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