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

Defining Unknown

I broke myself too, when.
build you, O Almighty. Looking
at your gale, trying to become nothing.

Thinking of a martyr,
to be the truth, by giving away
his saddest pain to you.

Night will not dance,
if stars come to wash the moon
with the elixir milk.

Satish Verma

When we Sacrifice Holocaust?

I am resilient. I am
living the loneliness to kill the expiry.
Watching a carnivore like Venus Fly Trap.

My authentic agony?
You are born and die to keep the
surface of religion. God or no god.

We are all, searching
our enemies. The doors are shut. O my
friend. Let us talk about moon.

Satish Verma

From the Doing Good

Come to me, without
going to touch a goal.
Whom I will like now?

Where do I go on
golden night to heal the wounds
of unopened shocks. Lift berets.

Go to school of pain
for an autopsy without dying. My
blood will always boil in snow.

Satish Verma

Journey Begins

I had asked you to leave
some stings for me. It helps
to bleed on the paper.

Some artifacts like my ring
are in your box to remember
me after crucifixion.

I did not take my last
super. I will kiss your hand
before I drink hemlock.

Satish Verma

Carrying Molten Lava

It was a homicide.
A red spot on the dark side to
conceal Coleoptera once.

The sound of pain comes.
You will not listen to the trauma
of legacy. The family of love is torn.

What clouds do when
sun sets, to cool the hot age
strangling in the awe of unseen?

Satish Verma

Soft Pains

Throw some silver
coins on the road. Brown birds will come
down. A pang of hunger gives happiness.

There is a strong desire
to have a rebirth. You will come
back to home. You will show shine.

I touch you, remembering
pure fall, with an arrow. The flame
refuses to rise in tears rain.

Satish Verma

A Longing for Truth

Deep learning hurts my
brain. Can you feed your neutral
love? Where does the noise come from?

What arrows are made
of, straight in your heart. A grip of
tears dry up the blood and you survive.

You call me a burning
sky to bury the home of a twisted past.
I write my name on the water to be washed.

Satish Verma

Hyperpigmentation

Growing moon seeds
on palms? Where was the moon?
A single thought shakes us both.

Who was under
surveillance? You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.

Who do you love in the dark
when stars sleep and night
birds come out to sing?

Satish Verma

Return to Enigma

No evidence needed
to commit suicide without a support.
It reflects the mad world.

The time takes your
test. Will you marry a dead martyl?
Will you write on a wall?

A snake was moving
fast in fog to bite everyone on the
road. The venom will kill every nan.

Satish Verma

This is The Moment

Irretrievable.
It was your last day
to save an ant, a job of savior.

You love to catch
mercy, in contrast to seeing a serial
killer. One pain or two pains are the same.

What is the most significant
thing about empty handed bread
or no bread feeling the same?

Satish Verma

There was No Peace

You want to know,
why does death come? Between two
stars there was one moon to think about.

A pure love weeps. You
whisper to go. Oh my alter pain, there
is no remedy to land under black sun.

No bride remains happy.
The hero fails to satisfy the
triumph of nothing in the burning hole.

Satish Verma

Why are You Terrible Sick?

No news gives peace.
A bifurcation divides the mountain.
I don't like the death of the unborn.

A red fit goes into
hysteria. Did you ever go naked on
moon? You can get a kiss and kiss.

The guest turns back.
I rub my nose to smell
your Asia. It is always brown.

Satish Verma

What is in, What is Out

You were my mistake.
O moon. I am holding the sun.
in my home. You had a blue tongue.

The snake sticks out the
tongue. You begin to think of drawing
human nature. But it is not true.

Let's remain individual.
How your agony explores the
melancholy of a falling star at dawn.

Satish Verma

Overpowering

How do we reach
here to drop the words of murder.
Nobody will live for others.

The seeds were buried
like never to grow up to become Bo
trees. The wisdom will start crying.

What is the future
of the cosmos of many stars moving?
Towards the black hole? Which god will stop suicide?

Satish Verma

Mode of Becoming One

Only light killed me
in darkness. I am writing my last
poem. It was a dream, not true.

Can an angel become
a stealth? Unmaking love for the
sake of a hidden treasure.

