Buddha Weeps

Very difficult to
say, where humanity begins.
I want to crease immediately.

My tranquil pain shivers.
No blood is colorful. The bones have
become green. I do not want to let it know.

My house has been
stolen. Want to go back to Bo
tree. Can we find peace and love?

Satish Verma

Open My Fists

Will you exit the
love of killing yourself? Where are
black boards to tear the white papers.

Where does kindness live?
There are burning coals in your
palm. Why do you want to eat them?

Where are colorless
clouds to rain red? O my friend
everything is turning poison.

Satish Verma

Is It A MANDALA?

I am writing in
sleep a letter to you O God
your lips are not moving.

How far is your house?
My wounds are not healing by
you. My pains are pure.

My tears will become
snowfall. Will that melt you one
day? Why are the flames going between us?

Satish Verma

I Will Not Go

Again we are talking
of burning together. My happiness
demands your iron tears.

I will not call anyone.
Why do sweet dreams blow the smell for
a single love? To increase limitations?

How do the errors return?
Is it religious? o God I will not
teach you. Blue berries laugh.

Satish Verma

Why is the Blood Changed?

Perspective. I
will close my eyes. You will
awake to kiss my hair.

I am going to live.
I am not going to live.
Why love breaks to touch the future.

Will we meet at the
door of judgment, after
the murder of the meaning of poetry?

Satish Verma

Absence of Individuality

I am in absolute
Fringes. The words are crying. How long
I have to go up to the last milestone.

The love, nature and
flowers. My vision was shouting,
where the water is going to swipe fires?

What is the color of
moon to obsess over my poems? Will
that bring peace and you walk on the roses?

Satish Verma

No Audience

Bipolar. Love takes
it on the way. It was unfair.
You have not ended the journey.

Truth begins with
lies. We love each other, and
there was no criticism on the stricken lips.

Do not become again
mathematical. The numbers are
our enemies. Only zero guides.

Satish Verma

We Are Guests

What has happened?
What is it? All the stars are falling.
The death of truth is taking.

In memory of Cleopatra,
the sea is boiling and I am
calling Cassabianca.

My courage is you.
I am muse for everyone. I
write my hands on your body.

Satish Verma

Drink My Hemlock

It is an art to
die, without living. The blood
comes down in eyes.

Which eyes I would
study, and say I want to go.
My world is burning.

One day I will laugh
or be sad. I will pile the
wood and no one dies.

Satish Verma

What Wonder I Do?

When the flowers fall
from a tree on me, I don't understand.
Who am I? Why a question?

Thoughts would not end.
Why were there infinite pains? I
want to think again. Why do I like you?

Collect some dreams
for me. Sometimes the love comes
to return the necklace. A snake flies.

Satish Verma

Why Were You Alive?

What has God
done? Where we have come. Now
the blood is not blood.

What was your sin,
and what was my crime? Why the
moon was black and the sun red.

Why do you kill the
ants when they spoil your
foods. This is my Dharma, what is yours?

Satish Verma

God and Man

To fill in the void,
love was sufficient. But the
pain comes in between.

Tell me how do you
sleep with the moon? A dream
comes and goes to test the spiritual touch.

Tonight the world
has gone gay for making a
painless sorrow of no death.

Satish Verma

Ann Inner Debate

Who is of whom?
Man is falling. Two big feet are
walking on you. How hollow was love?

Give me some light.
It is difficult to cry. My hands,
holding the pen to write, bleed.

Poetry and poverty
are intensely near. Somehow, I
am rich in pain without tears.

Satish Verma

What You Have Done?

I do not know, where the world
is going? It means drifting back to perfection
No school of thoughts.

It is a naked pain.
No existence, minus god, and
individualization. Love is winding up.

No cult is white.
All pilgrims want to escape from
poverty. I am afraid, Blood was in shadow.

Satish Verma

The Greatest Loss

No, I will not go
and come, living in your
eyes O God, men are dying daily.

For you, or for the
sake of becoming ash, after
aversion or antipathy. Would you love a day?

I become lonely
after betrayal or last love. But I would
share your suffering in hope of sunlight.

Satish Verma

Read My Poems

Something is going wrong.
You are not staging human beings,
better than old language.

A part of love has
suffered, becoming impersonal.
The dialogues are sick. Road is full of snakes.

All I feel, can we get
our relationship, like primates
You lift your brains. God is not with us.

Satish Verma

How Do You Do?

You know, why the
tears come out, when the sun
weeps at night and the moon laughs.

No pity and sympathy.
I am a marble stone shining.
You will fall, when I melt.

So simple to love.
This is a poem with a saga
comes to an end without blood.

Satish Verma

Earth is Wise

Pain was tied to
me. Have nothing to will,
to go mad, to become immature.

Is it happiness?
Was it dangerous to go inertia?
Then where is the success?

Death's will was
freedom? Love is my religion.
Wisdom comes from poetry.

Satish Verma

Bloody Tears and Laughter

Are you the same
to stand off against love?
Then what was gay pain?

On your face, I
will always find, underground, the
sadness after the betrayal from a friend.

I have remained
individual to read the walls of
metaphysics in water.

Satish Verma

You don't have any Existence

This is not mine, my pain.
Do not give it to me You will never
walk out from the revolt of philosophy.

Will you break the
bread? The blood has stopped
coming. Was my existence was disputable?

This world was formed
for whom? The snakes are
dancing without snake charmer.

Satish Verma

I am a Human Being

For me, what is
left now. I don't know. Religion
makes you weak. I need poetry and a hand.

I am dedicated to my
god in me. I am refused
and I am a prophet.

Who is dead and
who's alive I am studying
the earth. Give me some endless pain.

Satish Verma

Shut the Windows

It will go away
my imagination. I am dead
like stone. Is not the moon crying?

Love will leave you
in darkness. A scream. Don't
plunge me slowly. I have to expire.

I don't hear you.
There is no end. Your name is
being changed. Mirrors are sleeping.

Satish Verma

An Endless Fear

Life has broken you
again. Death is not the solution.
My silence speaks in an Aryan tone.

Give me a glass of
water. I want to see my face in
moving water. A poem laughs from the rim

The space between
theory and philosophy is increasing.
The stuttering has something to say.

Satish Verma

Satish Verma

It looks, it is counting
of me. No celebration. I was
standing, where life ends.

Do not go in water,
where god waits. Are you telling
a lie? I am meeting the evils.

Hard, my pores are bleeding.
There is a struggle to learn the truth.
No intimate pain. I am becoming new.

Satish Verma

Nothing to Change

I don't possess any
thing. You are not real. Only
fake. I am forgetting any truth about you.

I rub my hands.
Wars are factual. Love is
a saga. Anger has no justice.

Climbing on cobwebs
you are finding the way out. Are
you in consciousness to kiss death.

Satish Verma

Give Me Love

I want you to be
killed, O hemlock. Lots of people
will do, for the sake of rebirth.

Life is a game. No
balls. Only knives. Who does not
want to survive. From where the mercy comes?

Words will grow. Answers
will be evaluators, but they disappear.
People stand on the terrace folded hands.

Satish Verma

For my Smoked Eyes

Beyond pain you
will walk to reach the success of
death. Now everything is dying.

Moon was carrying
the bones. We owe lots of debt
to the king of love.

The burnt-out temple
had the god sleeping on the
ashes of the sun between man and beast.

Satish Verma

Death of Light

To live for unborn
thoughts. It is painful in your
philosophy. I won't be ungood for mother.

Unreasoned, I will
not sell the whistles under
the shelter to deliver anxieties.

The maiden will not
know, how to say come
again. Ultimately it was the end.

Satish Verma

When the Shadow Appears

I will not give
you my name. Vulnerable, and
crumbling. In space you expand.

I want to make friends
with Agni. It burns all the spots.
But anger steals the smiles.

You are happy with
limited wealth of words. The
poems take care of legends and songs.

Satish Verma

On My Shoulders

Tonight I have slept
in god's arms. Big and small
two creators are one.

I die daily and am
born daily. Not willing to kill
life, when someone said, God is dead.

All beauty, all love
are alive. All knowledge is not
philosophy, that becomes spiritual.

Satish Verma

What is the Freedom You Want?

Tears were never
criminal. I have opened all the
doors. A biography tells the saga.

How can you swallow
the pain of the heart? A rebirth will
help to live to learn dying.

What was the other
night safe? Departure is not
the solution. Sky was red.

Satish Verma

Noiseless Voices

Give me your figure.
I want to cry. I know your
physique O god, I cannot keep your debt.

This was a point return.
And I was not ready to go. My love
is dead. Where the moon goes?

Kill the pale museums.
I want new life. My feet smell of
lone paths and sharp nails.

Satish Verma

Any Solution?

My pain speaks again.
Where do I get peace without
prefix? My page has many pores.

When a mount weeps,
I am lost in fogs. Will the sun
acknowledge, the light reaches the dark mind?

There was a big space
in the sky. Why did the stars fight to make
new planets? Ah God where do you live?

Satish Verma

I was Deeply Moved

The shade is over.
You have to walk in the sun to meet
Buddha in anchors without knowledge.

Nothing will bring
tragedy, if you tell a lie, there is no god.
Think gravely, he is passing the road and talks.

A cadaver gets up and
talks. We come and go. I will take
rebirth in blue water, though ship is sleeping.

Satish Verma

What is Man?

Beautiful murders.
I have nothing to display, but
sometimes the truth turns to lie.

A melancholy of my
philosophy hurts. I change my
style. I want freedom to choose any path.

Only you want to
intimate with a hemlock to ask
bloody questions about changing the name.

