Painful Beauties

I will touch the body
of your soul. My conscience pricks.
You dived in my poems.

You were my biggest
mate, to become intimate
with flames of forest.

The house burns alone.
Lake feeds the ruined grass.
Horses wait patiently.

Satish Verma

Persecution

I wanted nothing
from you, O prophet
of the holy tomb.
Lie in rest.

The living memory
fails, I look inside the
sepulcher. There were
only dry rosed petals.

At peace in temple of
flagellation. I am catching
blue butterflies.

I go for metaphysics.
Try to deceive myself
and forget the real.

In defining the being,
an angel wants a
pound of flesh.

Nothingness wins.

Satish Verma

Minutes Into Hours

You do not mean, what
you say in dim voice, I
would, what I didn't say.

Light moves abruptly
to kill darkness. I was wounded.
Seeds would germinate?

Half a sun, King moves.
Queen sleeps on the golden bed.
Moon will weep at door.

Satish Verma

Leapfrogging

Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.

Bright planet writes
a poem guiding towards the
truth of wounded time.

Take an old coin, buy
poverty from the hands of god
in weird utopia.

Satish Verma

After Rumi

A secret moon
climbs.
There was a sudden
drop of height.

All along you were
there, inside me―
to hold my tremors.

I will try to recall
a lost call from horizon.

The triangle breaks.
The born, an unborn,
and the maker perish.

Only the designer
will survive.

Satish Verma

On My Self

In windy nights I think,
I think in windy nights, of you―
when the moon looks on.

With otherness I
would wait for you. The being of
my basic instinct.

Come outside of you
unaltered by pure love,
for taking refuge.

Satish Verma

A Poem A Day

I whisper your name,
when breakers crash at shores.
The paper boat sinks.

The hunger was not
a new thing when sun sits,
backyard watching you.

Your smile plays trick.
White pearls sing in moon's ears
to tie golden knot.

Satish Verma