Surrender

A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink.
A beautiful sunset.

If ever I lose you,
I will never believe in
blue darkness of my lips.

Tell me who was the
killer, when I said I love you
to the end of the earth.

Satish Verma

Who was Ready for Hemlock?

In stunned peace, it
was dying again. You were not in
picture, when I loved you.

Which god I ask,
to become a human? You were not, then
who was? I am searching myself.

You were under seige
of fake sins. Your life has crossed
all the temples, where the dharma lives?

Satish Verma

My Silver Home

Can you share your
success? You give pain to everyone.
You were stealing the happiness of poors.

A priceless stigma to be
lifted from the cemetery of the
creative zombies. I am turning back all the gods.

The truth has no names
no home. Only souls live to wait
for the white bodies.

Satish Verma

Casabianca

No word walks with
me. I am tired like a smoke bird,
waiting for my lost love.

My future was a sin,
I will not speak of the past. When Borax
fails, I fall at the feet of my palm.

Eyes are cheap. But
response gives the empty bowl
filled by the moon last night.

Satish Verma

In Moon Light Shade

The moon rises with
stone-face. I wanted to see the
pulse of water. The sodium melts.

I am writing my age
in your palm to see the
attachment of golden tears.

Let the blood flow
from your thumb, before you
shoot the chest of a peacock.

Satish Verma

Return my Love

It is tragic, when
the road ends. The ignorance
takes me to the sea. Where is my hunger?

A humanoid prick
and you become a snake. Where
was the last man in history?

You want to live
till the day of judgement. The king of
darkness always shines.

Satish Verma

Who was Celibate?

Your coin will stay
with you. The tiger sleeps in
his cage. The scorpion turns black.

This was an avalanche.
My gravity has increased to
attract the moon. But there is no space.

Do not walk on the
burning truths. Lies have become
sweet to be tasted.

Satish Verma

Murder on the Table

Luminous, your head
rests on my chest. I pick the soil
under your feet and apply it on your forehead.

The old love speaks
in a different language. Now the
meaning has changed into greek.

I do not know when
the day ends with the sun. The
guest will come in the dark.

Satish Verma

In Twilight

A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.

Where would you
go in the dark to taste the
secret right to burn?

A corona of scented
thorns on your head attracts
the queen bees.

Satish Verma

The Twisted Hands

What I need now?
Except, the broken glass. The
love has spilled the venom.

You will not drink the
moon, conjured. The gold intervenes.
And counting of bricks begins.

What was the authentic
hate? Because the lips leave the prints
of a viper. The book starts burning.

Satish Verma

I am Not Through

In a massive attack
of pain you jumped to celebrate
the sins. The aura was magnified.

Why to be arraigned
the falling star in sea to start the
water burial of truth for ever.

I will not ignite
the heap of wood, till I talk with
the soul. Why do you want to go with the dead?

Satish Verma

I Am Living and Dying

In sadness, a cuckoo
sings. Does not want to lay eggs in
others' nest. What is the secret of undying?

In my rival's eyes, my
name was written in blood. Give
something to hurt me. My poetica shines.

I want to feel like
a beautiful cherry weeping tree
with limp branches touching the earth.

Satish Verma

Slaughter of Songs

Watching in the
dark. My pain was a big pain, came
after the solo attack of flowers.

No indictment. The
local body suffers for hush love.
The prayers forget the gods.

In nude water, the
soul takes a bath and then enters
the dead who wants to live.

Satish Verma

My Cupped Eyes

In the loneliness, it should never
be. Why do you always love the death
of roses to bury the beautiful past.

No help of any elegy.
It was separated after the fugitive
tornado, as light on the moon.

Water and Agni, I play
with both, like tears and smiles.
My name always tells the truth.

Satish Verma

Our Shadow

To see every one, listen
and to find the true blood to
bury in water forever.

Perhaps arrogance
spoils the sanctity of courage.
Pray for the unknown to come.

Don't burn the night.
You cannot stop the hour of uncertainty.
Not this pain was mine, not yours.

Satish Verma

Everything is not Black

You don't walk with
the time opening the heart. Somewhere
the earth cracks in the dark age.

Is it the end coming?
I will be taking an aim at the
moon. There was a fear of homicide.