Satish Verma

Between Art and Science

A simple man was
walking on railroad to meet
immortal. I was sitting on a toadstool.

What is death?
Can anybody talk afterwards?
Is it happiness or grieving?

Will you explore why
we are born? Is that unique in water?
Is it necessary to listen to Beethoven?

Satish Verma

I Think, May Not Think

The majic of words.
Future wars. You are walking on
burning coals to invite the moon?

When love disappears,
the pain quivers in two halves
of the house. Somewhere the stars fall.

Can you make one
door to come and go, so that
the route of death and living was the same.

Satish Verma

Therefore I Live

In the middle of
pain, were you sleeping through
the ascending moon.

This was a summer
month. Dreams were cool. No burning
of heart and stones were soldiers.

I do not want to
stop learning more to think that
history has not given. My failure helped.

Satish Verma

The Last Song

On edge stands
the separation of pains. You
are coming to go and I am going to come.

The king of darkness
does not wear a mask. Then why
have you forgotten of black candles?

Overnight the poems
were burning, while years passed by
to know why you kissed the broken mirrors.

Satish Verma

Dear Friend

Paused after the
pain. It was very cheap. Your
end was the future of your past.

Love opens the eyes
by new moons. Heart flies
like a bald eagle to go for a kill.

I walk lonely at
the pathless Dharma. Who
was true and right? A ghost will tell.

Satish Verma

To Sit in Burning Ghats

Are you a judge
of yourself? Will a lonely night asks,
Why will I drink hemlock?

Improving myself
behind the words and molten lava,
an odd embrace of the moon happens.

Where on a barren
path, to share the thorns,
and black cobras, you become a sacrifice?

Satish Verma

My Extreme Love

Let me go to hell,
to find heaven, if satan has been killed.
My steel body melts the poetry.

What fires the poems?
Quintessence. I am sacrificing my
life for unknowns. Peace? Is it possible?

If you come, you
will break. We have to move towards
freedom. Are we not equal?

Satish Verma

Finishing the Shadows

A glitch becomes a
snake. I am standing on the moon
to grieve. Love turns a hummingbird.

A hoax heals you. The
jeweler has become poor after the
night bleeding of melting Himalaya.

Give me flesh. You are
too big O God, but your hands don't
reach me. I am not ruthless you break my bones.

Satish Verma

Floating Pains

You militate, I
share your distancing. Not come
to dream. Give back my roses.

My savings are
disappearing. One by one, I am
dropping the curtains. Talking with walls.

My voice curves.
I called the uncalled. Love
pain was rising. I didn't sing my did.

Satish Verma

My Creativity

For clarity I am
not writing to you of golden
handcuffs. Don't call back the shots.

This was the absolute
truth. I am not god, or angel. I
am not different from others.

Not the holocaust,
to accept the faults of life.
Trying to know myself, my beliefs.

Satish Verma

No Prefixing

The fragility, oligo
opens your marrow, and I want to
stand tall under a rainbow.

The real voice is
one, rest are followers. Crossing
the grief is observed. There is no meaning.

What is the time
of cosmos energy? Do you feel
a good start, ready to see the future?

Satish Verma

Give Me Something to Love

I am in the
half love and sin, pain and
ecstacy. Do not scratch on written paper.

You will become
copier, not original in pages of
life. There is difference between turn and burn.

The pure words were
iconic. A piece of flesh gives
second life. I pick names.

Satish Verma

Fabrics of Our Love

With whom I
may talk. My greatest pain
is your love. Reading truth is valid.

Water survives in
fire. Like horses run in air
to have encounters with the arrows.

Passion was my
muse. The meaning becomes
my life. The mystery of love prints the paper.

Satish Verma

Alien was Going Back

As we part, the
love goes by. Age of eyes looks
back. Pain tells me, time is up.

Fog slips. God's
mercy. You can see the back of
the fading outline between the trees.

You can live, live.
Your gaze can go deep in salty
tears. Pluck the brows and kiss in air.

Satish Verma

My Inside is Outside

In the final descent
of understanding, there was no
makeup. Each word enters like a thorn.

I will not invoke
any mercy from the creator. My
sculptor has broken on its own.

Accept the punishment
for speaking the truth and invite the
viper to sleep with me.

Satish Verma

Your Wounds Won't Heal

Your eyes have
curves. What you have done?
I trust in love.

No personal. You
invite infinite pains. Choosing to
drop all the kisses in the centre of tears.

Why insanity in
agony? We are all guilty. Nobody wants
to be single. Suicidal fear should not come.

Satish Verma

I Stand in Holocaust

Between right and
wrong, there was no liberal. I was
committed to truth. Words remain alone.

Scars of listening
are still green. The quietness
leads to nothing.

The flight of words,
has courage to say, when you
will kill. Your cupped heart bleeds.

Satish Verma

No Patience

Tears taste tears,
seized in salt. You don't need
oxygen. How many husbands will cry?

There are no facts.
Trust melts and becomes Ganges.
You want to kill time and save love.

I do not know
when the volcano bursts. I will
walk on the lava to leave the footprints.

Satish Verma

Everything is Your Face

You are not near
me. O moon-I am near you to
touch your lips. My love matters.

Herewith, where is
path of happiness, and where lies
home of an angel I will find?

Rose thorns, I draw
on my arm to write a name
in blood. Is it a verse of my poem?

Satish Verma

Why were you Attracted?

You love only outside.
Inside holocaust continues.
I had not stolen heart and marrow.

What was in your
hand? A knife to kill the sounds?
Do not light the candle.

How can one innocent
person talk with a hummingbird?
Will you live with magpies?

Satish Verma

Whose Crucifixion?

I don't know when
the end comes. It is always
revengeful. Myth of soul comes back.

Make it again
genuine. Are you real or fake?
Romance appears. Long distance.

Between hell and
heaven, toadstools are placed. The
hands were strong to carry two moons.

Satish Verma

My Golden Dreams

Again someone has
broken my heart. At someplace
moon is rising. Another sun was setting.

The ascent and descent
of my love is unique. I was dead
earlier before the rebirth of Gita.

Sylvia Plath was
talking with me. I said do not
sleep in smoke. Let the cloud burst tonight.

Satish Verma

No Excuses

I have written
him off. King Cobra. I will
pursue ecopoetry to fix coals.

Who was the dirty mind
in selling love? When you are
thinking, what is life?

Between space and
time the fate of life fights in the
darkness of holiness. The sun weeps.

Satish Verma

Night Flowers are Drunk

The panic had read
you to cross the tears. There was
no prize to walk on edge.

The collected pains
and post journey of encounters
with axes. You were folding life.

The mirrors were talking
in kindness. There are restless words
to find the answer of dying sparrows.

Satish Verma

My Social Read

You change yourself,
the world is not changing. The religion
was rising, not the man.

What other words can we
use to save ourselves? The struggle
of our humanity from Gita to Testament work?

Do we step in
to correct the psycho? We can
remain sane and stop the violence?

Satish Verma

Realization of Newborn

Do not go, do
not stay. Moon is climbing
down. The song of the fall starts.

How furthest you
will go after the moon. After thinking
of apocalypse, this may be an escape.

The decay of honey
hangs. The bees are ready for
community war in great noise.

Satish Verma

Give Back My Jail

No foreign hand
helped me. What was motivated?
I stressed my poems to come near the moon.

I don't know, how to
take revenge. The pain of
leaving water. My boat was burning.

From all ages, I fought
for unique freedom to talk from the moon
of individual independence.

Satish Verma

There is No Truth

When you travel,
there is no road. Only your
feet are in air, hands holding the sky.

You are lucky, you are
very tall. A long rope binds you
with Himalayas. To track the next world.

Living in isolation,
you can find the mystery of human
nature. You want to read The Tempest again.

Satish Verma

What is the Reason?

I was searching for the
time when happiness comes and
the will to understand.

Why the stranger
had a fall in notion of looking
at the moon with anxiety and fear.

What was the choice
of giving none to the rich? One should
know the loss of taking from the poor.

Satish Verma

Make Me Free

Jealous,
inhale me for a mission
to love, becoming anyone else.

Look, I am
cracking, to build another
moon, calm as an ocean.

The body was
truth. There is no language.
Where are you going? No ending.

Satish Verma

Suicides and Data

In a long war, the
moon had abducted the earth. The
colossus thinks to fly to catch the sky.

Would you like to
shake the cadavers? An aftermath makes
the ghost bleed. Only a silent river remains white.

Ancient history and
religion are going to fail. You are my
sacred roses. We were waiting for milk.

Satish Verma

My Tears Don't Sleep

The first love had
no match. Although I was
born again to go for m use.

The demand for material
needs was increasing. You were seeking
peace from the stress of worldly spending.

Why does the moon
love rise with existence. It is not
Normandy. O God I warn you.

Satish Verma

The Occult Dreams

I had kept you,
away from the world, static in
light. But not visible.

Why were we suicidal,
being friend of death? A cauldron
was empty. No one will jump after roses.

Baby you will never
be sick. The streets are full
and white angels are drinking black sun.

Satish Verma

God's Not Dead

My fingers slip
for hypnotism. The prophecy
comes true. Introspection begins.

What makes you
extraordinary? The imperial touch
wants to know the interior of a burnt heart.

The houses are moving
to envelop the mannequins. Sooner
or later the voiceless will speak.

Satish Verma

I am Digging My Buried Name

I am not for
you to say, you are not normal.
This is happening in the present world.

You smile like a
foetus, and disappear very fast.
This is the city of boots.

I have no particular
power to return the old
body to creater. I want to have a new.

