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