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