Satish Verma

Hope of Light

In cold feet, a
love song is heard to wake
up the impatient pain of heart.

Why does the moon start
breaking to meet the tyrants
to drink the last cup of hemlock?

I raise my hand
to be crucified for the sake of
stolen lips of true men.

Satish Verma

The Art Of Dying

Am I normal mirrored
in? What sparks the restlessness?
What is the secret of becoming immortal?

What is the limit
of love? Till death or after too?
The trick of giving answers comes.

You want to have
nothing, even life without you. I
suddenly become fakire without pain.

Satish Verma

Like A Mockingbird

You cannot get
everything, even if your lover is
made of paper. My buried pain persists.

What would you do
if you knew you would die? Only a few hours.
Who was in love? I want to embrace it.

My aloneness will
respond to praying in dark, Why
the candles burn themselves to give light?

Satish Verma

What Is Important?

Give me your pains.
It is not possible to divide a man
into two. Do not love me after withdrawal.

The colors are changing
here and now. I want to revert back
into innocence, and feel, god is watching.

It is easy to blame
hemlock. But you are drinking
like a god. Do not go into revolt.

Satish Verma

Dewdrops On Your Lips

I am becoming you,
from a moon to a comet, in cosmic
frozen, fireball. What is it?

You take the liberty
of a singing bird. I am conscious
of understanding life and death.

I disperse to map
your heritage, O stranger,
I drink hemlock slowly, scared of truth.

Satish Verma

An Extra Love

The magic of self-love.
Have you ever cried? In a garden?
I clap to see an injured tigress.

In the blue sky,
the black night will bring stars,
to take revenge on the sun

Under the massive
fig tree all the Buddhas assemble
to decide how to keep darkness.

Satish Verma

This Is My Crime

I am upset to
see you. The drama begins.
Life has slapped twice with rich words.

You want to lift
the country with a name. But someone
puts the venom on your tongue.

Gravediggers come and go.
Someone wants to sit on the burning
pyre. This is Dharma of whom?

Satish Verma

Give My Definition

I am your stone,
you are my creativity. Again
somebody has killed me.

Where do we meet,
when we are immersing in water
searching for pearl oysters

My life is bivalved.
One side are you, and the other side
has been occupied by my nemesis.

Satish Verma

You Walk In Dreams

My pleasure to meet
the scorpion. I wanted to see
him, not the result.

Give me sleep for
ever. You must be broken. My response
will be the same. I will hide my pain.

What is the result
of love, if blood stops? Do not
write graffiti on my heart.

Satish Verma

No End Of Sorrow

Pain is pain. You
cannot stop it. Buddha did not believe
in any religion, and he became areligion.

You make yourself, he
said. Love will save you from
the end path of life.

Echoes boom and draw
the annual rings in a massive
fig. Eyes are formed one by one.

Satish Verma

Sorrow Of Nothingness

The white moon in
twilight, invites the poet in resilience,
to go for crucifiction

Sometimes love becomes
a vulture. You say why are you
thinking to go for suicide?

O God the victim was
not like you, being with you of
tragedy of unknown translation.

Satish Verma

Beyond The Vision

I want to understand
poverty of love. Stars were hot,
when touched by kisses.

Why don't roses die
early? Ancient water? Helps
in half-darkness to embrace.

You try to get me
from the moons gate. Between
the tears air brings the salvage.

Satish Verma

If it You Are?

Horses are running.
But the horse power is coming down.
You want to write with a sharp razor.

How can you count
lost gods of mt words? On my truths
come reasons. What is stigma?

The problem is love,
tends to forget and years become
eternity. The soul takes a new body.

Satish Verma

Hold The Stranger's Arm

Who has made
the light? We lived in the darkness
of the ocean to begin with.

Where do we have to
go? I commit to go nowhere. The
truth will come on its own.

Are you ready to
sacrifice your past, and future
to complete the Dharma?

Satish Verma

A Bloody Fist

God gives you eyes and
light. Future will come slowly
and your prison starts.

The existence wants
to be buried. But I warn myself.
The ariel had a difficult design.

I walk with a miracle.
The days are turning back. The night
cuts the dark to bleed the sun.

Satish Verma

Where the Eyes Go?

I am searching my
childhood. Do not weep my heart.
Wildfire clears the dark spots.

It is the age, before or
after, when you fill the tears
in your eyes, where death lives.

You come and go
and I go to come. It is not, but
it is a delay of love.

Satish Verma

Pain Under Siege

I lived in pieces
like a Darwish. His love melts
and thorns become roses.

Have you seen the
tears turning into pearls,
and oyster leaves the value on the bank?

I am drifting on the
waves of pain. Did you walk
on stars, when the moon was red?

Satish Verma

Paths of Snakes

Sometimes I don't sleep.
Other times I sleep timeless to fire
salvoes like Sundews.

I am a daily eater.
Sundew is carnivorous. Keeps mouth
open, like a ready poet.

A celebrated story
I was the prince of metaphors till
last word born in the darkness of the bright moon.

Satish Verma

Think without Speaking

I am not reaching the
end. Enough mirages to bluf
with the river on the way.

Come what may, I
would land into a place of
melting faces to explain, why not to run.

Under your skin appear
the guests to lift the unknown pains
to put on the burning pyres.

Satish Verma

In Memory

I die in the moon
path to track the sun going in
the direction of impermanence.

What for you
were afraid. All stars will make
new worlds. You remained dwarf.

We are moving to
disgrace each other. All willows
stood in line to celebrate silence.

Satish Verma

How many Days you Have?

We were nearest to
fall from love. You want to jump
into the riverlike an evacuee.

It is morning, it is
evening. The hour of suffering comes
every day. Is it your kindness to die?

I have moved my
poems from rosie to burning heart.
The doves are collecting.

Satish Verma

Who Lives for You?

Ideology is not my
subject. I read only faces in the dark.
This life is sharp aching.

Why do you talk about
blood, bones and murder, though
we are heading for suicides.

Why is this restlessness?
Your legs tremble while walking on zoom.
Was it existence in bright light?

Satish Verma

Everyone is God

You are falling in
love with death. I am searching
a ghost to become a god.

I was born in flames,
since the wildfire kept on
calling Apocalypse, but a single moon came/

The strangers were
collecting the ashes to build a
temple of Fire and Moon.

Satish Verma

Who has a Black Face

I am shedding my
hairs and words. I'm bald
and I am nude of meaning.

The sage, or a saint
and a fakir. I always loved
KABIR. He never suppressed truth.

Whose tears I may
drink? I was always eating
your salt to remain tongueless.

Satish Verma

My Love has Gone

It was very difficult
to control myself. I am in tranquility
but not happy. No fingers cannot print preface.

You cannot write off
the coming sorrow after the muse goes
for extinction. Look at the moon.

Is it a war? I will not
contribute. What is the value
of silence? Your eyes speak in dark.

Satish Verma

My Signatures

This is my daily
love, but the hole sucks. No
eviction. The suffering begins.

The inner sorrow
glares again, but the felt beauty
of undying concern helps. Stillness was born.

An underground ejects
strength tor existence, to drag the
matter of division, but I will remain earthly.

Satish Verma

Beloved Imitation

The look, you need
an exorcist. A maverick touch
can take you to dissolution

We are not dead.
Just playing with atoms. Everybody
wants to become a god to make a new world.

I want to give
my life to you. My each cell has your
image. Where the divinity will live?

Satish Verma

You are Me

No I will not do it,
to stitch the wounds, to remember you.
Your slant eyes are always watching me.

I will break to say
goodbye. My blanket walks with me
to save from shivering. I stand in water.

Lips always betray.
Tears are caged. After leaving
home, who comes back? I bend.

Satish Verma

Tears and Laughters

Only one love was
needed to live. It will not change the
color. Poetry was of exact price.

Pain of love was
different. You lived and I lived
under the fig tree to invite the sky.

Why the tears came
out, when we laughed together. But
the muse has taken away all the words.

Satish Verma

Some Chaste Blood

I was waiting for
you came invisible. Take my
love now. Smoke the walls.

The nightingale will
not sing. The night will not die.
But your bodyguard was inhumane.

All my skin was
silent, was taking tattoos of
Vedas. Why seers did not know?

Satish Verma

Do not Wait for Me

You have not reached
the culminant. My beliefs have broken.
in morning and evening. Faith trembles.

Between truth and lies
stays pain. Who will show the path?
But the weight of mantras stands.

I sit in the backyard
to see the setting sun. Its beauty
roars before disappearing.

Satish Verma

What is justice?

When time comes,
to go, do you demolish the years
and timeless pain begins.

I wander to know
the fear, love and persecution to
dream for rebirth. There was no end.

From humanoid
how much it took to become human?
If I am wrong, then are you right?

Satish Verma

Something Better than Love

One step more, I
will put my foot on the scorpion.
He does his job. I learn the pain.

Doing nothing, you
create a nonsense to find love
in the thorns of roses.

What was the grey
death, available free? A universal
meaningless law was to revive.

Satish Verma

Ruthlessness

I was fighting with
me. You own me a kiss of vipers
venom. O God what was left with you?

The imperial fall. A
courier brings the message of
cloudburst, mud slides like a apocalypse.

Centuries passed, we
made praying stumps. How long we
will invite thunder to wake you.

Satish Verma

When the Man Becomes Animal

When do you fall
moving backward? Is it real to
generate individuality? Two moons appear.

The prosaic attack
was beautiful. Like stone flowers.
The old young man was walking slowly.

Breathe my words,
my comas. Once spoken, the meaning
does not come back. Iron becomes lava.

