Truth Speaks Lies

I was in trouble, learning
Ars Poetica. I am writing for the beach
where the moon meets the lake.

You would not say, but
be. It is very difficult to write with your
blood on the paper of love.

Not quite a suicide, it was
sacrificing your head, severing with your
own sword, for the mistakes of god.

Satish Verma

Reticence

On the way I was
happy to meet green valley. Your eyes
were sparkling. Words had no meaning.

Who was wounded by
flowers, I ask. Standing under the
cherry blossom, waiting for honey bees.

You are lingering now, in
shying shade, Why love in autumn
morning proposed, let"s do it?

Satish Verma

Difficult To Read The Epic

When fear comes home,
what will I do? A mutant love opens
the door to escort the pain.

A lynx sits on the sill
of the window. My grief marries the blue
mystery of eyes in dead man.

The stones were changing
the colors. Light treks the song of the panheart
of a lover roaming on the moon.

Satish Verma

Sitting On Rainbow

Cannot find you in rain
to talk together. Someone lights the bonfire.
I want to punish myself.

Catching fireflies in the bush.
The hayfever ejects out the bloody words,
putting on hold the meaning.

Absurdity wins. There are
no readouts of true god's version. Now
everyone becomes a god in every lane.

Satish Verma

The City Will Not Sleep

I see you in my arms
when you bloom like the hawthorn,
mayflower after making it to the peak.

You exist because the moon
exists. The tyrant of time will not die
easily. Solitude prints a saga.

A mystic romance flourishes.
The moonlight comes on tiptoes
to kiss the sleeping deity out of the temple.

Satish Verma

After Makeup

While turning the page
I write nothing on blank paper. Invisible
small footprints of tears can be touched.

I print you with nails
on the trail and divide the hope into words.
I love what you were singing.

Inhuman pain occurs
at departure for time being. You say
why the end does not come in meditation.

Satish Verma

You Were Married To Me

Was it a coexistence?
The black holes were merging. Holy
charm. Gods were not worthy.

Unrooted. Land was
hungry. How can you weigh love of the bonfires?
My age was betraying. Yet I stand.

If the sky falls, don’t you
drop the jaws. You enchant me with
abbreviations. You can speak with your mouth shut.

Satish Verma