Let's Write Off The Moon

Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
Therewas no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Satish Verma

Dragging My Load

Killing myself
creating a new man, breadth
by breadth without birth.

Ash smeared on your
forehead, you move towards setting
sun. Flames write your message.

On the chest of dead.
There will be no past, no future
in the dust of fallen warriors.

Satish Verma

Conflict Between Desires

I lost my soul.
You should not have left like
a thread from needle.

What could not be done
was to take liberty with alphabet
of life. Why pain comes without words?

Something turns my
past, after anointing young
poems of abdication.

Satish Verma

Thinking In Curves

I want to forget
my gains of deliverance in―
reopening the economy of pain.

My logo was simple
to carry your own cross to prove―
that I can rise from dead.

The numbers hurt.
I cannot touch the awards for
throwing my dreams one by one.

Satish Verma

You Live In Sorrow

Is it futile to count
the tears of falling stars? Things
are slipping from my hands.

At night I talk with moon
and ask what was your game.
Trees look at me.

Lifeless, the sun hides.
It is raining again in poverty.
The words have lost meanings.

Satish Verma

Going Incognito

Don't drink in eye
of storm. Go and sit on
the seat of judgment.

Stars are beginning
to walk again. Tulips want to be
born again without moons.

So sad that I cannot
recall your face and I give
up my name for you.

Satish Verma

Searching The Method

The mirror looks dirty
if you don't wipe out the blood
splattered during assassination.

Oh Godfather, the hourglass
was hypersensitive. Plucks the
time to go in reverse.

The flames become
blue. A humming bird hovers around
to find her old nest.

Satish Verma