At my ninety I plan an
apology. The myths are still surrounding
me. This is the language of cheetahs.

Satish Verma

No Visual Sorrow

Going to save my
trust. A legend is born in empty hands.
Sacred kisses become bitter.

It was a dharma,
to give an emotional wound. The eyes
open when you come out of the womb.

A divine fault. We
walk in the opposite direction from the
home. I scream to meet the creator.

Satish Verma

The Years are Gone

I had been cheated.
O goddess. I am still untouched
by you. Your eyes were very brief.

Ferocious of your dusty
skin. I weep with willow, and live
in your heart as offered of venom.

Let the Balsam become
impatient and desire requiem of
the big lotus in dried water.

Satish Verma

Every Sound of Pain

I have to say
nothing to more than my hundred
poems, who will want you.

From a star to the
moon, a river flows to touch the
untouched immortality. But the sun dies.

What is the meaning
of life? Will you smile or cry? Tell me
the external pain has turned white?

Satish Verma

Why Om Shanti?

From the lips I cannot read
me, your love. The fierce life has a high
price. It is poetry of embraces.

What would I do to reach
the milestone? It would be better to go
nowhere to find the dust of a tornado.

How many lessons, you need
to remain human .The bloody give and take
reflect the fall of drinking tears.

Satish Verma

My Untold Agony

The peers sometimes get
the inbred rebukes, but the new
sovereignty suffers. Who will make an apology.

Your flesh leaves the
footprints. Bones measure the calcium
of stones. But the heart bleeds.

It is difficult to get
full meaning of sitting under the
Bo tree. The honey bees will not hang their nests.

Satish Verma

Let Consciousness Repeat

Face to face, but
not talking, in defiance of the unknown.
Who stands on a wall to write destiny?

Will you improve
yourself? I did not know the smoke
was rising. The world will not stop.

The last god feels
through the pain. A shadow cast tells
you, why not seek asylum from the poorest.

Satish Verma

And you move Away?

Brutal, was it not?
Love and pain? Because god
was man made? Who makes the deity?

The creation. Was it
an accident? I walk slowly on
the thorns of red roses.

Would you exist without
invisible? The being was sorrowful.
Who will wipe off the moon's stigma.

Satish Verma

What Innocence

In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?

I learn from you
small things like kissing
the blood of the thumb-

When the arrow was
shot towards the tiny eye
of a dead snake.

Satish Verma

Is it the Chronology?

Again the salt lake in
my eyes spills. This world will
ever become happy one day?

Kafka, why were you
so sensitive? A melancholy teacher
becomes a god of the poor student.

How is it, the right
becomes wrong. Your chapter belongs
to the philosophy of the death of man.

Satish Verma

Extreme Drowsiness

Unfinchigly, I come
to explore the reason for fall
to explain the expired truth.

See you from evening
to moon, the unknown secrets of
incidents to open the pages of rare love.

I sleep in the books
to become a transgender. The home
has masculinity to kill the sparrows.

Satish Verma

No Retreat

It was the ascent of
lies. The truth wants to say goodbye,
for empathetically in dignity.

You wear the stars in
darkness and sleep with the moon
on the cacti in the desert of love.

The cosmos permits
to be devoured to make a new
godism and genera and species.

Satish Verma

No Fault

After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.

The world would
freeze, when I burned and
the phoenix did not dive.

Listen, I love you within
me O god to feel your pulse
when I decided to kill me.

Satish Verma

Makes the Man

This was my signature
blood. I will think about you. Are
you all right? Almost all the love has collapsed.

What was your lasting
pain ?What was humanistic fear
in telling the truth of one murder?

The same tears of moon
I don't want to swipe in sunlight
I have now stopped asking.

Satish Verma

Forsaken for You

When life gives a
magnitude shake, putting the
barricades, the vacuum becomes cruel.

The half-love cannot
give the ecstacy of sacrifice. Who will
inherit the land of brutal violence?

Memory itself makes you

restless. I am going to be a martyr.
Attachment also gives pain.

Satish Verma

Thinking at Midnight

Your words were
desiccated. No blood was spread.
Only meaning was a killer

Two headed with
two brains, the enemy slaps his face.
Do not rub your feet on sparks.

I follow the hemlock,
whisper to the moon. The humanity
suffers. Nothing enchants.

Satish Verma