Just Drop

The soft pain lashes
in a bizarre manner. You
become me and I
become you.

The veil cracks
on your face, to reveal
the contours, like
Saturn without rings.

Just like delphinium,
speaking truth― A hummingbird
dives in your lake
of viola.

Now the world has
changed I smell a Greek
tragedy to say that, we
have suffered too.

Satish Verma

Unreachable

Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up
the duty of fists―
in half-light.

Was your love
primordial? I would ask
myself, accepting the tears
from your red eyes.

I will borrow your
faults. Want to become
human. The defeat in
your hands was rewarding.

The rivals bloom,
without water of eyes.
O daisy, I was run over
by the stamping of clouds.

Give me the speed of light.

Satish Verma

Searching Answers

I was hurt,
I speak.
Out of modesty,
will write the unspoken stance.

Overview is mine
I have not read you
cohesively. Your vacant eyes,
your trembling lips.

To know the truth
of meaningless nuances, to listen
the gain of sea, watching
the length and depth of water.

Moonlight was aging
where the shadows dance,
in circle to trap the sun,
for a noble sacrifice.

Bondinggoes for mortgage.

Satish Verma

Hurricane Lamp

To break free from
existential spin, I will
start a new journey.

Can you walk a poem,
towards unknown, to kiss the
destiny of dying world?

It is adult postmortem
of brain-dead diction,
Why the god failed?

Satish Verma

Suaveness

Spider weaves the
net. You walk in the named―
trap of honesty.

I have stopped
looking at stars, after the
moon bit me in dark.

Who was dying for a
sip of hawthorn today
in the bright sunlight?

Satish Verma

Nostalgic Return

Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as
I left you sleeping?

A creeper grows on
your face to steal the tears.
Why karma had failed?

At least a small kiss
of revival of dreams could
have saved the moon!

Satish Verma

Help Me

Love hours.
When you cover your
face with hands,
light dims.

I enter your interocular
space, to understand the
truth ofdissent.

I am learning
from you about the black
theory. You wanted to―
take titanic steps
in small feet.

Human facts.
I cannot breathe.
You possess the power of
manipulation.

A bird doesn't know.

Satish Verma