Return to Old Song

Like the cuttlefish
you throw the inky juice. I go blind.
Who will read the history of man.

The mockingbird follows
you, like of a military race. The collective
fall invites you for a new word.

Tonight the moon was
very low to repeat the audacity of
walking on singing coals.Who was a thief?

Satish Verma

The Snake Never Asks

Pin pin drop. I start
my silence.My poems of sea become
violent. You teach the sun.

My pain moves backward.
I am laughing with stings.The venom
turns into a helix. You go yp.

A cold blooded murder.
Have mercy. Whole body is dead. Only
heart beats to give you strength.

Satish Verma

Why are You Melting Down?

Between friend and foe
you think to kill the mockingbird?
How come, the volcano didn't explode?

A nascent thorn wants
to become a flower. You always speak
differently like a peacock dancing.

So you want to hurl
against the high waves of violence.
Don’t print the blood on the wall.

Satish Verma

Are You Carnivorous?

Love makes the jasmines
weightless. Your confession tells about
poverty. I walk in dreams.

Night makes you rich.
The door opens for the spirits. Now spare some
life to listen to the voices of the unknown.

It was almost done to
create a god of nobody. Where the
carnivores live to devour the loved ones.

Satish Verma

Prayers Work

A serpentine pain,
and sad water freeze.
Stones were floating.

Where the moon
will go, in deep water to
find the lost lover.

Wolves are coming
again to tear brutally, the
dreams of quarter money.

Satish Verma

Analysis

What was the infinity
of pain in everyday life? At night
I scramble to catch the moon.

You were always invisible.
I collect dust under your feet. Wanted
to become like you O Buddha.

Sometimes you cry
silently in the sun under the sky. The
shade of the Bo tree burns.

Satish Verma

Our Salvation

How will you go from
moon to god? Sometimes I feel like
drinking hemlock. Easy to die.

But this is denying the
god. This thinking is very cruel. Preparing
for invasion? Are you ready to open?

Flowers are coming near the
flames. Who will call honey bees?
It will be a collective suicide.

Satish Verma

A Glorious Death

The gender voice makes you
dumb. One more chapter is beheaded.
My pain comes silently to me.

What do we differ? A beautiful
finish of an era is over. When you faint,
someone chops away your thumb.

Between the cause and
violent hurts, you want justice for
all the souls who left peacefully.

Satish Verma

Why the Wind Stops?

I have no future, no
thoughts. You want to kill porcupines.
My star is trembling for an objective.

In the end, I will
start my life after breaking the shrine.
Truth always touches the feet.

I am taking revenge
on myself. The willow weeps. One day I will
not be able to save you my god.

Satish Verma

My Philosophy

I am the creator of
my pains to reach god with a
mirror. It becomes foggy.

How do you control the
words to hide the meaning of truth?
We secretly agree to kill the philosopher.

Why was your tone paralyzed?
I wanted to know how Socrates was
killed? Do we regret for hemlock?

Satish Verma

No Troubles

Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My virgin
thoughts move. A moo exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
The distance between stars was increasing.
I stop looking in the mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves. I want to walk straight
to watch the rebirth of love.

Satish Verma

One Lesson a Day

My possessed belief
was cynical. May I ask a question?
Why do you escape from love?

You have to be true
and honest. There is a satan, and
a god in you. A black bird enters the bones.

Standing on a mosaic
of words you develop a glitch.
I was listening to my sparrows.

Satish Verma

When I am Understanding Myself

My eyes are shut,
your lips are sealed. Our nemesis is
same. You are formless. I try to touch you.

Being monotheist I
want to disappear to become footprints
of unbroken faith. Universal eyes?

There were few minds
to follow me. There was a question
creating turmoil. Why life ends?

Satish Verma

Autocracy

Sovereignty of thoughts
in the well of eyes. Something tells
about love. Who dictates the blood?

Morosity develops, when
alien hand catches you.Stark naked
buds of roses tear the sun.

It was anonymous to
open the eyes of flames.The lightning
will clear drops of my tears.

