JUNCTURE

This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had
gone to you.

Each moment was-
a white death lying in
state on the dirt.

Send some tender
shoots of a poem to
bloom on my anger.

Satish Verma

Unhitching

You come home,
to a genocide of sperms.
A storm was brewing
to implode;
cloning a wooly origami.

What was the philosophy
of living indefinitely?
Silence was the biggest
noise of spoons.

You were not entitled
to inherit the state,
kissing the trophy of a
beggared man.

Detachment with
upholstery might work.
Take a candle and
read the name on the
black wall.

Satish Verma

CRAFT

Meaningless run.
There is no meaning
in your name.

Where are you
heading in the rains; -
to find the snakes?

I believe
in myself. Will you burn the
books one day?

Satish Verma

Reminding

Listen to beats:
of heart, for massacre
unexplained.

In man there was
a mountain. You
climb and trip daily.

You faithful
to yourself only. I am
alien to me.

Satish Verma

GREEN RIVER

The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also
the acidic lips.

Cannot speak the -
language of eyes.
A city of tears.

Sun plays with shadows.
I keep walking towards
the green river.

Satish Verma

Tasting Blood

Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold
blood. Death stalks.

In broad daylight
I watch the green blood
of white bread.

The soul will not
listen the song of life.
Hope, do not go!

Satish Verma

Dreaming

Going nowhere.
Stuck in middle of road.
Bruised castle.

A paradise,
thinking about windows.
Air palace.

Lips to lips in grass,
moon to moon. Roses
jumping on lake.

Satish Verma