pieces.

It was not possible.to
meet the eternal existent, or can
be seen. I am. You are not.

My philosophy is to
underline the pain of life. The
power of the unknown has no meaning.

Satish Verma

Life Long Friend

Life has become blue
O moon, why did I let you in
under my skin.

How come you want
to change the world ? First I
ask you to stay in my heart.

Now would you be
adorable? God! you have
been arrested by a man.

Satish Verma

World was Turning Hot

You came closest to me.
Brilliant stars came in between us.
Now one by one each star is burning.

A poet was a mystic
to find the difference between birth and dying.
And he left the body untold.

I am not getting
the peace by waterfall from the eyes
of an extraordinary winter of poems.

Satish Verma

Truth was Cruel

I am forgetting. Sad
and broken. Life betrays. Rocks
the heart. In core the pain spikes.

The questions what,
where and why. Sorrow and emptiness.
All the things happened to hurt.

I seek mercy. God
has failed. I want to read the stones.
What was engraved in small letters?

Satish Verma

Conflicts between Desires

I lost my soul.
You shouldn't have left like
a thread from a needle.

What could not be done,
was to take liberty with the alphabets of
life. Why pain comes without words?

Something turns my
past after anointing my young
poems of abdication.

Satish Verma

Make my Path

Hiding the thoughts
in mind space. Will not come
near the heart. I am often lonely.

Were you a volcano?
Will you cry now? Antiquity
plays a role. I won't see the lava.

This was hypocrisy
in the soundless night. We are listening
variant songs. Who was coming without foot falls.

Satish Verma

Mirror of Big Lies

I start with one
word, to become an autistic. No
gifts to spoil you. You have come down.

Ignorance was the teacher.
No path comes from history..
No need to agree with the god.

Want to live in water.
Want to kiss one's own death.
Nightingale rejects the small tree.

Satish Verma

Let's Write off the Moon

Once you were a
walking tree. It was drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
There was no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Satish Verma

Waiting to be True

Your heart breaks.
My Mind was hurt. Tracing the pain
to know the poem's survival.

Nature and rhymes.
I translate the sorrow to flowers,
making a conduit god.

But who was responsible
for infidelity, as you like it to turn the
identity into dharma of consciousness.

Satish Verma

Let us See

Don't give me anything.
Let my blood flow through the river of
eyes. A tree dies standing.

Who is ready to go?
The demons want you to put to
torture. Nemesis was different from revenge.

The philosophy of existence
is, how do you define love? You want to
alter the will of god?

Satish Verma

Thoughts that Return

Embalmed, you were
very difficult. Life has ignored you.
So what was the big pain?

Theoretically, the dead
man walks. You will not become
Newton. The apples are still falling.

The Greeks want to
be born again. Life is a challenge. You
have to climb the Himalaya like Sysyphus.

Satish Verma

My Earth Cries

Like snowflakes, you
fall on me to understand love.
I sit on a toadstool to write a poem.

When I think of stars
you want to know me to sit on the
grass, to filter the truth of pain.

A torch misbehaves,
when the sun dips and the moon
refuses to rise. Milk was not milk.

Satish Verma

When Light Sings

To divide the absolute
I have broken my arms. No enlightened
thought grieves. I shut my eyes.

It was a majestic fall.
I am reading myself in dark to discover
my fire in the sands of time.

I will start a new life,
cutting one by one, all the masks to
see the stigmas of the moon, who smiles.

Satish Verma

Not Afraid to Be an Outcast

You suffer, nothing
comes to your mind. Like you are fondling
your wounds lying in a tomb.

I will not steal your
face after the disaster of losing faith
in the religion of power.

I will not stop kissing
the red flames of bargain. The tears
will decide, no mausoleum will be made.

Satish Verma

Rainbow in Eyes

Go to dharma. Between
sorrow and romance, tender poems
come in crowd. The pain uplifts the temple.

I forgave my past.
My seers lived on the stars to predict
the tremulous life to come. I stand firm.

Ups and downs, I
pray to myself to draw a lip line
to drop the luxurious gift of rich gods.

Satish Verma

Focal Points of Life

Skin to skin,
blood to blood, can there be a
digital love? To whom I address?

The first pain starts
from birth. One can not live in
the crowd. What is life's philosophy?

You will not be paralyzed.
Let it be homecoming. The intensity
takes you to discover the tragedy.

Satish Verma

The Mannequins Sing

A midnight break.
The burning door. Manslaughting
begins. Dehumanizing. Terra firma cries.

A new fall. Moon is
fading rains tears. An unborn
god dies. Somewhere you are caged.

Night terrors. A lilly shuts
the eyes. The blind iris starts searching
Buddha in the garden of the love.

Satish Verma

No Day of Judgment

Don't break the moon
like a femme fatale. The poems.
will not be able to breathe.

As a confessional, such
pain from the burning home? Can you
write on the walls? Laughter and death?

The climax comes with
tears. The hero has left the
ashes. The beauty will search for an appendix.

Satish Verma

It was Miracle

In abstract, I see
you. It was knowledge, moving on
sledge. The desire wants to come.

No future can be
conceived. The words are floating
but no meaning can become invader.

Can you show me
ethnic love and wash all the
tricks to change the gods?

Satish Verma

Where was the Justice?

Your mercy was very
little O god for equal-halves.
Nobody was perfect.

Alive and kicking
yet harmless, the moons were
alone in togetherness.

You always lied. How
deep was your pain, when the sun
was rising without light?

Satish Verma

A Letter Unwritten To You

Are you ok? When
the moon rises on sea, I become
worried about the blue butterflies.

The Morning Glory always
inspires me, in her swaying to
welcome the beautiful dawn.