Satish Verma

A Prison Dream

This world is not
mine. I was born in water. Not,
not the earth had come.

No voices, no crowds.
The gods had not landed till
then. The thieves were here and there.

The birth was less.
My poems were scorching
again. Nothing to eat .I woke to death.

Satish Verma

If Truth is Mistaken?

You try to pull down
the mount to bury in the ocean. When I
give you bread, it looks like I am eating.

This was my finale
to become a donor. I am climbing
rich in love near the setting sun.

My rebelion look always
projects the hope to live and go on
fighting for freedom from others.

Satish Verma

Your Dead Poems Will Speak

A sense of defeat
after an adulteration in love. I
drink to restore the pain of god.

My success was in
lonliness to finding the realities,
but who will save the howling dreams.

Wake, wake my blood,
the city of prayers is ruined. You want. You
want to build heaven again.

Satish Verma

There was Embezzlement

No one cries when
the house goes on fire. You want to
start a new saga.

The heart burns,
the heart weeps. Doors were closed,
but never opened.

The love of flames
discovers its purity. The dust
makes its own god.

Satish Verma

Portrait of Love

I can talk to myself
only. The world was deaf. I have
got you again to dispose of life.

First I will write
for you. They burn the dome. The
smoke will tell the fall of the leader.

The essence will drop
the names. Who has made everyone
a snake. We all are distributed.

Satish Verma

You Don't Answer

I look far away
where the ocean stops appearing.
Again I am thinking of you.

To whom did I tell,
I am going, wearing my suit and
boots. The journey was long..

The end will wait.
I have to pay all my debts
due to my love and bones.

Satish Verma

Why Would not You Understand Me?

I do not possess it.
Only touch by breathing you.
The love rides the tears.

Some thugs have
stolen my vision. Now I search
my nightingale in the jungle

Is it necessary to pass a
test sitting on the pyre to see
the earth collapsing?

Satish Verma

My Solitude

You cast your spell.
You are the owner of your eyes.
The violence begins. An ant smiles

She was searching
me to say, here and there, we are
safe. Himalaya has melted.

What subjectivity?
At least the man thinks to die,
when the other thinks to destroy.

Satish Verma

How do You Embrace?

What was pain in
pain? I look at Venus and
my feelings cannot find words.

I wanted all of the soreness
walking on my hairs. The joints
are revolting. Moons sit in eyes.

Is it so crazy? War
or bingo? I was searching a bo
tree to ask what do you want?

Satish Verma

But I am You

Will be coming to
make history? How to produce
cowardice in a warrior?

Humanity goes into
breaking, always speaking truths.
One by one you give a sacrifice.

A shadow walks
without a living one. Who was an
angel, who was standing on a burning tree.

Satish Verma

You tell What You Don't Know

Fake kiss of sun
and dry lips. He was black
and white. There was no love.

The window has a
self-deception. The light hangs
from pores in a line, floating on dust.

You are being. I am
not. There are questions, but life has
no answers to invite the stop.

Satish Verma

I Shut My Eyes

When did I think
that sky would break one day,
and the stars would start burning.

Fires would be moving.
The oceans would start drying up.
Where do the boats and ships go?

Who are you?
Who am I? What is your weight
to reach the God to question?

Satish Verma

You Will, Will Not

Every time, it is your
Faux Pas. It giggles to collect
the past, when we cried together.

Who was your teacher
to make you walk on the edge of love and
hate. The chaos of snatching the name was high.

The essence of care
and philosophy of mode of it is
which is not in our hands.

Satish Verma

Happy for Remaining Fakir

I love you both,
fire and water. Life and death.
But the sun was always jealous of the moon.

Put on hold ,to
whom I will share the secret
of dying for purity of truth.

If you do, you have
no religion. What freedom can you
give a dying man, unconditioned love?

Satish Verma

What is Climax?

Unbearable, give
me non-violence. A love you
break. I have not to collect anything.

You draw a melody
and float on flames. Sometimes
like a firefly you eject light to see me.

What will you do
to change the world by running after
yourself. Now you need security.

Satish Verma

Living for Whom?

Your eyes, what do
I see? Brutally the river swells.
Life's teachings have failed.

Who was hypnotized?
Giver or taker? Our vantage points
are different. We hurt with hugs.

Voiceless the pain
rises to make a religion, where the
murderer becomes a god for love.

Satish Verma

Healing Lesion

How do you live
unmaking joints. My body was
distanced to remake the love.

Axing will not happen,
if all the flowers are of roses. Let there
be an exodus of words. Only eyes speak.

Something storms, when
it is dark to write the theories
in white, so that I can sleep.

Satish Verma

What is the Nature of God?

Where you go,
life pulls you back to embrace
and to ride on the storm.

It is far from
the Apocalypse. Some invisible
hands will hold you tight.

Like a cascade
truth falls. You take a bath at it
and start supporting lies.

Satish Verma

Who was a Thug?

Pine pricks in the sun.
You will not come in its shade.
The nemesis looks like a squint.

The delenium in climax
tears the book. The words start
flying away. Only dashes and full stops are left.

Will you concede, God
comes down on earth. You give a
big laugh. He said I am God.

Satish Verma

To Keep Understanding

When lips talk to
lips, light comes. I am writing a poem
in darkness. You need a hunting pain.

The applicant withdraws.
The love was plastic. I am confused.
But the voice was musical.

The rewriting was
important. Your eyes read it again. The
shooting love is a life sentence.

Satish Verma

No One Will Die

You will not turn
the face. It is red rain without
blood, unfolding the heart.

Truth, nature and
pain. Introduction will give you
a pilgrimage to see the self.

Love will teach you.
It is necessary to generate fear.
That keeps you in order. Violence will go.

Satish Verma

No Tyranny

Passion is revenge, the
injury does not bleed, but the subject
hurts, First comes love then war.

The soul always takes bath
in the winds and then goes to the
moon for a fresh kiss.

Immaculate you want
to match with virgin blood. Who
will be born to save the world?

Satish Verma

Life and Self Changing

It is my Dharma.
Truth never dies. Ashes also write
like coals. Would you like a circle?

Flower moons have
rivalry. Pythagoras is still
calculating. Grass weeps in wind.

Horrible ideas. Marked
a slaughter house. Not everyone dies.
I will survive in the burning home.

Satish Verma

Why Should You Go

Changed. It was
a chiseled body. Carved on a big stone.
Someone has colored the lips.

Why were you always
in prison like a lioness? Where
has life taken you to escape?

There are 3 commitments.
Life, meditation and god. Do you think
It educates you everyday.

Satish Verma

Can we Prepare a Key Thinker

How to kill the truth,
a question hangs? After life's
struggle what words become final?

I will not play
to see the endgame before the insane
drama. What was the original pain?

The new war of the
modern renaissance begins. Will the
change after destroying heaven?

Satish Verma

Truth of Self-betrayal

Who will answer my
questions? When the homecoming of
flames will start after the murder of truth.

Who will become Shakespear?
Is it the turn of thinking of Newton
to throw back the apple to the tree?

Is existence possible?
Not to become what you are to
forget you are the son of primates.

Satish Verma

Occult Pain

Did you buy him,
for a bad coin, your friend. If god
comes to you as a full man, what will you do?

The revelation appears
exponential. Was this a true fact?
Would you like yours or his security?

There was no beginning.
It happened to meet end. This
was the year of opening eyes.

Satish Verma

Part 1 of Life

What does death
do in life? You will collect flowers
to bury the songs, weeping.

A fight of lips starts
in eyes, becoming warriors. How do
you sort out in love and sex.

Life conceives truth,
which collects the faces of crowds.
Do you want both sides.

Satish Verma

My Forgotten Culture

You have no right
to kill anyone without crime.
Even the venomous snake.

You have chopped the
heart. I can see what will happen?
They are metaphysical prophecies.

What was the parental
hide. Like a greek god coming undressed
without call, Why life has made us wrong.

Satish Verma

I Want to See Your Face

Let me drink hemlock
to get a glimpse of Socrates
and to study Plato completely.

In awe you will come
to meet God and show my poems.
Stealthy I will read the tears.

I do not want to tweet
my blueberries. They used to
laugh with its beautiful lineage.

Satish Verma

Strange Things

A micro scream, the
world does not move. The man was
becoming taller. A child wants to be buried.

A dead man speaks, I
will not live. Ah, what to do because
the scary things can be real.

Have you ever seen the
hundred alien eggs. The God
was not dead. A new generation is coming.

Satish Verma

Don't Decieve Yourself

Writing on nails, your
name. Keep on giving me pain. Come on
at night to give me more darkness.

It is like the submersible
implodes near the wreckage of Titan
Who wants to be buried in water?

What has a bow to
say? Cannot leave the ground. My eyes
are always wet. Not annoyed to say goodbye.

Satish Verma

Where is Enlightenment? Who is Clever?

Who is my brother?
I am looking in sky. The newness
matters. Life was watching me.

The kinship speaks.
I have the same blood but unknown.
How to live and die?

Thoughts are paralyzed.
Where is inquiry and thinking.
I have no choices in broken loves.

Satish Verma

Are you a Winner?

I found god in a
queer. Your fist and his smile
look alike. No witness.

This was madness.
No transition. There was the
fractured relationship.

When life tells you
to slip, water freezes. Can you
walk back to the home?

Satish Verma

A Design of Dying

I want to live again.
Tired of mitigation. One comes
and goes without leaving love prints.

Life has not washed.
well. How can you work for
humanity, when there are animals around?

Why do you change the
nature of lies? Pain dips or debates.
What will the character do? God, go away.

