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