And when your sleep
goes, you start reciting shlokas
with smoke and sparks.

Satish Verma

The Candle in Storm

Words were white, but
in the end days replies were black.
The retreat translates to old age.

You ask the death to
stay at bay. When you were born, there
was a loud sound. Dying will be voiceless.

What is the philosophy
of giving away one by one your bones
and flesh. Only soul will slip away unknown.

Satish Verma

The Pain was Embraced

In void of departure, you get
a rose a day. Your eyes were very red.
Was there any violence in your path?

What should be done,
when the moon becomes very small like
the man, who will rise from ground zero.

Your queen of night
spills a scent of unknown smell.
I become a bohemian of suffering.

Satish Verma

Crimson Red

No death stop for colored
marbles. I am not dying to bring
the childhood for once.

Pretending comes to the
fore. Midriff of the moon was taboo.
This was a slaughter-a-day.

Are you a Mimosa pudica?
Not to be touched in sunlight.
It starts moving vigorously.

Satish Verma

Coming out from Myself

Ah, my soiled words
may hurt you. I placed them on
the altar of faith.

A psalm delivered by
a crimson red rose. I will write
another sacred poem.

The torches are dead
and I cannot read the script of
unwritten dharma of god.

Satish Verma

Not Mine

I do not know what
I will do in ink night, I will
touch you with my poems.

You are not what
you look. Everything is yellow.
The sun, moon, eyes and roses.

I hold your arm at
median nerve. The carpal tunnel
quivers. Happiness was locked.

Satish Verma

How Old We Are?

An evil inside,
in your lives. Never done
personal language. Don't fight with god.

Why did you rip-off
the promise and push the statue
in the river of innocent pain?

Not a thing. It was
immeasurable faith of man for a
man through the image. The muse suffers.

Satish Verma

Can you Divide the Love?

Suspicion was insatiable
I cut my hand. Why were you
stoking the sad poems?

Like burning at stake,
the storm wears the smoke in the dark.
What was the red side of pain?

I will find another door,
which speaks the karishma. Life
has betrayed me day in and out.

Satish Verma

Metamorphosis

Whenever I write
a poem, blood oozes out.
Why was I catching the fire?

The desire is to speak
short sentences to convey the
answer to black questions.

Slowly the empathy
works. The beautiful color of red blood
has many meanings. I said you were my blood.

Satish Verma

Are we Honest?

In age of consent,
you want to kill yourself. But
the surveilance will watch.

Pain comes in reverse,
saying goodbye. Was it an animalism?
Your love is in heartbeats.

Whose idea was this?
Tragedy is born daily to whiten the eyes.
Milk turns black to succeed.

Satish Verma

An Imagination

This poem is written
by me to humanize the animals,
capturing the heart of god.

This should be taken
as passive love. The thunder
will make a new home for you.

Fascinating. My pain
throws a light. You live your own
life near the tombs. You will never die.

Satish Verma

Simmering in Cold

I am searching for the
mistakes in me. The hardening
vision will decide who was the culprit.

You are not living
for the neighbor. I stitch the wounds of
keys and locks of humanity.

How long you will
find the truth. It is on the beach.
Not in the water, not in the sky.

Satish Verma

First God and Me

Don't live on me.
Be kind O first god, when a man
breaks, the world changes. I scream.

Let the religion be
redefined. No need of violence.
I feed the ants to get peace.

Sometimes the myth
of love shatters. Immensity must
rise. I am creating mercy.

Satish Verma

Cannot Avoid the Darkness

Encore, faith was
blind, written on the tongue
with a thorn. One awakes the other.

The mysterious pain
was mine, moon watch. The
vespa has a job to do.

The teacher reads the
road. Your step will bleed
unknowingly. Who tells the god?

Satish Verma

What was Not

Will you innovate a
big red spot? What is its name?
Murder? Will you improve your grammar?

The history has been
wounded. It is still bleeding. Did
you sacrifice a rising moon?

You were not there, where
sun was burning to give the light
to blackened pages of life.

Satish Verma

Am I Rilke?

Your frontier was
spurious, but you wanted to become
a god, by collecting the stars.

I stood inside the
circle of a zero and started shooting
the parasites near the honeydew.

Who writes the history
of man's fall beyond imagination?
I want to see another Joan of Arc.

Satish Verma

I will not Declare

A lost soul was
searching the crying body of fusion.
Do you know some things?

A slender pain of wind
bids you a farewell with a touch.
Your lips were mortified.

Sugar corrupts you,
not salt. We suffer comparatively.
The first love was alive.

Satish Verma

Absolutely Muted

From betrayal to white
pigeon, this was disaster. In tick tack
moment, you can fall apart.

Your ornaments, how
much you need? You were born
into hate. I am collecting your wounds.

You can kill yourself,
but love is stronger than the sun,
when you get a little kiss of immortality.

Satish Verma

Closing the Eyes

You must see your
own fall. The panther wants to
kill himself. Elephants change the path.

I don't want to believe
in anything. God believes in me.
The roses do not want to go to the mausoleum.

What I will do, sitting
in the dark, carrying tears in my
pocket. I want to stop birthing.

Satish Verma

Like Analogue to Peace

Time has bitten me
to deflect. How far is the ocean?
Death has no image.

I am nowhere. My lord
did it? The day has stopped moving.
One corpse will come above.

How many breads, we
carry to feed those who have no mouth?
The Night was very red.

Satish Verma

It was Evening

Interim a random
love of moon, with a fury of
dawn's innocence. I abandoned the stars.

Chilling grip of fear
amalgamates the blood of Venus.
I watched the assassination of a lantern.

A rose covers your eyes
with scented petals. Would you inhale
my words of opiate? A salt lake dies.