Let us go by iron-
gate. Life gives you a lesson. The
first toast was the last toast.

Satish Verma

The Strange Essence

Why euthanacea
back and forth, eating strawberries.
Cannot steal from love.

Your splendid life
is not meant to become dirty, and
to live in a museum forever

Exiled for a cause,
abandoned to live in sheep for self
deception.to meet god once.

Satish Verma

Everything is a Stone

You break a stone
to build a language. My target
was to knit a whole for a new man.

It is not me. This
life is fake. To whom I pull from the well.
My poem of slaughter stopped coming on paper.

The season was changing.
My pain was not air, not water and burning coal.
My words come weeping.

Satish Verma

What is Our Price?

A peace is a peace?
Does it work? I am not on redundancy.
After the truce war begins.

You were asked to
marry bees. What was wrong with it,
when you merged with the religion.

Listen, this will be
a new death. I have defeated myself
to make a ghost home.

Satish Verma

Are you My Muse?

Your silence speaks
loudly. I throw a stone in water.
The black bird dies in shock.

The moon was drunk.
I am killed by love. The dreams
want to be signed by death.

Usnea Barbata.
The world is becoming my ache.
When the stars change, nobody knows.

Satish Verma

What was Your Vision?

My silence makes you
eloquent, but there is no permanence.
Sleep no more on flames.

Unveiling the moon's history.
Has no geography. This was much
ado about nothing, and a question collapses.

I'm ready to rewrite the
unknown in the sea of demonic
examples of blood without body.

Satish Verma

Learning Arithmetics of Love

Not abandoning.
I feel comfort, even when you
burn the woods between us.

No target pain, a banal
recurrence of failing.
Take me to the home of god.

When I see you, I
remember Akhmatova. I will
not divide eternal time of love.

Satish Verma

Stones Are Multiplying

A moral thought
beats the water to sink the sins
of last man trying to live.

A row of lost people
and about-turn. I am reading, how
to marry a rising sun, eyes shut.

All moons will be taken
away exhausted. The kingdom
will not die. The silent pain will become Horace.

Satish Verma

Blind Story

When you're learning to
punctuate, love comes to fore. I
am writing your name on the moon

When the period to
scream comes, the light is aborted,
and you want to touch my lips in darkness.

Love began, when you
were not born. I sit in the shadow of
a ruined temple of no god.

Satish Verma

Is It Ars Poetica?

A poem wordless ways
to die. The mute pen is drying
up. Silent, the voice will pull down the moon.

An extra knife will kill
the thoughts without touching the
bones of poems dipped in blood.

My world is expanding
to see the age of my poems.
Under every Bo tree sits a Buddha.

Satish Verma

No Other Pains

What is the final
love in first death. Knowing the
secret had become organic.

No admiration. How
far away you go to destroy me. The return
of ruins, has my bowl full of fire.

I hit my dreams not
to come to comfort me. The last days
are coming near. I count my poems.

Satish Verma

How Do You Spend the Life?

You can only be a choked
poem, when I am a heart poet. You have
to abide by listening to what I say.

The man has been lost
in mustards. I am ready to live
in death for certainty.

Ah, your voice is trapped.
How do you know what is true?
You cannot undo my love of stars.

Satish Verma

Deep Knowledge

Drop your haves and
have-nots. When you lose things
you are at peace.

From time immemorial
I was hunting the moon
and you slept.

You never woke, my
god. Limbless you didn't move,
when earth was dying.

Satish Verma

Lot's of Love

It was appalling to
believe in yourself. We are always
wrong to walk on water. It was a pain of day.

Beyond murder there
are truths of lies. Every step was a revene.
To whom do you want to make human?

I tend to forget the blood
of praying mantis. Why the prayer
is linked with the death of age?

Satish Verma

You Die Therefore You Live

This was a very cognitive
break. I look back in the eyes of walls.
They were watching extreme non-violence.

Words are wet. There
are no rains. Listen straight the
echoes. They are coming to repent.

What is your part in
collective suicide. Nobody knows the
secret. Hawthorns in my hold.

Satish Verma

Thou Shalt Not Cry

Moon disrobed today
to show the wounds. Why
were you bending a lot?

