07 June, 2023

You are Trembling

It was not a rope.
O venomous reptile, I am not your man.
After a colossal fall, the poem bursts in a flame.

The border sun was very

shy. Something is missing in your eyes.
Animalism prevails. No human love.

A nameless pain speaks.
You want to carry all the pains of
humanity to the laughing Buddha?

Satish Verma

06 June, 2023

I Don't have Anything

Giving your age was
like replication, was a heinous
crime. It is not my largesse.

How are you living?
Did you study it? Death without
pain? Elsewhere who doesn't want a birth?

Wolves are coming again.
The Jungle goes empty of imperialism.
O clouds give me water.

Satish Verma

05 June, 2023

To Become Whole

In paroxysm nothing
appeals. I test the burning home.
Where the pigeons will nest now.

The poetics search
the soothing effect of punishment.
Oh in another case give me Ganges.

Fever comes and goes.
You also survive near the ghats.
I talk only with the absent God.

Satish Verma

04 June, 2023

What does the Line Say?

The salt behaves, enduring
the protagonist. I grab my pains to know
the truth, where the sun is buried.

Love explores the wounds.
Each heart has a saga of giving
away the essence of life.

Two halves want to unite.
Words float in the air, unwritten, unspoken.
Catch them when you are upset.

Satish Verma

03 June, 2023

For the Proud God

Adam and Eve.
What was the magic of these words?
Mayflowers have a secret of divining love.

You go for a new journey.
Via commas and full stops. Under the
moon you drink the venom of love.

Who was connecting the
threads of pain? Making life heavy,
O god your name is fading.

Satish Verma

02 June, 2023

What Do You Mean

When you prick, I
write a poem. I talk to you
even in your absentia.

When I held your hand,
you were not there and you went
on talking about your love for me.

Life has many faces.
Dashes and dots. You run after the moon
and light the candles in line.

Satish Verma

01 June, 2023

Know Thyself

You are complex,
I am easy. Some memories speak.
I started reading Gita again.

There was sorrow in
the suffering of a wild king,
he was tortured. The queen dies in sleep.

Will you preserve
the difference between animal and man
but togetherness wins.

Satish Verma