Satish Verma

Injuries and Literature

I will come straight.
I loved and didn't love. What
was the fruition? A global peace?

This was a quantum
change. In your happiness my
data is about perfection.

Does philosophy
any entrance to meet Plato?
Where was the light inside?

Satish Verma

Let Us Burn the Wheels

My kismat, I will
live again. I have lived, you have
to live. Pain is your guide.

I shout Zoom. I
know everything, but do not know
myself. The ignorance was a bliss.

No certainty hurts.
You grope in the dark to find the
lost eyes. The light was revengeful.

Satish Verma

Every Answer is Pounded

What goes wrong,
the path disappears? Philosophy stumbles.
A great mind stops thinking.

My steps now go
in water to search the footprints on big
fishes to understand the mysticism.

The words are becoming
weak, taking flights with broken
wings. The freedom to die is declared.

Satish Verma

There is No Light

Draw surreal
on a chalkboard. What was fire
and sea? I don't want to die.

Out of the temple, I again
looked back. Kiss him less. The line of
love was red. The mirror had no image.

O my rival God
we want to destroy each other
to be born again in the lap of a volcano.

Satish Verma

Positive or Negative

My chemistry of
surrealism does not work. I speak
half to convey my truth.

What is reality?
Do you go along with the jasmine
smell. The definition is difficult.

Who ignores the pain?
When night lights the lamp and
fight starts with irrationality.

Satish Verma

I Do Not Want to Hide

Looking beyond the
horizon, back to back on the
moon, there was apathy.

Disobedience, I
do not walk with the sun. The
shadows are very thin.

In time back love
was very cool, not sorrowing for
dark. No body ever was stopped from death.

Satish Verma

No Shadows

It is vintage
of shame. Do you cross a psycho?
Dominance wants to crush you.

Love comes in fury.
Interpretation of war is challenged.
You create a dream of Taj Mahal.

No, no, someone.
makes a temple and becomes a god.
Was this reality or a fake?

Satish Verma

Your Poems, God

You push the sky
to pick the stars. Someone watches.
I am counting the waves.

The eyes look, what
should not be. The shock holds
your hand and turns back the flames.

Why does it happens? Always
thinking about how to kill the butterflies.
They have never cooperated.

Satish Verma

Thinker was a Thought

Very nervy to touch
you, O moon why you have come
to my room. No influence. Lucky kisses.

You want to probe,
to discover the wounds of moonbeams
in your mind. Sometimes flames come.

In praise of pain
you become a rose, to dance in a violent
storm to come out on stage.

Satish Verma

More than a Success

This was the collapse of
satiety. You were very hungry,
for something to change the lips.

What will you give
if you have empty hands? The paradox
is, the receiver was a very rich man.

I wanted to know
what is the underside of the
anger of a Greek?

Satish Verma

Love is Dead

Why did you give
everything yours, because I am naked.
I wear only sun and moon.

Why don't you speak
all the languages. I speak only
Sanskrit to write another Geeta.

Is It true the world
is collapsing? But I am collecting
the stamina of all the insects.

Satish Verma

No Comparison

I have seen you
from a distance. Love pounds and
tears beat the water.

Something bothers
to know, earlier how was I? It is scary
to think, what is our last home?

Till the last day
of the disaster, I will keep on asking
my soul, where will you go after me?

Satish Verma

I Am You

In the melting pot,
when you fall, the earth falls.
You are you and no one.

There was no need
for evaluation, your value was going
very high. You were making me Himalaya.

It was symbolic.
The final display begins. Life is
twisting you, but you go straight.

Satish Verma

Creativity Vs Conclusion

It was a dilemma
for survival. I am unhappy.
Who wants to suffer forever?

To live with vivid
sorrow, you write on your palm
the name of parting me.

The immensity kills
of quietness. You count the stars
to make a necklace of death.

Satish Verma

The Last Page of Life

Let the witch-hunt
start. A thick canopy arrests. But
the resistance is strong. A tiny pain follows.

Tell me what brings
suffering. Night clock moves on. Bliss of
destiny does not stop. It is very honest.

Will you sell yourself?
To keep your happiness. You will
not like what you hear.

Satish Verma

What is Tragedy?

What was mayhem?
You are always hungry with a blow.
The future is dead. Death never comes alone.

I sink the jealousy
of the fragments. It is brittle. You are
also not less, what you were.

The passion. It dictates.
Lecture starts. Why nihilism enters?
You know what is the purpose of death?

Satish Verma

Do you want Nothing

I was not like
this. I don't think. A voice comes
from nowhere, in contrast to fake words.

The questioning of
love. Why there should be a reason.
Every situation is not a crime.

You bear integrity
and defiance. Let me know
the cause. Any one was born near God.

Satish Verma

Where is Sky?

A jibe was a freak,
I heard from the deep sands,
The body has no soul.

No nouns and pronouns
are needed. You and your loved one
have melted down in water.

Like a coiled snake
you attack, straighten the eyes of
broker. End was terrific.

Satish Verma

What is Unknown?

There are only two important
things. Birth and death. The God comes
in between. Why doesn't man go up?

God builds the man,
and man builds a God. Who was
true? Who will explain?

I can save a dying
woman by telling lies. Is the judge
has a full right to make her free?

Satish Verma

When Love Breaks

It is dark. The candle
goes out. You appear soft. Will
not uptake? There is no unacceptance.

Love undertakes about-turn.
The path is very long. There is no
end. Why am I trembling?

From the burning place,
where has gone peace? Originality fears.
It is better to tell, there is no God.

I can save a dying
woman by telling lies. Is the judge
full right to make her free?

Satish Verma

It is Quite a Dilemma

Ah, your pure pain.
There is no remedy. A noble thing
was your finger-prints on my shirt.

I don't know, why
do you hide the internal wounds of
undefeated facts. Here God sleeps.

For ever you were
talking without lips and eyes. I know
you have decided to sell your tears.

Satish Verma

Love did Not Save Me

No, not your lips
are mine. It will impact your smiles.
Tonight the moon was red.

Let me put the past
in the hands of the future. The cruel
love always takes revenge.

Who was tender,
lighting a candle in dark showing
the face, eyes red and dripping.

Satish Verma

I am Happy

When do I come
to see you O God? Who is invisible?
Me or you? My soul will meet you.

What is the truth? Anything
that you want to catch? I do not spy
on the lies. Only reality will come to you.

Under your skin who
sleeps? It was the blood not the water.
Where are new values? It is dark.

Satish Verma

Drink My Pain

I was more docile.
Why has someone touched my
pain? Pray no rain of eyes.

There is much
pricking. You come and hide behind
the flames. What turn it was?

Can you walk on
molten lava? It has printed feet
of those on the run of one foot only.

Satish Verma

Do Not Cry

Why did not I
say, death is my guest. I entertain
her. A pretty face becomes a magic look.

Your arrival comes with
a shadow. I knew after some time
some one was sitting on the bed.

Why does it not happen?
It should have become mad. I was the
victor. The grief has become a soul.

Satish Verma

When Light Sleeps

When you are sitting
alone in a dark evening to think, moon
walks in on you to clap.

Sky laughs and poetry
begins. I follow you again and
again. We don't know how to hug.

Between yes and no
graveyard comes, and honeybees
run in to bind us together.

Satish Verma

It is Very Difficult

Harmless. How
can you remain in empathy of
heart broken existence?

Take away my pain.
I am taking a bath in the burning moon.
This is my mode in not seeking mercy.

There is no word for
work if you have no legs. Only
tears are ready to pull the rope.

Satish Verma

Autumn Comes Again

If no poem is written,
Will there be anybody to cry? This
is the secret of my happiness.

From hunter to hunted,
a squirrel runs fast, not to look back.
The margin between rise and fall is very little.

The salute goes very far
but the hatred spreads all around.
The earth moves round and round to repeat.

Satish Verma

I Repeat Again

What you have given
is not mine. Who had made the wall?
It is not my life. Love is not ready-made.

Let me write brazenly.
Build the man from the animals,
ultimately reaching the truth.

It cripples, when you
know too much. You look into
the eyes of anger to burn the subject.

Satish Verma

Vibrating Lines

Like crystals, you
arrange the letters, to become
words. No meanings, like orphans.

Slowly a pattern of
love begins to create. Wet eyes are formed
and a necklace of tears sways.

You had an elliptical
curve to convey the boundary
between two moons with a dream of undying.

Satish Verma

The Notes of Unknown

What is inside you
to carry your agony? Sun and
moon will collide one day.

What is the secret
of each ant to load the smell
to fatally shoot.

Saints are travelling
to see the chemistry of a spark
to find the clarity of heart.

Satish Verma

Who is Himself?

Let us go to meet
Kafka in normal condition. He
is no more in our mind. I met him in a castle.

There are no meanings.
Only questions about mankind.
I want to build a doll.

Summary never comes.
It is a long discussion about how to carry
intelligence and how to become wise.

Satish Verma

Under the Shade of Willow

It was a wrong
faith. You will ignore the burning
ghat. Here the God appears.

Why existence, when
you are dead. No thought, no question.
and no answer of any kind.

I will not understand
in advance, when my skin meets
your skin. I will remain my original.

Satish Verma

In Cognitive

Who was weakening
your moral? Your psyche changes
when water dries up.

You leave the road
back to back to stay isolated, where
the mind goes, when you are near

The passion of one night
opens the eyes of karma. Everything
is sold to the chest.

Satish Verma

How Life Moves!

Again someone
has killed the innocence
of saving? We feed the ants.

