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

Your Temporal Existence

You wait for me
to learn the corridor going
to marbled stone god. This was my faith.

Only the pain of ravens
was true. It was not black as their
feathers were dark. Look, someone is watching.

I cannot bid goodbye
to myself. I am alive in all my poems,
singing as white as the moon.

Satish Verma