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