The Other World

Between you and me, there
are two worlds and there is a
tyrannical hypocrisy.

Inexcusable. You have
loved me too much. I have to stifle myself.
You will have to be on the road.

You are repairing yourself
for a genocide of overthinking. I had
a revulsion of saying nothing.

Satish Verma

Suffering Rises Again

Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.

Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.

Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.

Satish Verma

Bowls Are Empty

I am developing awareness
of your parted lips. Something was
left to say, your ankles had stopped ringing,

I am not a holder of
candles. Want to stay in the dark to
look at the falling moon on the burning pyre.

Barefoot I walk on the
hot ashes, after the collective suicide
of the utopia, without a war.

Satish Verma

Sleeptalking

The sword hangs. You
will not scream. There was stigma.
No style. I think. Let it go.

What magic. There
was huge money in asylum. Golden
eagle. Comorbidity. Black fungus.

Is it possible to find
human, who lives beyond himself?
Where is the truth? The poem says in me.

Satish Verma

My Knowledge Was Raw

Inevitable. It was a
death waiver. Would you like to
see yourself in the mirror for a roadmap?

Call it quits? Irretrievable?
Truth comes back when we are on fire.
Over your thoughts the tears float.

The pain lives behind
your eyes. Tarantula starts moving
Cuban spider gives a wooly bite.

Satish Verma

Pure As Agni

Unfazed I send my
poem to you. This is my work
of blood to convey the agony of departure.

Between love and resistance
there was a happy pain. I was a rebel
always to lead my art of dying.

It was my destiny to
refuse to surrender. This was
my dream, my night, my fireworks.

Satish Verma

Man Breaks The Man

I didn't ask you for
the surge from the femme fatale.
The prowess of man brings horror.

O moment of pain,
don't go to the moon to end the marriage
of grass with the Himalayas.

My imbalance with agony
brings a solar pull to meet the gods of
oceans. The earth has blocked the rivers.

Satish Verma