Satish Verma

Of All Luxuries

The predator delivers
the justice of hunch, when fusion begins.
You become your best friend.

I was not there. No
flexibility for cyanide. I will accept
the end. I will count my all wrongs.

Think, my mind thinks again
Do you know what life drinks in
sleep? I was not honest to death.

Satish Verma

Touching your Mind Daily

Unmasking to remain
human. Listen, listen to my bane.
I am neither living, nor dead.

I am left with what I am not.
after you walked away with Agni.
My footfalls resound in water.

I am taking care of
lovebirds. They miss you when calls
don't come and food runs short.

Satish Verma

Buddha Will Not Sleep

Nothing belongs to me.
This is my vendetta to kill the pain.
Let it go. Chop the outgrowth.

Reading life's books again.
The Author is the same, but the ink
has changed. I am reverting to red.

Have you ever seen
blood white and the river was red
in the sun, the horizon was burning?

Satish Verma

Evergreen Valley

Your chair is unoccupied.
I am waiting for you to come.
But you will not.

Why does it happen?
When I touch you, you are not there.
A silent poem writes your name.

Untouchable was your
pain. An eagle hovers in the blue sky
to pick up the child of death.

Satish Verma

How Big Idea Comes?

Pain of the day comes
again to light the lamp.The moths
are ready to become fumes.

What a hidden beauty
of love! No one wants to see the silo
burn.Who kills the god?

One day seeds will explode.
They had given a promise to build a
huge tree of bo for Buddha.

Satish Verma

Sit Beside Me

You are my philosophy.
I am your uncertainty. Love
belongs to pain.

Shattered with absolutes,
I want to remain single with the
flowers. Nobody wants to think.

Will logic give you power?
Or does the meaning make it clear?
Life was walking with death.

Satish Verma

Sleep Me in Your Eyes

I won't give up.
Don't throw the water on me.
I am playing with fire.

Killing quietly you
slither like a snake to change
the sex in honor of seizing power.

Why was death being
sold very cheap after the wrath?
Paper- thin love carries Himalayas.

Satish Verma

You Have to Give Space

When the singer forgets
his song, a pause mesmerizes. The
unseen suckers come on the stage.

What a savage attack, my honey
on a beautiful beehive. Is it not
insane to burn the nest of innocents?

Don't throw the dried
roses. No one was great. The words
will not get the answers.

Satish Verma

Mute Meaning

Something is going to
hit your conscience. Time to go
silent. One should stop sinning.

How will you decide O god
to end the world ? The writing on
blackboard is wiped off.

Your sharpened nails,
O destiny shimmer like the moon, but
scratch the face of the sun.

Satish Verma

Where is the Place of Prayers?

The war still goes on.
I hugged the words. Would I abandon
the hungry savage life?

No one was going to stop
the pink fever from going up. Not to believe
in my confession of drinking blood.

Somewhere my poems will
never complete to tell my undying
super meteor of pain.

Satish Verma

A Soft Poem

I will go away from me
to find your brutal intimacy. The
blood between us stopped to mix.

Not endangered to walk
with me in climbing a volcano. The
pain spectrum starts burning.

A slap of love will touch
you when the sun sets and the moon falls
in your rotating shut eyes.

Satish Verma

Hope was Mortal

With minimum solar
effect on black spots of war and
peace I needed little water for sanity.

I always weave dreams
to invite my moon, so that I can
see your beautiful eyes.

Don't go my angel back
to your abode in the deep sea.
Earth was burning. I am on fire.

Satish Verma

In Captivity

The blind moon falls
in sea. Encounter breaks out in blue
green water and an enigma.

Don't look at me. Struggle
for power began after the
magnificent queen was dead.

You wear a talisman,
upside down unceremoniously,
to catch the violent heartbeats.

Satish Verma

Where the Love Lives?

A blind end. No pain.
The path leaves, washing the
inside and outside. My carafe breaks.

Where will the water go?
Can we create a silence of nothingness?
The materials scream in a loud voice.

The abnormal looks beautiful.
I search for the answers in the dark.
My thoughts shout, My art was stolen.

Satish Verma