No Prefixing

The fragility, oligo
opens your marrow, and I want to
stand tall under a rainbow.

The real voice is
one, rest are followers. Crossing
the grief is observed. There is no meaning.

What is the time
of cosmos energy? Do you feel
a good start, ready to see the future?

Satish Verma

Give Me Something to Love

I am in the
half love and sin, pain and
ecstacy. Do not scratch on written paper.

You will become
copier, not original in pages of
life. There is difference between turn and burn.

The pure words were
iconic. A piece of flesh gives
second life. I pick names.

Satish Verma

Fabrics of Our Love

With whom I
may talk. My greatest pain
is your love. Reading truth is valid.

Water survives in
fire. Like horses run in air
to have encounters with the arrows.

Passion was my
muse. The meaning becomes
my life. The mystery of love prints the paper.

Satish Verma

Alien was Going Back

As we part, the
love goes by. Age of eyes looks
back. Pain tells me, time is up.

Fog slips. God's
mercy. You can see the back of
the fading outline between the trees.

You can live, live.
Your gaze can go deep in salty
tears. Pluck the brows and kiss in air.

Satish Verma

My Inside is Outside

In the final descent
of understanding, there was no
makeup. Each word enters like a thorn.

I will not invoke
any mercy from the creator. My
sculptor has broken on its own.

Accept the punishment
for speaking the truth and invite the
viper to sleep with me.

Satish Verma