Satish Verma

Saddened Walls

Light and water, who
denied them? The wind says, the body will
tell a tale of hidden beauty.

The pain lingers, when the
pure love shakes. The sun has
not knocked on the door.

The memory hits in
dark. There was a scene of human
fall. I was born originally, No thought of separation.

Satish Verma

When you Start Preparing Truth

Looking at the menace
the maker of life goes into depression.
One day the world would say, its end will not come.

You don't want to wash
your sins. Metaphysics has failed.
The mind discovers new pains.

Blood is too hasty, changes
the veins. The causes are culprits.
It is easy to create delusions.

Satish Verma

Toward the End

I beg to keep on talking
with the dead. How are you, they say.
Some emotions create a soothing effect.

From evening neoclassical
pain starts. The sun apologists and
disappears. You try to see your hands.

Can you look back to
analyse the muse of Buddha times?
Let the requiem shake the listeners.

Satish Verma

Enough was Enough

My human conscience
will not allow me to go for eye for an
eye. Not proper to make a shrine.

Have you learnt to
live? Life is always struggleful. Go
greek. I will not give my pain to you.

You become possessive,
when you are empty handed and you
want now to hang from a mango tree.

Satish Verma

Was it Untruthfulness?

An original love is
like a gold nugget, shines. This discovery
you want the sun's shelter for purity.

Tell me, is it the truth?
Neglecting a fallen man as a
holed tongue creates a story.

I want to see justice.
Science is becoming a god.
Live comfortably, but risk was there.

Satish Verma

Frozen Heart

Keep your distress and
suffering- away from yourself. Not
you cry, not me. Neither killed anybody.

Blessing the moon,
why do you go for a bonfire ?The clouds
will walk on burning coals.

The roses will come to
embrace you one day and you decide
to stay on the dead water not to go anywhere.

Satish Verma

No Ideas

It is obvious. In the
loss of meaning, hundreds of questions
arise. I have not remained me.

At all times, my
words scream. What has been
left behind? For one small thorn, I bleed.

Every noise appears
a foot drop. You were not coming O god,
no love reaches from the pain.

Satish Verma

Meaning of Life?

Why were you so
hurt to stand the test of exploding?
Love in the body is cool?

The heart pain moon lands
in the arms of death flowers. The
comets start following the sun.

What was enlightened
religion to explain, what is life?
Let Plato speak what is death long truth.

Satish Verma

You Hide Behind the Power

It was war of moons.
I want to live to see your
eyes. Mad you are Mad I am.

I am confused. If
god was true, there was no
lie. The communication must stop.

My poems laugh with
Me. The individuals cannot exist.
From where the dangers come?

Satish Verma

What is Worship?

Staying in house, do
you remember the sun? There is always
a hidden pain. Our ends don't meet.

The streets are moving
without you. Dirt is increasing. The
winds take away all the poems.

Lot's of love. It is pure
and genuine. O god why does the
moon want to divide us?

Satish Verma

Brain Fog?

A nostalgic dream.
I live alone to meet the god.
Who were you to hold the prayers?

The genocide. Why does
it happen? Was it a second suicide
to hate the love of words?

To take solace, you
put your hand on heart to tell
the truth. The poem was true like milk.

Satish Verma

Is it Barbaric?

Was it your happiness?
What is the definition, in soft water,
or like in the air. No one lives in a vacuum.

That is not the boulevard
going to the temple of invisible gods.
You were always moving in a sleep walk.

Hallucinations tend to divert
you. A study of human nature. I was
an outsider in my own house.

Satish Verma

No Contradicts

No answers help.
Can we become old together?
My wet poems were for mankind.

You carry the weight of my
love. I am trying to discover myself
You need noises to live. Silence would kill.

The moon was my soulmate.
Don't make death your friend. I am
asking god to change his style.

Satish Verma

Why your Face Disappears?

Let me think. Death
is your mother? Of life? It feeds you?
You cannot abandon your body without asking?

Think again. Who loves
you in the realm of chaos. The anchor
breaks. Let you swim now?

Socrates teaches you how
to die. Timeless pain tells the truth
You cannot refuse drinking hemlock.

Satish Verma

Gravity is Decreasing

O moon, you bleed
therefore you are immortal. Trying to become
real being to write the agony of darkness.

Was it a collective
crime. I look at the sky and
see the distancing stars.

Tweet at me. The sun is waning.
Why is the world alive? Few glittering
stones are ready to die.

Satish Verma

In Throes of Murders

We are all liers
No love is made. Racism? Tell
your agony. Money flies.

The faith is negated.
Talking to sun. Lot's of misery.
Savageness. Anxiolytic prevails.

How will you look at
the moon? The muse! Can go
silently for a suicide?

Satish Verma

Crazy Dream Thoughts

I am not you. You
are not me. When the different stars
meet? Another black hole is born.

Sitting for silent vigil.
Do not know who had died first
in the memory of first love.

There was no equation.
My tears split. I would not find you.
O god to love you forever.

Satish Verma

When the Sun was Born?

I was living inside me.
How long, the end would come
one day? In the dark there was no paper, no pen.

The quality of ascent
is failing. Inch by inch blood is diluting.
Living will be a rarer event.

Is it possible, you
can throw a death in the eyes of
weeping moon for bargaining?

Satish Verma

What is not Yours?

Metamorphosis.
My pre-pain blooms. My foot
wear breaks. I walk barefoot.

Every sound hurts.
The cocoon will not burst. Kafka
breaks the line and puts a stop.

Before the law, you
were happy. Now it is time to
kill the truth. No one sees.

Satish Verma

Defining Rapture

Today bare love of
moon is with tears to miss a lover
behind the colors of rainbow,

I have killed my ego
before you. This evening a biggest glacier
will fall in the sea of intimacy.