Where has the love
gone? Have you seen the falling of
a young girl from the 6th floor?

Not you, not me,
we were in sleep, when the
temple of savior God was on ignition.

Satish Verma

To Nobody

What is left in
your hands after giving away
love? It was very small.

The war was between
two love birds. You wanted absolute
grip on the stars. The moon stood alone.

A seed has become
a bo tree. I am running to find
Buddha, walking away from his love.

Satish Verma

Not Bargaining

Pave the way for
a wound. When will we find solace?
I will hit love across the moon

My fingers remain
twisted like question marks. But who will
give so many answers. Sun covers his face.

Where do the thinkers have
gone? Self-correction must start.
Can you wash the body. How to put off fire, God?

Satish Verma

Walking on Burning Coals

Why do you sit
in silence as if your love has
been amputated.

Sometimes pain behaves like
adrenalin, which takes away the agony of
breakup. A dream is aborted.

I am writing again
a saga of Greek tragedy. The
blood has an odour of roses.

Satish Verma

In Saviour Solitude

You left me, when
I was dying, O God. One by one
my each poem comes.

How many eyes we
need to see you. I am dust.
I saved my wings, very shining.

What is this world?
Coming and going. Nothing stable
Love wants to make another Taj Mahal.

Satish Verma

Outstanding Disputes

The vision of apocalypse
may be unmasked. What is
ancient in you? Can you burn nature?

Part by part we
survive and part by part we die.
It is not evil. We can say, the wall lives.

The blue green lake
is full. Moon comes to take a bath
and tell I will remain forever.

Satish Verma

Come in My Country

Fragments of love
float, when you mesmerise the
catastrophe. Moon was red.

A monarch butterfly
wants to remain at home on a tree
of a lake bank, like a peer.

Does it make any difference?
You want to tag the brilliant star.
Where does it go after killing himself?

Satish Verma

I Feel Sorry

This is my third
accident to understand
where the pain comes from.

Like a nuke hits you
at the chest like a mystery. The death
will come very slowly with an enlightenment.

Can you send a star
into exile after making him blind.
Is it going to change the world?

Satish Verma

You Become my Sorrow

Why did you back
out in race of love? You burned
lies in losing truth,

I repeat my pain
like the nature of an aging sword
makes you unconscious.

Two pages you cannot
write simultaneously. I survive
in the smoke of black berries.

Satish Verma

Beyond the Boundaries

Are we mentally
ill? Can you mix the darkness
with light for a crime?

To move from one
world to another world is the right
thing? Why do you become a mercenary?

Is this life? I am
chilled. May or may not be conservative.
I am observing myself.

Satish Verma

What are You?

It was in your hand,
the time. Don't sit quietly. Life's
struggle will take you to play kismat.

The impact you make
a beautiful history of the name
of a nameless man on top.

You speak less to
let them burn the bougainvilleas.
No words. How can you bring roses?

Satish Verma

A Poem has an Echo

It is a question of
fidelity. You cannot maintain, here
and there, day and night.

Yes or no, the tears
wash the eyes. The murder takes
place. Simplicity gains. And you love me.

The pain was intense,
but arrived like a spy. And the
debris of heart is found.

Satish Verma

Where is Justice?

When you don't think,
are you happy? A mixing of brain
and tongue? Are you dedicated to Karma?

Do the plants suffer?
Was there any pain? Who came first?
Tell me, the plants or animals.

Breathless we argue. Endlessly
digging. Why do we amazingly think of life?
We want to know why men bring blood?

Satish Verma

Where is Sun?

I cannot give you
life, but can take life. Also I believe
in me. At giving I will save you.

The migration of pain
from one heart to other takes place.
Both can become one.

A single big tear
of the moon, of god's eye, rolls down,
A ghost keeps looking at me.

Satish Verma

Incessantly I Am

Forced to express.
There was a tremendous
pressure to say what I see.

Jealous and circulating
like a Naja to drink milk, and ready
to attack Sometimes it has five faces

This is my parliament.
Everyone is a speaker. How to kill
with a knife and parenthesis.

Satish Verma

Marvel of Pain

Fire to fire, I read,
death is your powerful test.
The faces wear different colors.

No confession. What
is sin? You cannot escape from
the nature's effect. You have to count falls

Leave the stigma
It becomes god's gift. Your left side
signs were a perfect hit.

Satish Verma

Give me the Wings of Snake

I am today, what I was
not, yesterday. You want to make me
small. I am bigger than you, O God.

What will you do,
if your life vanishes and
death walks all around?

Love and pain are
synonyms. Give me a prism. If you
have love, death will never be painful.

Satish Verma

Describe Yourself

In your words, who
are you and who am I. Life
has cracked us to know oneself.

Did you ever know
when death will arrive? Give
her a welcome and shake hand with pain.

Fear, what is it?
Can you make friends with
strangers and go lovely?

Satish Verma

Your Shutting Eyes

Deep and deep I
weep. I don't understand what I do.
The man has not remained a man.

You can put water in
milk, but milk cannot be mixed with water.
God gives you truth, you cannot.

I have nothing to
give to you. Can you give me an
altered life of this earth?

Satish Verma

Red Blue Steps

My love skips and
blood of stone god leaks.
Five kisses for beheading the truth.

They were stolen
moments. Human beings have
tried to make a new Eden.

Why did you live to
dig out the buried Eden girl
and start a new paradise?

Satish Verma

You Wear the Tears of Moon

Juvenile. You catch the
lie. Don't stop it. This gives bread..
You have only seen my back side.

Where will you find
the deepest pain? Will you ever get it?
Why? Listen to the voice of another planet.

Now go to the clouds.
Drink water, better than Ganges.
You know the earth has become dirty.

Satish Verma

A Rigid Plasma

Don't cry today.
You are helpless. Your palm has no
flesh. Still you become me to drop self.

You will not drag
the feeling of death. Let me see
your alter eyes. This is something to believe.

The words are radio-
active from name to name. Everything
is broken. I will help you to build them again.

Satish Verma

No Foreword

I am torched every
night with cognitive pain. When
I am hurt, I am.

Want to know what
is unhappiness. How one handles
the betrayal of blood and lips.

There is a lot of inferno.
He who opens the door, gets a bullet.
Where the peacocks will give a dance?

Satish Verma

Where is the Human Spirit?

To whom to tell, where
you have to go? The dust is everywhere.
And air is poisoned.

Who will support my
hand to make the path of truth?
Who was happy anywhere?

The envy is the
weapon to start destroying
the rival. Are we still evolving from animals?

Satish Verma

Don't Cheat Me

I will take care
of you, but not me. My devotion
has shaken the god. I am resigning from love.

Why the spots are
coming over on flowers. Now nobody
will go to the garden. How can you cross the beauty?

I will excite you
once again to start the fight with
vocabulary. The meanings are changing daily.

Satish Verma

To The Country

I cannot sleep on
the thorns after the spiders encountered
on grass to take revenge.

A gay violence breeds.
Only pain agrees to dance
clockwise. And thus you give a call.

No it is not possible
to make friends again. The blood
revolts and you have to give space.

Satish Verma

I Have Failed

What I know, did
not want to know. In lesser cost, you
are sold. Knowledge kills.

Think slowly. Eccentricity.
misleads. The kindness wins. Solace
is more helpful. Nature lives forever.

Everything is gone. I
will leave empty hands. God will not
carry heavy weight. Something sacred.

Satish Verma 

What is Death Before Life

The greatest pain.
I will not think. I have dropped
you. I was you. You were not.

No one can reach
absolute. I have punished myself.
You have been excusing you.

Ah this was my
enlightened gravity. Down, down in
search of truth for eternal love.

Satish Verma

Where the Wind Goes?

You bend, when the
colossus breaks. Will you give your life
for a cause? The companionship builds a wall.

No excuse to cover the
footprints. Under the stones live
scorpions. Snakes go on multiplying.

Cannibals are not
god fearing. Tragedy always wants a
pound of flesh. Can you laugh?

Satish Verma

Individual Choices

It sucks. You can
divide the love. To live or not
to live. Half pain in eyes, half on lips.

Of all time, I was
looking at you. It will move or
become a stone. In the end there is no start.

The tearing of centuries
has failed to define life. For whom
to live to die again?

Satish Verma

Praise My Stones

Where do I go
to ask for death. It is very cheap.
Honey, honey - do not go to bees.

What is the pain of
price, if you have empty hands?
Life always punctures the bubble.

And kiss the sun
to punish the moon. So cool that frozen
heart, that it does not leak blood.

Satish Verma

Where is Peace?

In your sleep, I
wake to keep the fire burning
to possess my dreams.

I am ready to
walk with death. I write a poem without
paper. Your golden tears swell

As mentioned I am
crazy to call you again to die
in my hands. I am immortal.

Satish Verma

When is My Termination?

You have to suffer
to find the depth of reason. In
dark. you will find light in pores.

The stigma takes you
to a cave. God makes you hermit.
The old spots of heart shake you.

But you will wear the moon.
And give a realization of unspoken
pain. No body was behind you.

Satish Verma

My Tragedy

From which side death
comes? I sit under a bo tree
and drink hemlock.

While laughing you
will go. Did you ever see a
burning ship? I am also casabianca.

Why have I survived?
Under our skin we know the truth.
Why does a man become a willow?

Satish Verma

Sun does Not Save

This was inequality,
when moon watches you. Mt nascent
talent tries decreasing the gap.

O moon where
do you live? I do not know why your
light ends in pitch dark tonight.

How do fireflies beat the
stars? All night. I ran after the
moon, but king cobra was crossing the road.

