Beyond the Horizon

The cost of suffering,
you will not tell, O god I look
at sky. You are dangerous.

The kingdom and the
silent moon. I am not in exile. The echo
of voiceless pain asks me to smile.

Do not go into solitude.
The purity of heart gives a lesson.
Your love will not break a mirror.

Satish Verma

Who Will be a Judge?

O guardian pain,
when you sleep-I remember
of a sin to catch fireflies of love.

The listener has no
ears. Understands by eyes. You want
to write with the blood of a weeping god.

Are you a waister of
hungry stories of the werewolves?
The executioner waits for the offender.

Satish Verma

Half-done

How dumb you are to
like another god who was not
even appeared. Gossip of unseen begins.

I commit, die in the
hands of my love. You move a theme
to declare that an immortal was dead.

You don't look at what
you are in the company of believers.
Suddenly the truth becomes a lie.

Satish Verma

What an Evolution?

I am a giver, losing
my memory, further from the truth,
talking like a patriarch.

The virginity of thoughts
is at risk to brace the attack of
honeybees. No intellectual community.

I am asking myself to
make myself a genius A suicidal.
thought is referred to god.

Satish Verma

When Would you Come?

When you wear the skin,
a new renaissance begins. Almost
earth smiles and I thank the sky.

Miles and miles the sun
runs to sweep the dust and burns
the dry trees standing straight.

An infinite row of kisses
waiting for the lake to scream,
since the moon refuses to walk on her chest.

Satish Verma

No Teacher is Present

Conceptual pain of
poverty bleeds. Are you interested
in elimination of the brain?

The poetry was washing
the truth. Dharma cracks. The pain
does not remember the body.

I halt the whisper
of apotheosis. Every man is a god
What you say, god does not.

Satish Verma

Decline of Stings?

To talk about the
bequeaths, on the failures of oracles,
you were praying about the vain awards.

Do you know about the
witchcraft of a fallen ficus tree. There was
a black magic for healing a broken moon.

A temple was demolished
to change the god. Someone laughs from the
woods at night. A bronze body becomes a new god daily.

Satish Verma