Hidden Voices

I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear
the unhearable.

Pink over pink. A
golden drive after the
moon's marriage.

In deep calm, I
dig out the bare gospel
of the unknown god.

Satish Verma

Poem Sublime

The genesis of
incredible, from moon to
moon was unheard.

I was lost in
kneeling bamboos to
cover the sins of sky.

Can your shadow
walk with me to hear quartets
of beethoven?

Satish Verma

You Won't Return

Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond
the resolution.

The mass, volume
in your eyes, measure me.
O god it were you?

Sitter was rising.
Portrait will not complete.
Artist has swept again.

Satish Verma

Beyond Infinity

I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.

Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.

Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.

Satish Verma

Searching Soul

When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled
to touch blue moon.

Sitting near a
sepulcher, I dreamed of
inhuman deaths.

Will my generation
give heart rending tip-off
to this doomed world?

Satish Verma

Playing With Marbles

When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to
see my swollen eyes.

Who takes control
of whom? I was victim of
animal bites.

The path to lake
was open to bohemians,
who always wear blues.

Satish Verma

Golden Leash

It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike.
No weight of sin.

The spirit will not
wear a body if I fail to
die in your hands.

The bridal oath
drops some words to become
winged and fly away.

Satish Verma