Give me pleasure daily.
I will bargain for the nightful sparks
for your rotating pink eyes.

Satish Verma

Was it Atrocious?

Lifting my zero
gravity, you bite my arms
to take revenge for throwing roses.

I am collecting the
ruins of the future. Part with me.
O my past, you bleed.

It is warm, it is
cool. You cover your head in the rain
I open my heart when you come.

Satish Verma

Stone Heart

Were you a virgin,
I asked my poem? Unmitigated.
Don't tremble. I stand by.

After narcissism, love
opens the door. You were too naive.
Your thoughts levitate.

I redeem from my rebirth.
to distract from manipulation.
My legs move without asking.

Satish Verma

Encyclopaedia of Lost Words

Deep and black were
pains, making an arch to give you
presence of roses.

Portraying the slavery of
love. No need of heart's moon.
A thorn whisks away the wish.

I warn you to bury
the knife along with the burial of
my poems. I have never seen the blood.

Satish Verma

Bonfire was the Last

Between blue and black
the moon peaks in harsh winter.
Are you in the emergence stage?

Give me the sacred
water. I want to salute the eternal
beauty. I was an observer.

The butterflies dance.
to celebrate earth's marriage.
Ganges invites all the followers.

Satish Verma

I Will See You

I cannot do this,
cutting my thumb, to build the broken
heart. A succinct story sits in the sun.

You snatch my peace
of third eye. Now I want to cover the
saga. The abstract will give torments.

Any confession plays the
trick. You are wounded without words.
It was the modernism of love?

Satish Verma

I am Alive

What is the power
of man? Any divine answer? The cruelty
was given to humans as a gift?

Blood and murder
are one. You chop my heart, when
I am living without violence.

Wrap me to quiver. The
storm and a candle will fight. You dig
a cave for a lioness.

Satish Verma

Will you Teach Me?

O god, the time in your
moment dies to watch the nemesis.
I pick the snakes between man and cheetah.

Your pride if wronged
bleeds in my poems. We all are destroyed
by changing the name of Supernova.

Sometimes the god turns
into a fakir to share the agony of human spirits.
After all it was your creation.

Satish Verma

No Ripples

What you want to
say? A shocker to dismember
the life to find a rapture?

Crossing the greens
of truth from lip to lip the tears
stand. Why do you live to save an ant?

Lame duck will go for an
ambush? What was in isometric
love? My bones stand for justice.

Satish Verma

You are Meeting Yourself?

When I was laughing,
I lost my poems. After the iron grip of
venom and fangs there was revelation.

Are you a good listener?
Great poets are on the return. My
thumb prints the key to open the mausoleum.

Will you see the truth
of murder of a prayer and the questioner
comes to know the flowing blood.

Satish Verma

Are we Immoralist?

Was it a religious death
by obtusing the karma? I don't want
to seek the oldest human.

What goes out of the body
by burning the love ? I am being
churned in humanity in broad daylight.

What takes you to the end?
One thing matters. We are forgetting
the language of man. I want to give you flashes.

Satish Verma

From Man to God

The blackout was
risk of adventure. Do you expose
your navel? The toll of love?

Can you figure out the
drops of red rain? Who is to blame?
Who was drying the sea of tears?

My poems are free
from stigmas. Blue are the hands
holding lips. No snake charmer coming.

Satish Verma

Happiness Remains Buried

The thirst of newness
makes you move away from the crowd of
grievers. I ask the moon, why does he cry?

What was the ritual, when
you seek redemption from
the bonfires of forgotten love?

In fact, sorrow was
a beautiful heritage of truth processors.
You make a temple, and god breaks it.

Satish Verma

Arrival of Vision

I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.

Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.

Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.

Satish Verma

The Pith of Questions

I am sad, you cannot
walk with me in the search of the
door bell of a dead temple.

Terrible, it was fluorescent.
Shame some globes are turning dark.
You are cool and cannot stop.

You are going into yourself.
to meet the dying end. No immortality.
will save the melting Himalayas.

Satish Verma

Who was the Muse of My Poems

The time flies wearing
the past. I hold the stone pain to
prevent the future to commit suicide.

Do you love the phenomenal
knocking. Some pure faces open the
eyes to stop the death. I'm ready to go.

Something stops you, before
you ignite the road. No rain will
come to save the poor's corner home.

Satish Verma

No Notches Left

Who wants to die poor
near the sufferings? You were wounded by
unknown power. How much was true?

No desire to make a
new world. It was unbecoming. No
time to think about yourself.

Tonight you will lose
yourself. O venomous snake. Ending was
unending. A poison enters and a poem screams.

Satish Verma

Can you Prescribe Me?

These are not my
words. The knowledge sinks in mind.
What is now the result of meaning?

Everything cracks, counting
the dark lips of undying betrayals.
You walk before the burning moon.

There was no preface. No
End. The middle book was a discovery
of the author called by many names.

Satish Verma

To the Loneliness

Pulling the sun down,
a state of love comes, but pain
was not mine, You were my mirror.

How long the lamps
will go to search the mind to
reach the death of an unknown name?

The timid fame was the
last blunder. Each god sheds the crown
of pure reality. It was an eternal call.

Satish Verma

What Else was Agony

It was a difficult
hunt for truth, when life stabs,
sun sets and moon comes out.

Can you talk to the
breaking mirror, why the stranger
goes to plums to swipe off the tears.

Stroking the pen, I
write about the hell, how to find the punished
angel for stealing my happiness.

Satish Verma

You want Natural

It was over, the
charisma of the rising moon. But
inquisition has no tolerance.

I have been wrong
to become perfect. Life demands
the pound of flesh for thinking.

Something misses to
come near the Agni and someone freezes
you without water. Where the love has gone?