Satish Verma

An Elegy don't Come Again

You take my tears
and give me a poem down to breaths.
Rings of flames speak

My news has come to you.
I don't understand me, arising my
pain. Love ignores the pins.

A thumb leaves a
print on your forehead, but nature
is maintained. Meaning licks the blood.

Satish Verma

An Emotional Encounter

I don't speak
don't move the hands. Don't need
any grief. Lets go.

Life is revengeful.
It takes a price, if you are not able
to understand it as a separation.

The distance deflects.
I reach the smell of dying love. At
last this was the encounter with an angel.

Satish Verma

Voices Return

A pain avoids me.
Eyes speak. Like eagles. What
I am inside, it is outside.

The ache of a long
night, waiting for the worse
to do it, the break between grief and heart.

I feel, the dust is
covering the memories. It was red,
when you open the book of love.

Satish Verma

What was My Dream?

My blood belongs
to you. How will you make the bones
of a poe? Revenge. What is that?

You come and go
like a colossus. The floor trembles.
and earth sinks. Anyone will bury you in a hole?

You are not yourself
There is a hidden fire to test the truth
of your existence. Colossi will sing.

Satish Verma

Can you Charm a Snake

My love was very
tall. The trees gossip. Move around
Is it not eerie? There was virgin death.

Immaculate. My poem
believes. No god will save you. I am
floating on a bubble.

An angel and beast.
We will not enter a mausoleum.
Lights are put off. After 5 years my sleep eds.

Satish Verma

Love Has Many Names

Ah, this was my
salvation. I am giving away a part
of my brain to you. The others are bruised.

The affair will not
survive in the patronage of care and giving
the heart. I sit and talk to my pain.

My shadow, don't
walk with me. I don't need to build
milestones. I have to move eternally.

Satish Verma

Chilled in Coexistence

Genderism. Would you
like the death of it? The body always
rules the heart. My summary increases.

This was a turbulent
writing, opening the skin of living
pain. I am not your shadow on water.

Life is very treacherous.
When you hate me, I love you, and
invite you to fight without tears.

Satish Verma

Pain of History

My love had criss-
crossed. Again my old home has
come. The stream of memory gives a wash.

Not of virtue of
age. You don't want to live in this
time. Broke by tragedy, the dream dies.

The vampire of hate
drinks the blood of an innocent, who
forgets to pay homage to the god of fire.

Satish Verma

What is Concrete Fall?

A string of tragedies,
playing with fire for the love of life's
chemistry. The past will not reach the future.

Who would break if
I drink hemlock? How lies conceal
the truth of killing your history?

I will call my first
lover's spirit. Good or bad, do you think
myth will develop ambiguity?

Satish Verma

My Garden, My Earth

I am born every day
and die every night. Are you the same god?
Towards me, you are free to look.

Your lovely eyes burn
before going to meet on pyre.
I have been out of light, or heavy moon.

No you are not mine. Think.
Because I have no body, no pain.
The sky was my home. No doors, no windows.

Satish Verma

In Aloneness you are a Prince

You love to die
again. Earnestly the language
kills. What is that which never dies?

Memory has no harbor.
There is no chance to become
speechless. Life in power dies.

A poet talks differently
like an elixir. But ultimately a poem
becomes the god of textology.

Satish Verma

I Make up My Mind

You are sharp like
Akhmatova. But she sits in the
corner of a dark home and is weeping.

Albert Camus was wise
to send the Sisiphus from underground
to lift the heavy rock to mountain and fall.

The wall of Sartre
still helps you for self - deception
gives a taste of horror.

Satish Verma

Sculptor wants to Break Sculpture

Take care of your hurts.
You save yourself by drowning
others, Frogs were jumping.

Why does malignancy come
divorcing love. What is the universal
happiness of pain? My philosophy remains mum.

The egg rolls down.
Sun rocks the cabbages. Roses laugh,
weep. A solitude says I am.

Satish Verma

The Golden Hero

We are making fools
of each other. Do we have earthly
love? Somebody is watching us?

Are we in asylums?
Do you think God is a genius?
Do you overhear the pain of the sea?

My voice turns back
I hear my ghost to kill, to kill the
stigma of going down, opening your eyes.

Satish Verma

Dwarfing Wheels

My path, where
do I go? Do not like the milestones.
Endlessly I move not to find my destiny.

Buddha comes again
sleeping. I get my thoughts in drowsing
words. They come one by one like swallows.

Will I ever get the truth
at the end of the circle? Where the horizon
finishes? Are you ready to changes your body?

Satish Verma

Why Death Calls Again

No more pain is needed
to sharpen my pen. No ravens
want to collect without asking.

Life makes the glacier
dirty. My right thumb opens the
door of a galaxy of tears.

A dream, a home
walks out. The history will be revived.
I am reading the blind books.

Satish Verma

Knives Still Glitter

What happened?
In the loud screams. I was searching
death. Part of life sorrow must come.

You run after the
success sitting along the demised
souls. Departure will decide, how to go.

Watercolor comes down
without eyes. You want to shut the
windows of happiness. I am drinking hemlock.

Satish Verma

Trying to Become Human

I drop things in
upsight mind. The snake comes back.
The kiss sticks to the flame.

My journey is the longest.
You move through my heart for
trinity. The sea throws you on the bank.

Being or not being,
why not carry the reality
of broken questions? I am the answer.

Satish Verma

Essence of Agony

Petrified, as if
I am angry with everyone. Nobody
will speak the truth.

Your patience-you
will die with music only. A thinker
will always be a lover.

I was engaged with
dust and stars reading the unwritten
destiny of individuals when the language dies.

Satish Verma

I am Afraid

What is your religion?
I am the poem. There was a big
laugh. It was a question of only heart.

Again loneliness. I
search a good sentence to become
my long friend. Clearly it is my fault.

What is dharma of
dust. One day it will make you ash.
Ultimately it mixes with earth.

Satish Verma

Why A Suicide?

Give me your heart,
as an eternal inferno. Life has been
very brute. Do not give me what I had.

A love, a time, I
cannot claim the heads. I will not
sleep with your knife.

What was to blame
for the dark moon becoming very hot?
The cadaver sits up to reply.

Satish Verma

The Muse Blinks

A curse. Unsinkable.
Like Sisyphus. Dementia.
You forget your name.

You sit alone with
brain. World cheats.
The poet turns yellow.

Sylvia Plath is still
sleeping. Honestly. The
love has many blues. No bones.

Satish Verma

Where the Night Goes?

If your lips are not
red, what is the pain of the heart?
The girl in the ode was sad.

What do you sell
when your eyes are pink and your
smile explodes in bright light?

Love is a religion
of god, when no one wants to
die. Unmoving the moon cries.

Satish Verma

Mystery of Life

I am returning
your wealth to succeed in life, not
to taste the venom of viper.

A moment of prodigal
hand to spend your salt to lick
all the body. Will you ever be nobody.

My pain has wings,
flies. I want to write on the Rosetta stone
My language is unspeakable.

Satish Verma

A Thought has Philosophy

We have been ripped
off. Where will we go? Was this a
sin day? Did you learn how to dismember?

Who belongs to law, not
to accept the truth of love? Life
becomes meaningless. God cries.

Was it a sneak answer?
I asked a whole spirit. Reason
and cause became rational.

Satish Verma

You Carry Big Load

Give me anesthesia,
I want to know god's nature to hide the
truth. Why the journey is so small?

I don't know, let
me think, what is the end of life?
You live in eternity, unsleeping.

No need for hospitals.
No one wants to die like ants.
Fly in sky till the sun rises.

Satish Verma

Tied Down with Negation

Why are you seeking
ultimate name of god? Hard to
get utopia in twilight.

From A to Z there
is no suiciding. You invent some
thing more lines and curves.

How can you become
the other killer? The domestic
touch heals the burnt feelings of mortals.

Satish Verma

The King Opens the Mouth

Take my trust and
be ready for fractured love. From
sky we will bring the aliens.

Another sacrifice is
needed to break the glass in
lonliness. You will find many faces.

What I wanted to get,
which I could not give. My night
was free from burns of sun.

Satish Verma

Are you Regretting?

It was scary.
The oeuvre. The end was
not coming. Love halves the moon.

The torture dips.
Lips run for trinity. I am
going out to make you blue.

The age will not
tell the gravity of stigma.
No smell survives if you burn.

Satish Verma

Kick the Doors

If the past was
innocent, the future would be
matter of truth. I am collecting the coals.

Enough was less
than the sculptor. The dome has only
voices. No entry. The wisdom cries.

Give me the stones.
I will beat the nightmare dreams.
There will be no mourning.

Satish Verma

In Transparent Clouds

You want to sleep
on every moon to get a soothing
pain in heart. What would be left behind?

The outsider will be
asked to stay and synchronize
with history and sun.

Do not blow off the
candle. Not me, not dust. This was
the fever of love in the rain.

Satish Verma

Build Me Again

You did not meet
again behind the veils you loved.
Now you remain like a divine.

To whom, or any one
I will share my agoy, when you had
touched me in the home without walls.

Can we swim together
in the red sea? Am I again
waiting for you to breathe together?

Satish Verma

What Happiness You Got?

The collapse of love
was an accident. Are you in
horror to speak of future's innocence?

You are made of
ink. I am writing the pain of
walls. Your voice does not reach me.

In anguish, I would
become a falcon to teach the
way of dying unlived.

Satish Verma

Weeping is an Art

To save lives.
No, nothing is liked. No lounger
relaxes the mind. Time is heavy.

The rulers are changing.
I am your eyes. You want them to shut down.
We cannot find any old pain.

