Buddha Weeps

Very difficult to
say, where humanity begins.
I want to crease immediately.

My tranquil pain shivers.
No blood is colorful. The bones have
become green. I do not want to let it know.

My house has been
stolen. Want to go back to Bo
tree. Can we find peace and love?

Satish Verma

Open My Fists

Will you exit the
love of killing yourself? Where are
black boards to tear the white papers.

Where does kindness live?
There are burning coals in your
palm. Why do you want to eat them?

Where are colorless
clouds to rain red? O my friend
everything is turning poison.

Satish Verma

Is It A MANDALA?

I am writing in
sleep a letter to you O God
your lips are not moving.

How far is your house?
My wounds are not healing by
you. My pains are pure.

My tears will become
snowfall. Will that melt you one
day? Why are the flames going between us?

Satish Verma

I Will Not Go

Again we are talking
of burning together. My happiness
demands your iron tears.

I will not call anyone.
Why do sweet dreams blow the smell for
a single love? To increase limitations?

How do the errors return?
Is it religious? o God I will not
teach you. Blue berries laugh.

Satish Verma

Why is the Blood Changed?

Perspective. I
will close my eyes. You will
awake to kiss my hair.

I am going to live.
I am not going to live.
Why love breaks to touch the future.

Will we meet at the
door of judgment, after
the murder of the meaning of poetry?

Satish Verma

Absence of Individuality

I am in absolute
Fringes. The words are crying. How long
I have to go up to the last milestone.

The love, nature and
flowers. My vision was shouting,
where the water is going to swipe fires?

What is the color of
moon to obsess over my poems? Will
that bring peace and you walk on the roses?

Satish Verma

No Audience

Bipolar. Love takes
it on the way. It was unfair.
You have not ended the journey.

Truth begins with
lies. We love each other, and
there was no criticism on the stricken lips.

Do not become again
mathematical. The numbers are
our enemies. Only zero guides.

Satish Verma

We Are Guests

What has happened?
What is it? All the stars are falling.
The death of truth is taking.

In memory of Cleopatra,
the sea is boiling and I am
calling Cassabianca.

My courage is you.
I am muse for everyone. I
write my hands on your body.

Satish Verma

Drink My Hemlock

It is an art to
die, without living. The blood
comes down in eyes.

Which eyes I would
study, and say I want to go.
My world is burning.

One day I will laugh
or be sad. I will pile the
wood and no one dies.

Satish Verma

What Wonder I Do?

When the flowers fall
from a tree on me, I don't understand.
Who am I? Why a question?

Thoughts would not end.
Why were there infinite pains? I
want to think again. Why do I like you?

Collect some dreams
for me. Sometimes the love comes
to return the necklace. A snake flies.

Satish Verma

Why Were You Alive?

What has God
done? Where we have come. Now
the blood is not blood.

What was your sin,
and what was my crime? Why the
moon was black and the sun red.

Why do you kill the
ants when they spoil your
foods. This is my Dharma, what is yours?

Satish Verma

God and Man

To fill in the void,
love was sufficient. But the
pain comes in between.

Tell me how do you
sleep with the moon? A dream
comes and goes to test the spiritual touch.

Tonight the world
has gone gay for making a
painless sorrow of no death.

Satish Verma

Ann Inner Debate

Who is of whom?
Man is falling. Two big feet are
walking on you. How hollow was love?

Give me some light.
It is difficult to cry. My hands,
holding the pen to write, bleed.

Poetry and poverty
are intensely near. Somehow, I
am rich in pain without tears.

Satish Verma

What You Have Done?

I do not know, where the world
is going? It means drifting back to perfection
No school of thoughts.

It is a naked pain.
No existence, minus god, and
individualization. Love is winding up.

No cult is white.
All pilgrims want to escape from
poverty. I am afraid, Blood was in shadow.

Satish Verma

The Greatest Loss

No, I will not go
and come, living in your
eyes O God, men are dying daily.

For you, or for the
sake of becoming ash, after
aversion or antipathy. Would you love a day?

I become lonely
after betrayal or last love. But I would
share your suffering in hope of sunlight.

Satish Verma

Read My Poems

Something is going wrong.
You are not staging human beings,
better than old language.

A part of love has
suffered, becoming impersonal.
The dialogues are sick. Road is full of snakes.

All I feel, can we get
our relationship, like primates
You lift your brains. God is not with us.

Satish Verma

How Do You Do?

You know, why the
tears come out, when the sun
weeps at night and the moon laughs.

No pity and sympathy.
I am a marble stone shining.
You will fall, when I melt.

So simple to love.
This is a poem with a saga
comes to an end without blood.

Satish Verma

Earth is Wise

Pain was tied to
me. Have nothing to will,
to go mad, to become immature.

Is it happiness?
Was it dangerous to go inertia?
Then where is the success?

Death's will was
freedom? Love is my religion.
Wisdom comes from poetry.

Satish Verma

Bloody Tears and Laughter

Are you the same
to stand off against love?
Then what was gay pain?

On your face, I
will always find, underground, the
sadness after the betrayal from a friend.

I have remained
individual to read the walls of
metaphysics in water.

Satish Verma