INTELLECT

The hurt begins to move 
and meets in a funeral procession. 

For aging fireworks this was the last chance, 
but lake had dried up. 

There was no fall tonight of the moon 
All the stars had gone for a memorial service. 

The candle light vigil begins with a sole survivor. 
The genotypes will multiply. 

The legend had the last breath 
and then walked away in a big whole. 

I were you, to take the revenge 
from the sobbing me who sent the body 
without a soul.

Satish Verma

SMELL OF NOTHING

Driving green fire 
out of melodies. 
It was not make-believe 
not mannerism 
but smell of autopsy. 
A pseudo-elegy starts 
at burial site. 


Frugality of dust 
first decides to go to god 
and then die. 
Race, religion, tribe 
and their foot-soldiers 
had become red 

for lupines. It feels like 
fire of hell. I am drunk 
and I am burning.

Satish Verma

PUZZLING

You toppled the invisible 
burning the unburied buttons 
joining the history of names. 

Will I be able to communicate 
with straw to find out the age 
of the unarrived seeds? 

There is too much violence in 
green blood. The broken tooth 
bled to death of a truth. The 

oratory was becoming a weapon 
to break your mirrors. Will there 
ever be peace to flying guests? 

A service should be rendered 
to the poem who burned like a 
candlelight in the stormy night.

Satish Verma

AMAZING

Among the crania, clouds allowed 
a variation of sky. The hominids 
stood up and started a stride, with 
long steps towards noxious future. 

The cobalt was emitting radiation 
turning you black, melting your bones, 
suppressing the marrow. On the thigh 
climbs the holocaust. 

A child in polythene, O golden god 
you have killed the man by giving him 
the gifts. The sand-pit, I am buried 
alive in it before I understood. 

Of stones, a voice was rising. Do 
we address the deep water disappearing 
fast in the mind? A projectile to 
be worshipped?

Satish Verma

BEAUTY

In the dust storm 
a discarded moon 
sat in my lap. 

Then internal rhythm 
crashed. 
Amorphic I would not find the music 

of words translated into a kiss. 
Gold started weeping 
in my hands. 

The clouds will rest 
after committing a sin, 
of letting out the sun.

Satish Verma

NO RETURN

It was inheritance 
of age 
before the mirrors 
for the language of windows. 

The high rise buildings 
always cast a pall of gloom.earth seems to slide 
and I cannot reach the sky. 

I want to say 
what I did not want to say. 
The lake has gone in a siege 
till infinity. 

Wrap me a sharp knife 
I will cut my tongue today 
to offer to goddess of shame. 
The light has gone away from my heart.

Satish Verma

DENUDING

Wearing a skin 
where flesh had melted 
in blankness. 

The moon was sitting 
on window 
parting the curtains 

The sunset 
accepts the death 
as final verdict 

Small scholars 
will find out the pain 
of molesting. 

Estrogen untamed 
on street 
rises in arches.

Satish Verma