Satish Verma

Where the Love has Gone?

It was over, the
charisma of the rising moon. But
inquisition has no tolerance.

I have been wrong
to become perfect. Life demands
the pound of flesh for thinking.

Something misses to
come near the Agni and someone freezes
you without water. Why future betrays?

Satish Verma

It is Difficult to Say Goodbye

When your lines follow
contours, you become straight.
It is very difficult to remain simple.

Life is scandalous to
hold the round figures. Your stamina
is tested, when you talk about Cleopatra.

I am blood and the
muse. The paper remains blank
till the scream comes from the grave.

Satish Verma

Dylan Thomas Comes Alive

The moon dies every
day when a sun was killed. The innocent
lightning was burning all virgins.

Surely this is a dream.
But I am digging out the remains
of buried enemies to apologize.

Waist- high the pain of
peers does not stop. You want to go
to the beloved land of tears.

Satish Verma

We will Kill the Hate

Beauty will never perish.
Write my name on a star, I will
crash on the white moon.

When your hands are
scented, I invite the wind to spread
the fame of dark blue sacrifice.

Whoever will climb the
grapevine forget the oath of
becoming a sage in the dark night.

Satish Verma

Legendary is Dead

Immaculately, I etch
your name on a tall tree, pretending
to love the unknown pain.

A terrible femininity
appears, but is escapable for a gory
theme to bring down the god.

I will collect all the
names of sins to be punished
like Sisyphus. Tranquility comes in blood.

Satish Verma

Laundering

Empirical formula
was a mad arithmetic. The art of
love fails the calculations.

Let me contribute to the academic
race beyond the mountains of knowledge.
Do you find any god?

The Egyptian fear comes
back to make mummies of dead
bodies of success in love.

Satish Verma

Inverted Poetry

In my repose, I
go for an illusion .The new legacy
has a queer say. No kissing.

A hostile love breaks
the earth to enter the hole of gifts
in the fading pain of success.

Living for only bread, but
no salt. The sweetness betrays one day.
A dead person gets up after sleeping on a pyre.

Satish Verma

Pain Award

Give me your night,
I will make a sun. The prophecy
is not true. You remove the disease.

You step into the red
water. No mercy. There was too much
blood in the melting glacier.

I am surrounded by
words. No empathy. The wounds invite
them to come and stand in line.

Satish Verma

The Question of Stopping

Sparking the old
pinch a fabulous star flips you
to turn in the chair.

The vanished time
comes to know when the end starts
of taking revenge with yourself.

Nothingness teaches
you. I live in my aches to find the
answer of all time wait.

Satish Verma

My Signatures

No hoax. I am dating
myself. The body displays the
culture, a suicidal dharma.

Who delivers the pain
and who was the receiver? The resilience
of love pokes my sanity.

The climax comes, when
the sun and the moon strike. The
tears of the dead sea want to give salt.

Satish Verma

When the Thoughts Break

I found again, my
poems, the haunted imprints of
shattered hearts in gothic style.

Poems twist. Old words
are disappearing. Love changes the
meaning. Underground seeds explode.

The foundations begin to
crumble. Would I ever see the justice
of the will to reassemble the grass?

Satish Verma

Retreating

When equity is
considered, punctuation stops.
I was ready for a naked test.

You can count my
fingers to make a hole. Keep
your hand on a burning candle.

Do not stand in line.
The end will come without asking.
No confidence can prevent the light.

Satish Verma

You are Trembling

It was not a rope.
O venomous reptile, I am not your man.
After a colossal fall, the poem bursts in a flame.

The border sun was very

shy. Something is missing in your eyes.
Animalism prevails. No human love.

A nameless pain speaks.
You want to carry all the pains of
humanity to the laughing Buddha?

Satish Verma

I Don't have Anything

Giving your age was
like replication, was a heinous
crime. It is not my largesse.

How are you living?
Did you study it? Death without
pain? Elsewhere who doesn't want a birth?

Wolves are coming again.
The Jungle goes empty of imperialism.
O clouds give me water.

Satish Verma

To Become Whole

In paroxysm nothing
appeals. I test the burning home.
Where the pigeons will nest now.

The poetics search
the soothing effect of punishment.
Oh in another case give me Ganges.

Fever comes and goes.
You also survive near the ghats.
I talk only with the absent God.

Satish Verma

What does the Line Say?

The salt behaves, enduring
the protagonist. I grab my pains to know
the truth, where the sun is buried.

Love explores the wounds.
Each heart has a saga of giving
away the essence of life.

Two halves want to unite.
Words float in the air, unwritten, unspoken.
Catch them when you are upset.

Satish Verma

For the Proud God

Adam and Eve.
What was the magic of these words?
Mayflowers have a secret of divining love.

You go for a new journey.
Via commas and full stops. Under the
moon you drink the venom of love.

Who was connecting the
threads of pain? Making life heavy,
O god your name is fading.

Satish Verma

What Do You Mean

When you prick, I
write a poem. I talk to you
even in your absentia.

When I held your hand,
you were not there and you went
on talking about your love for me.

Life has many faces.
Dashes and dots. You run after the moon
and light the candles in line.

Satish Verma

Know Thyself

You are complex,
I am easy. Some memories speak.
I started reading Gita again.

There was sorrow in
the suffering of a wild king,
he was tortured. The queen dies in sleep.

Will you preserve
the difference between animal and man
but togetherness wins.

Satish Verma

Silence is Worshiped

Disheveled, you had
touched the dried blood on the
wall. A stunning feel to invoke mercy.

There was no clarity.
What is life? Back to back love evaporates.
Empty paper has nothing to offer.

The last goodbye to god.
Nothing has been helped. You can
feel the curse. There is no truth.