There was tremendous
bone loss. You would not jump
the pain. You touch my arm.

Then bare chest sweats.
You have to dig the answers
from the buried questions.

Satish Verma

How to Love Not

Art of murder of
love, do you know one by one step
to spread the ash in your hair?

The resistance was
scripted, sleep to wake, not announcing
the worship of the sun.

The bell toller was
dead. No one dares to begin again.
This will start the war between the lovers.

Satish Verma

Sleeping on Silk Grass

You are in me
to die. I am searching Buddha in
every leaf to understand sacrifice.

This is my temple
without a god. A stranger lands
to remove the opacity of love.

It is my pain, O
love. Life drinks my tears after
the mirage takes me to the sky.

Satish Verma

I Cannot Understand Myself

What was your word
of a word, borrowed to levitate?
Why do you intend to change the body?

This is yoga of the spine.
Love gives you endless pains. And
moon keeps your glass empty.

The rotation of signs
opens the window of a slaughter-
house. How can you drink the blood?

Satish Verma

What is Your Choice?

I am defeated by myself.
Not surrender, not pain. It was
not loud. Just decapitation.

A dreamer will not
salute the earth, asking how to die.
No ripples to discover why to make stones.

Where does the light
come from? From obscurity or burning
chimney. Nothing appears like truth.

Satish Verma

Water is Burning

My one poem descends
daily, lightly, like white orchid. I
want to read more, print on the sand.

Why do you carry a firefly
in your palm? You do not want to
go into the dark night of another world?

How do you see in
your luminance of heart. One
way it bleeds, another way cries.

Satish Verma

Repeat History

That used to cover me.
My poetics. Now stars drag
space and time.

This was a poet's dream.
It will wash away the wounds
of my past one day

Why didn't you give me
a scented kiss a day, when I had
burned my pale hands?

Satish Verma

The Wall on Wall on The Wall

Monopoly, I don't
have any need. The birds are
going back home in the setting sun.

Mangoes are ripened,
but will not fall. The sweetness
has a poison. No truth to tell each other.

One and one become
two. But not one. The mankind lies of truth
There was no clarity in daylight.

Satish Verma

Hiding the Beauty

Propositioned to die
without body. There is the religious
disappearance in no time.

Today the business was
bad. We were searching for fireflies
in the dark stars.

I will meet you in
a cave to sit on the tigers O god
the life created by you has failed.

Satish Verma

Existentialism

A weird wound opens
the mind. My heart beats very fast.
What is? What is not.

I script an area to
send a message home. I survive
the absence of reply. And no home.

In the weak air
the sun flowers zoom to preach, not to
become the sun at night.

Satish Verma

Do I Hate You?

There were no lies
of truth. No meanings. You burn
in my poems to find the answer.

I have given you
my whole life to please you. What else
you need to sit in a temple forever?

The heart of the sun
is waning. A primal pain. It is
difficult to plant the soul in the dead.

Satish Verma

In Dedication of Grief

No religion between.
us. The sun and moon. No answer,
some questions. Do not drink venom.

Like a saint, the sky
was quiet. Prayers were silent.
The fairy violence attacks.

And the coma comes
again and again for peace. At night
there will be a full stop of love.

Satish Verma

Pain without a Pain

For whom you live,
if there is no house in air, where
eagles zoom sharpening their talons.

Like a scapegoat,
someone makes you go into the forest
of darkness in broken love.

My wounds will not
come out of the cage of the rainbow.
The rain will come at midnight.

Satish Verma

Selling Picasso

The eternal pain becomes
a gift. Your ennui helps you to
accept me. Ruins become an award.

I was searching for the
stolen eyes. My moments of screaming
were unheard like a nightingale..

This was a divine fall
on the dying painties. Who asked
the ravens to collect under a tree.

Satish Verma

I will not go Myself

Holed up
in my book
to find peace.

Riding the moon, you don't
reach the other world.

Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.

The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.

The holy place
ignites.

Satish Verma

My God and Your God

This is not mine.
It is not yours. I will share
my tongue with you.

Our hybrid-blood
goes to the sun. Your openness
reaches the burning ghat.

Between fawn and eagle
clutches unrelently attack. There was
no analogy between man and temple.

Satish Verma