You don't have any Existence

This is not mine, my pain.
Do not give it to me You will never
walk out from the revolt of philosophy.

Will you break the
bread? The blood has stopped
coming. Was my existence was disputable?

This world was formed
for whom? The snakes are
dancing without snake charmer.

Satish Verma

I am a Human Being

For me, what is
left now. I don't know. Religion
makes you weak. I need poetry and a hand.

I am dedicated to my
god in me. I am refused
and I am a prophet.

Who is dead and
who's alive I am studying
the earth. Give me some endless pain.

Satish Verma

Shut the Windows

It will go away
my imagination. I am dead
like stone. Is not the moon crying?

Love will leave you
in darkness. A scream. Don't
plunge me slowly. I have to expire.

I don't hear you.
There is no end. Your name is
being changed. Mirrors are sleeping.

Satish Verma

An Endless Fear

Life has broken you
again. Death is not the solution.
My silence speaks in an Aryan tone.

Give me a glass of
water. I want to see my face in
moving water. A poem laughs from the rim

The space between
theory and philosophy is increasing.
The stuttering has something to say.

Satish Verma

Satish Verma

It looks, it is counting
of me. No celebration. I was
standing, where life ends.

Do not go in water,
where god waits. Are you telling
a lie? I am meeting the evils.

Hard, my pores are bleeding.
There is a struggle to learn the truth.
No intimate pain. I am becoming new.

Satish Verma

Nothing to Change

I don't possess any
thing. You are not real. Only
fake. I am forgetting any truth about you.

I rub my hands.
Wars are factual. Love is
a saga. Anger has no justice.

Climbing on cobwebs
you are finding the way out. Are
you in consciousness to kiss death.

Satish Verma

Give Me Love

I want you to be
killed, O hemlock. Lots of people
will do, for the sake of rebirth.

Life is a game. No
balls. Only knives. Who does not
want to survive. From where the mercy comes?

Words will grow. Answers
will be evaluators, but they disappear.
People stand on the terrace folded hands.

Satish Verma

For my Smoked Eyes

Beyond pain you
will walk to reach the success of
death. Now everything is dying.

Moon was carrying
the bones. We owe lots of debt
to the king of love.

The burnt-out temple
had the god sleeping on the
ashes of the sun between man and beast.

Satish Verma

Death of Light

To live for unborn
thoughts. It is painful in your
philosophy. I won't be ungood for mother.

Unreasoned, I will
not sell the whistles under
the shelter to deliver anxieties.

The maiden will not
know, how to say come
again. Ultimately it was the end.

Satish Verma

When the Shadow Appears

I will not give
you my name. Vulnerable, and
crumbling. In space you expand.

I want to make friends
with Agni. It burns all the spots.
But anger steals the smiles.

You are happy with
limited wealth of words. The
poems take care of legends and songs.

Satish Verma

On My Shoulders

Tonight I have slept
in god's arms. Big and small
two creators are one.

I die daily and am
born daily. Not willing to kill
life, when someone said, God is dead.

All beauty, all love
are alive. All knowledge is not
philosophy, that becomes spiritual.

Satish Verma

What is the Freedom You Want?

Tears were never
criminal. I have opened all the
doors. A biography tells the saga.

How can you swallow
the pain of the heart? A rebirth will
help to live to learn dying.

What was the other
night safe? Departure is not
the solution. Sky was red.

Satish Verma

Noiseless Voices

Give me your figure.
I want to cry. I know your
physique O god, I cannot keep your debt.

This was a point return.
And I was not ready to go. My love
is dead. Where the moon goes?

Kill the pale museums.
I want new life. My feet smell of
lone paths and sharp nails.

Satish Verma

Any Solution?

My pain speaks again.
Where do I get peace without
prefix? My page has many pores.

When a mount weeps,
I am lost in fogs. Will the sun
acknowledge, the light reaches the dark mind?

There was a big space
in the sky. Why did the stars fight to make
new planets? Ah God where do you live?

Satish Verma

I was Deeply Moved

The shade is over.
You have to walk in the sun to meet
Buddha in anchors without knowledge.

Nothing will bring
tragedy, if you tell a lie, there is no god.
Think gravely, he is passing the road and talks.

A cadaver gets up and
talks. We come and go. I will take
rebirth in blue water, though ship is sleeping.

Satish Verma

What is Man?

Beautiful murders.
I have nothing to display, but
sometimes the truth turns to lie.

A melancholy of my
philosophy hurts. I change my
style. I want freedom to choose any path.

Only you want to
intimate with a hemlock to ask
bloody questions about changing the name.

Satish Verma

Between Art and Science

A simple man was
walking on railroad to meet
immortal. I was sitting on a toadstool.

What is death?
Can anybody talk afterwards?
Is it happiness or grieving?

Will you explore why
we are born? Is that unique in water?
Is it necessary to listen to Beethoven?

Satish Verma

I Think, May Not Think

The majic of words.
Future wars. You are walking on
burning coals to invite the moon?

When love disappears,
the pain quivers in two halves
of the house. Somewhere the stars fall.

Can you make one
door to come and go, so that
the route of death and living was the same.

Satish Verma

Therefore I Live

In the middle of
pain, were you sleeping through
the ascending moon.

This was a summer
month. Dreams were cool. No burning
of heart and stones were soldiers.

I do not want to
stop learning more to think that
history has not given. My failure helped.

Satish Verma

The Last Song

On edge stands
the separation of pains. You
are coming to go and I am going to come.

The king of darkness
does not wear a mask. Then why
have you forgotten of black candles?

Overnight the poems
were burning, while years passed by
to know why you kissed the broken mirrors.

Satish Verma

Dear Friend

Paused after the
pain. It was very cheap. Your
end was the future of your past.

Love opens the eyes
by new moons. Heart flies
like a bald eagle to go for a kill.

I walk lonely at
the pathless Dharma. Who
was true and right? A ghost will tell.

Satish Verma

To Sit in Burning Ghats

Are you a judge
of yourself? Will a lonely night asks,
Why will I drink hemlock?

Improving myself
behind the words and molten lava,
an odd embrace of the moon happens.

Where on a barren
path, to share the thorns,
and black cobras, you become a sacrifice?

Satish Verma

My Extreme Love

Let me go to hell,
to find heaven, if satan has been killed.
My steel body melts the poetry.

What fires the poems?
Quintessence. I am sacrificing my
life for unknowns. Peace? Is it possible?

If you come, you
will break. We have to move towards
freedom. Are we not equal?

Satish Verma

Finishing the Shadows

A glitch becomes a
snake. I am standing on the moon
to grieve. Love turns a hummingbird.

A hoax heals you. The
jeweler has become poor after the
night bleeding of melting Himalaya.

Give me flesh. You are
too big O God, but your hands don't
reach me. I am not ruthless you break my bones.

Satish Verma

Floating Pains

You militate, I
share your distancing. Not come
to dream. Give back my roses.

My savings are
disappearing. One by one, I am
dropping the curtains. Talking with walls.

My voice curves.
I called the uncalled. Love
pain was rising. I didn't sing my did.

Satish Verma

My Creativity

For clarity I am
not writing to you of golden
handcuffs. Don't call back the shots.

This was the absolute
truth. I am not god, or angel. I
am not different from others.

Not the holocaust,
to accept the faults of life.
Trying to know myself, my beliefs.

Satish Verma

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