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