Satish Verma

Nostalgia of Pains

The itch persists. I
want to stay at-large to protect
myself in the infant sensuality.

I remember my poverty
daily to become rich. Why did you
remove your wounds?

Disturbingly, femininity comes
to the forefront. The moon undresses
to show the stigmas, doing nothing.

Satish Verma

Two makes Three

The words are dancing.
Ego changes many faces, but
no shadow follows, where you go.

This happens love
becomes a panic. I cannot touch you.
Why have I lost my pen?

Capricious jasmines of shades
smile. You are me, and I am you.
Where the love lives, static pain moves.

Satish Verma

Whom I Dispel

It was not an orb
processing a moon. A spider measures
the length of the distant fly,

I have asked nothing.
The torch wants a pure vision.
Death will not come easy.

It is absurd to watch
the rose garden. The wolves
have destroyed the beauty of god man.

Satish Verma

Everything is Naked

Not fragile, I always
move forward. Theologically, I
will prove who looks behind me.

I remember you. The
morning is still dark. The dust still
covers our peers in the storm.

Rilke, how did you
find the power of will? I do not
wish to write the holocaust again.

Satish Verma

Did you Meet an Antiman?

You want to make the
pain happy? Like Gestapo you had
picked me. My half-poem becomes the antimatter.

Where has the sensuality gone
in the rose garden? Who was the changer?
What now honeybees are coming?

Between right and wrong
lives our god. Did you ever adored him
to change your gender?

Satish Verma

How to Make you Happy?

I don't think about
myself, and try to rip off the meaning
of suffering in the interest of love.

I won't listen to the
voice of painful howling of two hounds
near the cemetry. Do they predict the holocaust?

After insane bargaining
you sell the truth in the death of the future.
Life takes revenge for killing the past.

Satish Verma

Weighing the Coins

In a rose garden
What you were searching for me alone?
Metamorphosis? Grief will come again.

You cannot compete
with immortal pain. What was
your place in the Milky Way?

Standing in the dark, how much
light will you throw? An inner voice now
calls the end of the road.

Satish Verma

Walking on Wetland

What a dream? I
am not a beau, a poet. Trying to
become a genius, a part of god.

The pain was in my
eyes. Why do I want to reach
the moon to see infinity?

The wait of the melting
glacier, to see how long penguins
will live and then men will take them away.

Satish Verma

Strange Shadows

I wanted to reach
you one day. Will you open the door?
Did you apologize for not committing suicide?

No restriction to go
beyond the sky. No objection to end.
Between real you and real me it was dark.

There was pain between
spoken and unspoken words. I have seen
the thousand ants in line to jump on the flames.

Satish Verma

Time Holds my Legs

My burning moment was
eternity of time in your hands. Can
you shut your eyes to see the world falling?

My abstract was god.
And the pain was very original. It had
no scars. The blood leaks from the heart.

The keynote is in your
brain. Time cheats you. Timelessly
you bid for only love.

Satish Verma

How to Open the Wounds?

We have the same
price. Do not go into the sea. There was
no point to look back again.

The unwritten words
can talk by combatting. The prophecy
speaks in proxy and becomes history.

What was the myth
of collecting all the poisons to kill the
earth? Tools are making a wasteland.

Satish Verma

The Soil Accepts

Time speaks, I am
not sure, you have crossed many rivers.
It was the last as an axiom.

A zero can go to
infinity. The demons will come again.
Bells will toll loudly. You kill and make history.

Pray for any religious
ism. I remain in concern to save
humanity. The cheetahs have come.

Satish Verma

Bleeding and Melting

Where you go, sun will
rise. My knowledge was very
poor. I was running after the butterflies.

Do you know me? But
I don't know where I am, a poem
comes. The pilgrim has lost the way.

Pain was time. You
will not explain how beautiful
the game. I am no more visible.

Satish Verma

The Candle Flickers in Storm

The grief was intense
in individualization. I walked on
the singed coals due to rain brutality.

Someone comes from
your back after touching Buddha
in sleep. I did it again. Killed my poem.

A speculation. I am
alone. Who lives for others? A toeless
ghost laughs, but walks very fast.

Satish Verma

Sitting on Hive

Water and flares were
walking together. Who survives to
ask the god to give justice?

The deep well of
our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want
to collect the knowledge. It kills.

Love is not yours.
No light helps. It burns the core
of the heart. I have discovered my path.

Satish Verma

See my Point

The silk spreads on
your tongue. No less, it was a lottery
of blood. Not a pathless glory.

Are you going to decimate
the truth? What was ingenuity? Suddenly
an immobile moon.

A dark sunrise. Who
had gathered the sins? Can you
modify the past? Do you still go holistic?

Satish Verma

The Scholar Prays

The mythical chariot
comes again and again to take
me away. I refuse to leave.

You were not like you are today.
I think about the cosmic .The duplicity.
Man builds knowledge.

The eagle does not dive.
Sharpens the talons. Snake invites
him to carry him away for food.

Satish Verma

Panther in Cage

It reflects my agony.
I have no connectivity left
with the broken rainbow in the sky.

When I am shot at,
I tell my pain to my poems. No
more homicides of love.

The penetration of light
drinks the mantras. You invoke
the invisible future. I go inside.

Satish Verma

Not Negative

This helplessness.
You cannot change the world.
He dares not to live.

This was the purpose
of not killing the ants? You
want to wear the moon?

Some lesser pain hurts,
when rosses kiss. I had been tortured
whole life for saying NO.

Satish Verma

Me and Pain are One

A rusted message was
to morph a Hitler in black hands.
This was an ambush of embrace.

Love after the violence
has something to say. Pain on
pain enlightens you to meet your soul.

