To Understand

Perception changes
on face. There was no gender
in it. Moon smiles.

A grating laugh. You
will turn head to observe a
tree crashing on moon.

Disarming you with
words unspoken. Irises
move on trajectories.

Satish Verma

Broken By Waves

Why withering look,
and I will ask the sundew
to snub tentacles.

Noiselessly you step
in my sleep and sit on brows
to count rolling tears.

The wind will start crying
touching the tender buds
you placed on snow.

Satish Verma

Waking One Day

My poem will sleep on―
bewildering at the
honey trap of moon.

A motherless cloud was
reluctant to undo the
kiss on parched lips.

I say, would you be
real thing like the holy earth
ready to surrender?

Satish Verma

That Is Not What Is.

Tell me why were you
hanging out with golden dust
in molten raw pain?

In secular grief,
I pray you to play the flute
like a reed in mud.

I will rise like the
possessed phoenix from the
burning city of reins.

Satish Verma

Becoming Whole

I don't ask. Will go
fighting. The maverick plays
a game of blue hearts.

Not galloping love.
A subdued undercurrent
flows in brown eyes.

Shadow at moonlight
clings to my feet, not to meet
the Karma this night.

Satish Verma

Forgotten Mantra

The lake was calling.
I will go untelling every one
conch shell on the beach.

Morning star moves
away from the stranger, who
brought the silent pain.

A stigma, an ache and
tears, embrace moon sitting,
on weeping Ashoka.

Satish Verma

The Trauma Stuns

Leaving the page blank
for you to paint a brick wall
between you and me.

It worries me of
the return of suicidal thoughts,
when the tide comes.

The dust of hoofs
will bring peace to barn. A lost
buck has come back.

Satish Verma