As you Like

Give me the night vision
under the sandstone and the ravaged candle
White tiger will not come out.

Who points the finger to
sea? The migrant doesn't want a refuge
in fire. Father looks from the sky.

It is hot, it is hot.
Do you need a drink in the
cup of moon ? Tears hang in the green eyes.

Satish Verma

Between You and Me

You are a cannibal.
I will kill you. You call me angel. Pain
licks the wounds. A pilgrim turns back

I fear you. You fear me,
more in twilight of love. Life has no
sliding door dismembering soul.

I was preoccupied with
the murder of the meaning. The temple
still stands at the bank of dark river.

Satish Verma

Scars of Bifurcation

Nostalgia comes back.
Let go of the tears in the river of pain.
And we will sit in the moonglow.

I ask the grief of the
eyes to celebrate the departure of blue.
The psalms are rising in smoke.

Not sure of yourself, you
want to catch the butterflies to forget
the mask to uncover the face.

Satish Verma

Eyes Would not Shut

Exploring the moons
like ghost annotations giveaway
the pain of the swans in distress.

The flesh quivers. The
bones don't feel safe. In crises the
spine offers the chill.

The salt lake refuses
to freeze. The tears still swell to see
integrity of setting sun.

Satish Verma

The Words are Flying

Made of Grass
You have come nearer to me..
The love, the pain, the relationship.

You wear my poems.
I have started to write my tethered
tears. I want to live my life.

I was my own enemy.
The god's revenge. There was always
the stasis. Voices don't move.

Satish Verma

Were you on my Doorstep?

Half-truths bite.
They are chiming bells. Deep blue
my heart asks, are you my fear?

The body drags on
the dust road. It is not going to push me.
Enough pain has made me a rock.

What saves you when
silence speaks? A poem in a bubble
makes several moods of smile.

Satish Verma

Pathless Vision

What do you want, I
ask the god, sitting in a buttercup?
The Hippocampus was shrinking.

My muse turns on.
In sleep my body wakes. The moon
was walking on hills to talk...

Be alert. I warn myself
A celestial body was going to fall
in the lap of an ocean. No ground to stand.

Satish Verma