Sorrow Of Nothingness

The white moon in
twilight, invites the poet in resilience,
to go for crucifiction

Sometimes love becomes
a vulture. You say why are you
thinking to go for suicide?

O God the victim was
not like you, being with you of
tragedy of unknown translation.

Satish Verma

Beyond The Vision

I want to understand
poverty of love. Stars were hot,
when touched by kisses.

Why don't roses die
early? Ancient water? Helps
in half-darkness to embrace.

You try to get me
from the moons gate. Between
the tears air brings the salvage.

Satish Verma

If it You Are?

Horses are running.
But the horse power is coming down.
You want to write with a sharp razor.

How can you count
lost gods of mt words? On my truths
come reasons. What is stigma?

The problem is love,
tends to forget and years become
eternity. The soul takes a new body.

Satish Verma

Hold The Stranger's Arm

Who has made
the light? We lived in the darkness
of the ocean to begin with.

Where do we have to
go? I commit to go nowhere. The
truth will come on its own.

Are you ready to
sacrifice your past, and future
to complete the Dharma?

Satish Verma

A Bloody Fist

God gives you eyes and
light. Future will come slowly
and your prison starts.

The existence wants
to be buried. But I warn myself.
The ariel had a difficult design.

I walk with a miracle.
The days are turning back. The night
cuts the dark to bleed the sun.

Satish Verma

Where the Eyes Go?

I am searching my
childhood. Do not weep my heart.
Wildfire clears the dark spots.

It is the age, before or
after, when you fill the tears
in your eyes, where death lives.

You come and go
and I go to come. It is not, but
it is a delay of love.

Satish Verma

Pain Under Siege

I lived in pieces
like a Darwish. His love melts
and thorns become roses.

Have you seen the
tears turning into pearls,
and oyster leaves the value on the bank?

I am drifting on the
waves of pain. Did you walk
on stars, when the moon was red?

Satish Verma

Paths of Snakes

Sometimes I don't sleep.
Other times I sleep timeless to fire
salvoes like Sundews.

I am a daily eater.
Sundew is carnivorous. Keeps mouth
open, like a ready poet.

A celebrated story
I was the prince of metaphors till
last word born in the darkness of the bright moon.

Satish Verma

Think without Speaking

I am not reaching the
end. Enough mirages to bluf
with the river on the way.

Come what may, I
would land into a place of
melting faces to explain, why not to run.

Under your skin appear
the guests to lift the unknown pains
to put on the burning pyres.

Satish Verma

In Memory

I die in the moon
path to track the sun going in
the direction of impermanence.

What for you
were afraid. All stars will make
new worlds. You remained dwarf.

We are moving to
disgrace each other. All willows
stood in line to celebrate silence.

Satish Verma

How many Days you Have?

We were nearest to
fall from love. You want to jump
into the riverlike an evacuee.

It is morning, it is
evening. The hour of suffering comes
every day. Is it your kindness to die?

I have moved my
poems from rosie to burning heart.
The doves are collecting.

Satish Verma

Who Lives for You?

Ideology is not my
subject. I read only faces in the dark.
This life is sharp aching.

Why do you talk about
blood, bones and murder, though
we are heading for suicides.

Why is this restlessness?
Your legs tremble while walking on zoom.
Was it existence in bright light?

Satish Verma

Everyone is God

You are falling in
love with death. I am searching
a ghost to become a god.

I was born in flames,
since the wildfire kept on
calling Apocalypse, but a single moon came/

The strangers were
collecting the ashes to build a
temple of Fire and Moon.

Satish Verma

Who has a Black Face

I am shedding my
hairs and words. I'm bald
and I am nude of meaning.

The sage, or a saint
and a fakir. I always loved
KABIR. He never suppressed truth.

Whose tears I may
drink? I was always eating
your salt to remain tongueless.

Satish Verma

My Love has Gone

It was very difficult
to control myself. I am in tranquility
but not happy. No fingers cannot print preface.

You cannot write off
the coming sorrow after the muse goes
for extinction. Look at the moon.

Is it a war? I will not
contribute. What is the value
of silence? Your eyes speak in dark.

Satish Verma

My Signatures

This is my daily
love, but the hole sucks. No
eviction. The suffering begins.

