It is not Over

You live in my body
intertwined. When I touch the sun,
our souls start burning.

The dark clouds loom
large. How to carry zero to make us
rich to ripen our life in the flames?

Grief has a big value.
Can you market it in this bleeding
world, when the full moon hangs?

Satish Verma

A Pure Murder

You were too nascent
to understand a hominin. This is
called a reverse evolution.

You reached the pyre to see
the curse prevailing after the massacre
of the other side to become an iridescent star.

No one dies in books.
This was my imagination. You can walk
on my property of love and tears.

Satish Verma

Becoming You

Your kiss was in the air
only. Who stood up to the storm? No
gaffe. There was no art in execution.

Great slips. Given by you
the pain is not mine. I buried my
thoughts near the water bank.

Was there any quantity
of brain? Were you sorting out
death in life? Don't nudge the tears.

Satish Verma

Who had the Inhibition?

You cannot count my
sufferings, when I meet lull in zero
holding the infinity of love.

My tethered poems want
to fly away to fill the void of my
sky. Trivialities tend to stop me.

Reading you I want to
sleep with thorns. Who was not
pitiless and who was brutal?

Satish Verma

Pain to Pain

The wick was forbidden
to burn. Creativity was checked
by manpower for god.

Cleavage was accurate.
The visitors come and go. At sunset
the explicit beauty weeps.

The cheating continues.
Reparation brakes. The bricks
are falling one by one from the temple.

Satish Verma

You Stay for a Stranger

I don't have my home.
Our war was not decisive. My
words would protect you with ripples.

Later on narcissism harbours
pain. You unveil the roofless house.
Black birds would come to drop.

The mirror shows the Acheels
heel. How will you dance when the moon
comes to congratulate your collapse?

Satish Verma

Every Man is a Word

When you forget to
cross the darkness, the moon
declares not to come again.

When your consciousness
leaks, you think separately. In minuscules
the nuance opens the window of pain.

When my love assembles all
the venom in, my lieu of bites, my
colour slowly turns blue.

Satish Verma