Now you are cut out
to become a wound of god. The
lamp of truth will decide your destiny.

Satish Verma

This is my Departure Debut

Why do you want to live
in my skin ? Why was this a poison?
What was the weakness of your ascent?

What would be my tale?
Am I competent to kill the Drosera?
A plant eats the insect as a food?

Your own power melts,
when you start learning love. Why
you want to become the black moon?

Satish Verma

A Spider Walks on The Skin

I am going to stop
thinking about myself. Core of knowledge
fails. I am losing the dialogues.

How long do you have to
drink hemlock daily? The death comes
and goes back. Is it a magic?

Fever rises. Why you
are standing between the lotuses? What
was the secret of creating beauty in mud?

Satish Verma

Noiseless Footfalls

The question is, why
does one die? I catch the flying words.
Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends.

The heart speaks, after
the clouds. Rainbow comes. The
edge sharpens for kindness.

The renegade wants to
come back after the war. Religion may
not agree. Where was the god?

Satish Verma

Beyond the Horizon

The cost of suffering,
you will not tell, O god I look
at sky. You are dangerous.

The kingdom and the
silent moon. I am not in exile. The echo
of voiceless pain asks me to smile.

Do not go into solitude.
The purity of heart gives a lesson.
Your love will not break a mirror.

Satish Verma

Who Will be a Judge?

O guardian pain,
when you sleep-I remember
of a sin to catch fireflies of love.

The listener has no
ears. Understands by eyes. You want
to write with the blood of a weeping god.

Are you a waister of
hungry stories of the werewolves?
The executioner waits for the offender.

Satish Verma

Half-done

How dumb you are to
like another god who was not
even appeared. Gossip of unseen begins.

I commit, die in the
hands of my love. You move a theme
to declare that an immortal was dead.

You don't look at what
you are in the company of believers.
Suddenly the truth becomes a lie.

Satish Verma

What an Evolution?

I am a giver, losing
my memory, further from the truth,
talking like a patriarch.

The virginity of thoughts
is at risk to brace the attack of
honeybees. No intellectual community.

I am asking myself to
make myself a genius A suicidal.
thought is referred to god.

Satish Verma

When Would you Come?

When you wear the skin,
a new renaissance begins. Almost
earth smiles and I thank the sky.

Miles and miles the sun
runs to sweep the dust and burns
the dry trees standing straight.

An infinite row of kisses
waiting for the lake to scream,
since the moon refuses to walk on her chest.

Satish Verma

No Teacher is Present

Conceptual pain of
poverty bleeds. Are you interested
in elimination of the brain?

The poetry was washing
the truth. Dharma cracks. The pain
does not remember the body.

I halt the whisper
of apotheosis. Every man is a god
What you say, god does not.

Satish Verma

Decline of Stings?

To talk about the
bequeaths, on the failures of oracles,
you were praying about the vain awards.

Do you know about the
witchcraft of a fallen ficus tree. There was
a black magic for healing a broken moon.

A temple was demolished
to change the god. Someone laughs from the
woods at night. A bronze body becomes a new god daily.

Satish Verma

O Sky you were Right

Walking in a storm.
to forfeit my song. There was
emptiness and heart pain.

Was this a collective
sacrifice? Everything is turned.
No miraculous escape from the end.

Sun was becoming
weak. The war has a special thesis.
Only violence will bring peace.

Satish Verma

Painful Review

Can love be ever noble?
I was death. You throw a stone
in an empty well to test the water.

The cult of constant
pain was a religion. But the ship
will not come into sight.

How much life was
in a dying moon? I am still walking
in a cave full of treasure.

Satish Verma

Coming from Underground

Nothing to say. A
wilting rose was calling you. Hold
my arm in red. Do not hurt my fingers.

The struggle of love
demands action. You have to read
once, the Rosetta Stone.

Everything has an alphabet.
In our breast the wars have a history
of wild love. God does not watch.

Satish Verma

My Consciousness

Make it your friend
your suffering. A dead book will
tell you to survive the lightning.

I am not myself to
know you O god. Remaining forlorn
I pick the sand again to make my home.

I cannot pay your debt
in truth and integrity. A bucket
of blood will be sufficient.

Satish Verma

Naked as Moon

You are not what you were.
You have moved on. You know what is the
the cost of the tear of a rose in the morning?

Some people are very loud.
Some things are not to be said. Certain
things you don't want to hear. Lying lips bleed.


Our journey is long and
may be thugged. No body wants to
sing in the tune of Cobra.

Satish Verma

I Apologize

You are living on
your own, to find me. I was
in between the lines. Was it a misophonia?

To make a temple for
each other to give a farewell. Will give a
relief when the pillars will stand forever?

Who will touch my poverty.
An invisibility gives a resilience
for a love song in reverse undying pain.

Satish Verma

I Will Go Back

The water drinks you
slowly in exile. Your land is thirsty.
I carry my pain behind my heart.

The memory remembers only
the burials. You cannot forget your
image. Time kills the lips.

I am always conscious. Questions
bite. Why you need self-deception? Ultimately
you get your answer in the dust.

Satish Verma

Dying Here

In lies and crimes
who wants to live for eternity? How
green was my valley, I used to die daily.

It was difficult to
exist in light. You must kill
the truth to go back to zero.

A tree has a big philosophy.
It will not leave the ground and roots
will never die from end to end.

Satish Verma

Black Berries

Daily it was a war. Aftermath
there is death. I am evacuating one
by one my bones. Your thoughts begin a funeral.

Sophia, why do you need
an epitaph again. Life is very cruel.
Why to remember to receive the awards.

Who was a stupid
to build a new world? You keep on
teaching the stars that sun is going to die.

Satish Verma

Can There be a Reward?