The inner sorrow
glares again, but the felt beauty
of undying concern helps. Stillness was born.

An underground ejects
strength tor existence, to drag the
matter of division, but I will remain earthly.

Satish Verma

Beloved Imitation

The look, you need
an exorcist. A maverick touch
can take you to dissolution

We are not dead.
Just playing with atoms. Everybody
wants to become a god to make a new world.

I want to give
my life to you. My each cell has your
image. Where the divinity will live?

Satish Verma

You are Me

No I will not do it,
to stitch the wounds, to remember you.
Your slant eyes are always watching me.

I will break to say
goodbye. My blanket walks with me
to save from shivering. I stand in water.

Lips always betray.
Tears are caged. After leaving
home, who comes back? I bend.

Satish Verma

Tears and Laughters

Only one love was
needed to live. It will not change the
color. Poetry was of exact price.

Pain of love was
different. You lived and I lived
under the fig tree to invite the sky.

Why the tears came
out, when we laughed together. But
the muse has taken away all the words.

Satish Verma

Some Chaste Blood

I was waiting for
you came invisible. Take my
love now. Smoke the walls.

The nightingale will
not sing. The night will not die.
But your bodyguard was inhumane.

All my skin was
silent, was taking tattoos of
Vedas. Why seers did not know?

Satish Verma

Do not Wait for Me

You have not reached
the culminant. My beliefs have broken.
in morning and evening. Faith trembles.

Between truth and lies
stays pain. Who will show the path?
But the weight of mantras stands.

I sit in the backyard
to see the setting sun. Its beauty
roars before disappearing.

Satish Verma

What is justice?

When time comes,
to go, do you demolish the years
and timeless pain begins.

I wander to know
the fear, love and persecution to
dream for rebirth. There was no end.

From humanoid
how much it took to become human?
If I am wrong, then are you right?

Satish Verma

Something Better than Love

One step more, I
will put my foot on the scorpion.
He does his job. I learn the pain.

Doing nothing, you
create a nonsense to find love
in the thorns of roses.

What was the grey
death, available free? A universal
meaningless law was to revive.

Satish Verma

Ruthlessness

I was fighting with
me. You own me a kiss of vipers
venom. O God what was left with you?

The imperial fall. A
courier brings the message of
cloudburst, mud slides like a apocalypse.

Centuries passed, we
made praying stumps. How long we
will invite thunder to wake you.

Satish Verma

When the Man Becomes Animal

When do you fall
moving backward? Is it real to
generate individuality? Two moons appear.

The prosaic attack
was beautiful. Like stone flowers.
The old young man was walking slowly.

Breathe my words,
my comas. Once spoken, the meaning
does not come back. Iron becomes lava.

Satish Verma

A Prison Dream

This world is not
mine. I was born in water. Not,
not the earth had come.

No voices, no crowds.
The gods had not landed till
then. The thieves were here and there.

The birth was less.
My poems were scorching
again. Nothing to eat .I woke to death.

Satish Verma

If Truth is Mistaken?

You try to pull down
the mount to bury in the ocean. When I
give you bread, it looks like I am eating.

This was my finale
to become a donor. I am climbing
rich in love near the setting sun.

My rebelion look always
projects the hope to live and go on
fighting for freedom from others.

Satish Verma

Your Dead Poems Will Speak

A sense of defeat
after an adulteration in love. I
drink to restore the pain of god.

My success was in
lonliness to finding the realities,
but who will save the howling dreams.

Wake, wake my blood,
the city of prayers is ruined. You want. You
want to build heaven again.

Satish Verma

There was Embezzlement

No one cries when
the house goes on fire. You want to
start a new saga.

The heart burns,
the heart weeps. Doors were closed,
but never opened.

The love of flames
discovers its purity. The dust
makes its own god.

Satish Verma

Portrait of Love

I can talk to myself
only. The world was deaf. I have
got you again to dispose of life.

First I will write
for you. They burn the dome. The
smoke will tell the fall of the leader.

The essence will drop
the names. Who has made everyone
a snake. We all are distributed.

Satish Verma

You Don't Answer

I look far away
where the ocean stops appearing.
Again I am thinking of you.

To whom did I tell,
I am going, wearing my suit and
boots. The journey was long..

The end will wait.
I have to pay all my debts
due to my love and bones.

Satish Verma