My Social Read

You change yourself,
the world is not changing. The religion
was rising, not the man.

What other words can we
use to save ourselves? The struggle
of our humanity from Gita to Testament work?

Do we step in
to correct the psycho? We can
remain sane and stop the violence?

Satish Verma

Realization of Newborn

Do not go, do
not stay. Moon is climbing
down. The song of the fall starts.

How furthest you
will go after the moon. After thinking
of apocalypse, this may be an escape.

The decay of honey
hangs. The bees are ready for
community war in great noise.

Satish Verma

Give Back My Jail

No foreign hand
helped me. What was motivated?
I stressed my poems to come near the moon.

I don't know, how to
take revenge. The pain of
leaving water. My boat was burning.

From all ages, I fought
for unique freedom to talk from the moon
of individual independence.

Satish Verma

There is No Truth

When you travel,
there is no road. Only your
feet are in air, hands holding the sky.

You are lucky, you are
very tall. A long rope binds you
with Himalayas. To track the next world.

Living in isolation,
you can find the mystery of human
nature. You want to read The Tempest again.

Satish Verma

What is the Reason?

I was searching for the
time when happiness comes and
the will to understand.

Why the stranger
had a fall in notion of looking
at the moon with anxiety and fear.

What was the choice
of giving none to the rich? One should
know the loss of taking from the poor.

Satish Verma

Make Me Free

Jealous,
inhale me for a mission
to love, becoming anyone else.

Look, I am
cracking, to build another
moon, calm as an ocean.

The body was
truth. There is no language.
Where are you going? No ending.

Satish Verma

Suicides and Data

In a long war, the
moon had abducted the earth. The
colossus thinks to fly to catch the sky.

Would you like to
shake the cadavers? An aftermath makes
the ghost bleed. Only a silent river remains white.

Ancient history and
religion are going to fail. You are my
sacred roses. We were waiting for milk.

Satish Verma

My Tears Don't Sleep

The first love had
no match. Although I was
born again to go for m use.

The demand for material
needs was increasing. You were seeking
peace from the stress of worldly spending.

Why does the moon
love rise with existence. It is not
Normandy. O God I warn you.

Satish Verma

The Occult Dreams

I had kept you,
away from the world, static in
light. But not visible.

Why were we suicidal,
being friend of death? A cauldron
was empty. No one will jump after roses.

Baby you will never
be sick. The streets are full
and white angels are drinking black sun.

Satish Verma

God's Not Dead

My fingers slip
for hypnotism. The prophecy
comes true. Introspection begins.

What makes you
extraordinary? The imperial touch
wants to know the interior of a burnt heart.

The houses are moving
to envelop the mannequins. Sooner
or later the voiceless will speak.

Satish Verma

I am Digging My Buried Name

I am not for
you to say, you are not normal.
This is happening in the present world.

You smile like a
foetus, and disappear very fast.
This is the city of boots.

I have no particular
power to return the old
body to creater. I want to have a new.

Satish Verma

Hope of Light

In cold feet, a
love song is heard to wake
up the impatient pain of heart.

Why does the moon start
breaking to meet the tyrants
to drink the last cup of hemlock?

I raise my hand
to be crucified for the sake of
stolen lips of true men.

Satish Verma

The Art Of Dying

Am I normal mirrored
in? What sparks the restlessness?
What is the secret of becoming immortal?

What is the limit
of love? Till death or after too?
The trick of giving answers comes.

You want to have
nothing, even life without you. I
suddenly become fakire without pain.

Satish Verma

Like A Mockingbird

You cannot get
everything, even if your lover is
made of paper. My buried pain persists.

What would you do
if you knew you would die? Only a few hours.
Who was in love? I want to embrace it.

My aloneness will
respond to praying in dark, Why
the candles burn themselves to give light?

Satish Verma

What Is Important?

Give me your pains.
It is not possible to divide a man
into two. Do not love me after withdrawal.

The colors are changing
here and now. I want to revert back
into innocence, and feel, god is watching.

It is easy to blame
hemlock. But you are drinking
like a god. Do not go into revolt.

Satish Verma

Dewdrops On Your Lips

I am becoming you,
from a moon to a comet, in cosmic
frozen, fireball. What is it?

You take the liberty
of a singing bird. I am conscious
of understanding life and death.

I disperse to map
your heritage, O stranger,
I drink hemlock slowly, scared of truth.

Satish Verma

An Extra Love

The magic of self-love.
Have you ever cried? In a garden?
I clap to see an injured tigress.

In the blue sky,
the black night will bring stars,
to take revenge on the sun

Under the massive
fig tree all the Buddhas assemble
to decide how to keep darkness.

Satish Verma

This Is My Crime

I am upset to
see you. The drama begins.
Life has slapped twice with rich words.

You want to lift
the country with a name. But someone
puts the venom on your tongue.

Gravediggers come and go.
Someone wants to sit on the burning
pyre. This is Dharma of whom?

Satish Verma

Give My Definition

I am your stone,
you are my creativity. Again
somebody has killed me.

Where do we meet,
when we are immersing in water
searching for pearl oysters

My life is bivalved.
One side are you, and the other side
has been occupied by my nemesis.

Satish Verma

You Walk In Dreams

My pleasure to meet
the scorpion. I wanted to see
him, not the result.

Give me sleep for
ever. You must be broken. My response
will be the same. I will hide my pain.

What is the result
of love, if blood stops? Do not
write graffiti on my heart.

Satish Verma

No End Of Sorrow

Pain is pain. You
cannot stop it. Buddha did not believe
in any religion, and he became areligion.

You make yourself, he
said. Love will save you from
the end path of life.

Echoes boom and draw
the annual rings in a massive
fig. Eyes are formed one by one.

Satish Verma