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