Ingression

After tasting the homemade
poison, the walls,
start moving.
The poppies are in bloom.
I am not interested in morphine
or codeine. A sago palm has
come of age, preparing to
put up the conical sex.
A trust deficit will not know,
the signature of veneer, of
the gender.

Something moves behind the
bushes. I was already afraid
of emptiness. After the violence,
amputations and barrenness.
The desert invades my bones.
Cannot sleep with hands
on my chest. Will you
collect some runners?
I want to raise
the grass for the sake of commanality.

Satish Verma

Frenetically

The nephrite syndrome.
I will not change the―
calculus, to find the truth
of the flesh.

The paid price of chemistry
will make history. If
you can stop the blitz―
of the replicas.

It ends like a fire, without
ashes. The limbs check
the fall. Across the river
an isle erupts.

The prisoner at last escapes,
from the procession of profanities.
You are finally liberated,
releasing the lost poem.

Satish Verma

Head And Torso

Nothing-ness fills me
again. Once visiting a funeral
home, a child asked me,
why do the people die?

How do I explain the dark
side of life? A blunt trauma,
makes me jaded. One collapsing
process creates the black hole.

A nude, the tall figure, stands
on the rock, much venerated,
and you cannot take off the
eyes, deciphering the skin.

In the intense pain of―
learning, a fantasy of
looking out at a ghost deity
in the vegetable, springs a miracle.

Satish Verma

Some Glimpses

Moon rose from
obscurity, once I released
the fury of darkness.

*

Do not want to
repeat; why my song was
stolen by flight of birds.

*

The negativity of
the penknife. Always tearing
away the heart.

Satish Verma

An Opening

I will color
the sky, grieving for the
departed moon.

*

Tossing my words
onto the lake, to bring back
my baby pink.

*

Night I had woven
a gold pattern on the bed.
Memory will know.

Satish Verma

It Never Happened

I was not afraid of legacy
seeking out a collateral
collapse of a fantasy.

Raising the ante―
I was prepared to meet
the unknown in your chest.

What came as a surprise
in a white boat. I will
never know of death.

A pause, a stutter,
sacrificing civility to open
the door of the poor syllables.

The secret will go in―
the grave along with
the famished poet.

Satish Verma

Soliciting

Come to me
like never ending pain.
I will wait till eternity.

*

Wing pierced, like
butterfly amidst cacti,
still trying to reach your lips.

*

I carry the fragrance
of fallen jessimines on grass,
white as the morning snow.

Satish Verma