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