Deceiving yourself you
have become a king. The queen
will follow you in the dark.

The charisma of magic
begins. Who will climb the Himalayas
without legs in the snowfall of love?

Bring the flowers of
jasmines. Beautiful but not similar,
but bring the same fragrance for sleeping god.

Satish Verma

Where is Zen Home?

My psycho was transliterating
your agony. You could imbue me after
your unparalleled perfection.

Nature starts the Armageddon.
You reach near the Hawthorn and Hazel
tree, to be cloaked with pain.

Your grey tongue has
to say something. How will you come
out from dark house to light.

Satish Verma

Thinking Great

Nothing was left to talk.
It preaches violence. An illumination
plays fascism. I freak out.

We look at each other
uncovering the truth. Every man
wants to live at the cost of others.

A brief smile, small
tears can open heart. Do you think
we can cross the snakes?

Satish Verma

Your Wisdom and Inspiration

Never thought, you will
come nearer to me. When reality
fails, let me maneuver your amnesia.

Standing under the
hazel tree, I give you a call. It is
getting dark to reach home of the moon.

Nobody knows my tragedy.
When god was ready to take me away,
I said I have to kiss the red moon.

Satish Verma

Elixir is Bitter

My thumb prints the
blood. From where the sun rises?
Don't tell me everything. Mond shatters.

The Annual rings were
increasing in the woods. Why
is someone collecting the skulls?

Is it a crime to
remain free? The dead are perfect.
Mouths are still open to shut the hearts.

Satish Verma

Nobody Dies

There was no return.
You were a huge mirage of a
golden effigy. The incantation begins.

The pain is severe.
Age factor was a killer. You were like
a river, witnessing the sinking of a burning ship.

A cruel elegy. Do
you think it was monumental
to write down my saga with a burning candle.

Satish Verma

Like Weeping Willows

I am crying again.
My Simba is gone. Before closing eyes,
unstopped he was looking at me.

Is it better to hang?
I will ask Sylvia Plath, what was the need,
to close all the windows and set gas free.

I slapped me. What was
the attachment with an alien? I was
looking at the face of Venus.

Satish Verma

Individuals Join

You require a beginning.
It was too difficult to wake a
buried python. There was a blind love.

You dream of a third arm
to make a triangle. Love, faith
and knife to start a new world.

No imagination. It
was reality. The drama never started.
The crowd freezes without cold.

Satish Verma

Your Depth of Being

The sun is fading.
I have lost my footprints in the jungle.
The thorns will show me the path.

The Venus of my
poems wakes. The assisted pain.
comes to meet a yogi. The soul cries.

Here is my revenge.
Smoldering on the arguments.
The magnificent memories are buried.

Satish Verma

Am I Losing?

The first shot was
visceral to synchronize the zenith
and a plunge. The proxy invites disaster.

In my rare agony, I
have poured my lava of pain. I want
to scream to collect all the moments.

You imitate a sword to cut
from both the sides Will angels
live in heaven?

Satish Verma

No Cause

Today I wept. It was
not my pain. Was it a right to murder?
If you were me, would you stand on the pyre?

Unequivocal, someone
commits suicide. The swaying body
tells the history of home.

Vultures are sitting in
a group. Why one has died because
of the debt? God would pay off?

Satish Verma

Is it carnival?

A biological split
divides the water of a well to
become weaponize.

A riverbed bed comes
up to see the result. It has
brought the lotus from the mud.

The ocean has a very
deepstay. Earth was not sliding.
The man returns to collect the pearls.

Satish Verma

Let the Ariel Smoke

Stone heart, in my sleep
you come to study the falling power
of love to clear the black board.

Where do I go to
find peace? People are swallowing
the burning coals. Very sweet.

My poems sweep. One by
one I am dropping my possessions
to become a fakir, going near god.

Satish Verma

Unwaiting

You are not what
love was. The moon never sets
to burn the barn. A god may arrive.

The kissed mark is
still glowing, making a birth
mark of an unknown deity.

I will call the property
of the priest to make full the
jar of tears after the death of the sun.

Satish Verma

Some Stories

Building my ruins
again. There was no pain out
of love. Unreality was valid.

My voice is changing to
recuse the black thoughts. No
moon comes near me any more.

I want to become as
I was, to renew the nakedness of
truth. Life has made it dirty.

Satish Verma

You and God

A wordless suffering
is in the grip of werewolf.You
wear the brain to place the agony.

The pain unfinds you.
A poignant feeling to share the
gift of understanding the poems.

I would miss the
spoken words of the sky,that there is
no ending of stars. Better to live on earth.

Satish Verma

Is it Possible?

The Large head and the
third eye appears to belong to an
alien, crawling on my wall to remove my existence.

Was it possible that I
would be changing my color like a
reptile, dragging like a croc on the land.

My religion failed me.
Truth was unhappy. I don't want
to break the thread reaching the moon.

Satish Verma

You Go Back in Wombs

I am your crime
You are my sin. No guilt to kill
the shadow king. But art of life continues.

How many times
does the blood flow? The time goes
backward to know. We learned any time?

Your flesh is disappearing.
to expose the bones of our culture.
The skin still has the god's signature.

Satish Verma

My Dilemma was Pure

I am taking birth
again on singed coals.The grinding
will light the colored sparks.

The tyranny gives
up fangs one day to get stigma
washed. The windows have been changed

My philosophy gambles.
Has no hypothesis to improve the
world. I want to burn the results.

Satish Verma

Why You Say, I am a God

My home is lost in
you, without teaching. The
school is closed. It gives relief.

The point of view
disappears. The eternity of one
moment, will bring the god to tears.

Everyday I feel pain.
The cleanliness of mind will
give you freedom to dig a black hole.

Satish Verma