What you were searching
in ash? No name plate will come.
When you freeze, I burn. No miracle will help.

Satish Verma

Where Are Questions?

It stinks. Man's nature.
I don't know myself. What I think
is the fall of leaves every year.

To the fire, I have
nothing to say. It burns every
thing to create a new life.

The walls are still
coming up between the thoughts.
Everyone deceives oneself to be happy.

Satish Verma

How many Doors to Open?

No ambiguity of'
love. My glass remains empty.
The tears fill up my poems.

Why were you wearing
a ring in memory of departure
or a hope of betrothal again to the moon?

Is it important for
living to meet again to pay
back the debt of endless kissing?

Satish Verma

Revolving Life

The beast and snow
flowers meet in cavernous depth.
Very difficult to catch the humming birds.

I am damaged at
the door of love. The first stroke
disappears. Romantic street ends.

What was happening?
War or criminal kisses of ferocious
beginning of the end of light?

Satish Verma

Words Weep in Dark

You have arrested
yourself. Do not commit for long.
Your half-life brings chaos daily.

What is your pinnacle
in dead dreams? The life pain wears
jeweled tears forever.

I am not thick, I am
not thin. You were excessively observant.
I am going inch by inch.

Satish Verma

Pride and Daisies

You want to use
charcoal in writing walls. Someone
has alleged aura of love.

The eyes and pain
go together. You will ask, can I
bring tears after saying goodbye.

I will dig into the past.
You want to be buried with poems,
or sit on a pyre to honour the dharma.

Satish Verma

Life Needs a Snake

Age makes the
biggest ideas. You are becoming
friendly with blaze and sparks again.

I cannot speak my
brazen thoughts. How does human
knowledge have a violent touch?

Ah, the relationship
has a poisonal taste. Religion was
timeless, but philosophy bites.

Satish Verma

Plato Speaks

Shot at forehead
to open the third eye to get
sharper pain of humanity.

The lion was
orthodox, back and forth, and
I decided to repeat the fire test.

Why was the face
of the moon falling? The rise of
nails started scratching the darkness.

Satish Verma

When my Morning Comes?

I want to talk to
someone about the image. Is it
alive when you dance?

How can you touch
a star? Unspeakable. I forgot to tell you.
The years become very small.

Is it very dark? Will
you light the lamps? Is it pin drop silence?
Who is going to be hanged?

Satish Verma

Eyes were Red

What you did was
right in burning the path.
You want to float any river now.

What is the philosophy
of a method? You don't want to
remain human?

I had picked up
love of selphlessness. You had
found self in everyone.

Satish Verma

Reason has Energy

When your words drop,
truth flies away. Repeat the hit
like a praying mantis.

I will burn your beach
walk, for euphoria, when the god
was in play to teach man.

I didn't want to give
the mercy of the sword, when
the power was a power for the riches.

Satish Verma

There was No Inner

Do not wait for me.
It was a brain fog. You have
nothing to leave. Life has two meanings

Survival and death.
Do not belong to me. You have to find
the truth underground.

There is a difference
between song and thinking. First you
become detached from yourself.

Satish Verma

Do not Hang on the Ropes

Why did you break
my house? I hide under the skin
of a naked moon. A red ant walks.

On my fingers to find
the children. Where do we go? Love
needs the road to reach the virgin lake.

Under your bald head
a new home will be prepared. It will
look like a venus star.

Satish Verma

Where the Pain Goes?

Walk with me. Why
do we live? Moon was livid
with rage. A named pause.

This was imminent.
Your bougainvillea will defeat
roses. It's flowers remain forever

I will not clear
the board. It is easy to write the prophecy.
My unspoken words will reach everywhere.

Satish Verma

Buddha Speaks Again

The house you left
is walking behind you. I am
climbing the wall of knowledge.

I was afraid of the
fall. Bones will carry the
marrow of mother's milk?

The passion licks
cloud to reach the peak of
mountain touching the galaxy.

Satish Verma

Buddha Speaks Again

The house you left
is walking behind you. I am
climbing the wall of knowledge.

I was afraid of the
fall. Bones will carry the
marrow of mother's milk?

The passion licks
cloud to reach the peak of
mountain touching the galaxy.

Satish Verma

I Like You

The descent of
thoughts and rise of borders
looks like an assisted kill.

Telling the truth was
disabled. There was an exile of
dumb men. Anarchy has its own kingdom.

Houses burn, the
road stops. You are nailed to walls.
I will float a prism on the fire.

Satish Verma

My Story will not End

The ultimate pain
of writing, was asking it not to stay.
It was the rhythm of the beating of words.

Why were you always fond of
the mistakes of others? Why do you like
a four-headed snake?

Dividing the streams
to find happiness. Unlike you I am
cool. But all poems are hot.

Satish Verma

Yesterday not Today

Your salt hurts me.
My twisted fingers search your
wet eyes. Moon remains blind.

Ah the navel of the snake,,
was beautiful, when it climbs your chest. Oh
Cleopatra will take a wash of two hundred milks.

The thorns will invite
you to kiss the roses. After some time
they will be spread over the tomb of a poet.

Satish Verma

Bizarre Phenomenons

After race arousal
there was animal descent.
The gold diggers climbed fairy tales.

The controlled blast
avenges on the street. Belonging
drops the veil. We are topless.

Mode of violence
changes. Thrust was diplomatic.
Everyone shuts the mouth.

Satish Verma

Cruel Courage

The black moon.
Two labial eyes to bring down
the sun to grind the inferno.

A golden bath now
cleaves the heart, pummels the
nerves. Here man feels spiritual.

Water in orgy, envelops
the body to burn the pyres on the
river. I will give a call to the god in every corner.

Satish Verma

Fascinating Pain

You make a hole
in the heart of a cadaver to see
the agony of a lover. The god betrays.

There are black stars
to destroy everything. There
was no ethereal virtue to sing.

You have never seen
blood. If you want to look, you will fall.
This is the last class.

Satish Verma

History has No Answers

I am. You are lost
in me. You living, want to live
again. But tranquility comes late.

It does not exist, the
satan in the god made body and
brain. A tiger dies in sand dunes.

Ghosts are born. You
know Einstein died. Refused to live
again by artificial saving after surgery.

Satish Verma

Your Gamble will Succeed

Amid sharp waves to
invite love, the ship burns.
I was searching for Casabianca.

History demands tragedy
to brighten the blood of the truth
I stand on the moon, when the sun hides.

Not only divinity,
you need the saint of last words.
There was no perfect pain.

Satish Verma

Some Make-up is Needed

My glass is full,
I am empty. I have the sacred
culture, how to meet the end.

In every poem, there
was a third moon. But It is not a
secret. A deep tragedy.

In spite of knowledge
the mystery cannot be solved. The
wounds were caused by everyone.

Satish Verma

Love Crimes

The federal agony.
You will hide your murder.
This is a beautiful world.

I want to know if it
is rational. A smile has fatal
results of rare gratitude.

O my perpetual prayer
don't do it. The fourlegs are always
obliging to reach the slaughterhouse.

Satish Verma

I Don't Sleep

Sitting like a stone,
there is righteousness. Who was wrong?
Let me search for a needle in a haystack.

A red moon sends
heat. The sun gonna blink. Cannot
revise the kiss of roses and thorns.

What I am is, life is not.
A blood vessel bursts in your eyes
to see the integrity of white eagle.

Satish Verma

A Rare Dream

To give birth, once
to light. I am falling in love
with a full blue moon.

A strange thought comes
to commit suicide. But I will ask
the people to crucify me.

You would come again, as
you came like a virgin love. The revival
was to wash the hundred sins.

Satish Verma

Everyone has a Third Eye

It was the first day
to die? Why were you born?
If there was war, cannot be brought-

The peace? You are.
beautiful. It is? You don't want to die?
Every human wants to be immortal.

I am fire and stone.
It breaks from the sun. Why not the moon.
You must walk on the sea.

Satish Verma

Messages have Stopped Coming

Beyond the pains
I am going for a journey without
you. The trees repeat a story.

Was there any institutional
epicentre. Tell me unspoken words
of god. The love birds always sing.

Can you take a chemical
break of language? The validity of blood
coming from nowhere tells philosophy.

Satish Verma

Your Voicelessness

It is difficult to make
poems in time and space.
The words come very late.

First you are alone.
The river comes back and the thoughts
freeze. Only unbearable pain opens the door.

Listen to Beethovan
for virgin prayers. This ignites the
blaze to burn the blackboard.

Satish Verma

My Gentle Nights

I call you for a trial,
when I need a castle for a moon
to stay. Thinking was my primal reality.

I want to seek the
freedom of expression of intensity
to teach oneself from all the sorrows.

You want to wear a
necklace for the peace of burning
words. Open your eyes.

Satish Verma

Thoughts Incomplete

You become a beauty
after abdication. The bell rings
without coronation.

Every shared pain
was tender. Each word
flies me to you.

You were afraid of
yourself in water. Sun wants
to be adored, when I scream.

Satish Verma

My Wisdom

Again I remember the
line of love. A tethered bird
wants to come out of the cage.

Temples and guns, you
come and go. Reading Gita, you drop
all the commitments for the black hole.

Reasoned and faulted
you will not be a Greek and not
become like anyone to live.

Satish Verma

Do Not Talk About Lesbos

Like the fear of the
first man, climbing down from
the tree to bear unknown sorrow.

You have become a
victim of evolution. Your home
has not remained your home.

The scorpion is red. Wants
to go in a circle. Love cannot come out.
A little blast becomes a message.

Satish Verma