The Protest Will Continue

Your small words have
big meanings. Death after resurrection.
The dead ducks will not come back.

The scars were becoming
green.Time glares on wet eyes. No
more tears will come from the moon.

The wanderers have no
names. Every house was pulverized. You
want to build a temple without stones.

Satish Verma

Severing off the Thumb

When the sun enters into
a glass of water, I go in the dark to count
the crimes of sky dipping in the ocean.

Bereft in flesh eaters.
the name of the crocodile comes up for
this skin. Are you ready for the jump?

Why do shining stars die
without sparks ? Unthinkable miracles
don't happen. Will you do right thing in wrong time.

Satish Verma

The Half-Dead Moon

You cannot quit my life,
without blood on your hands cleaving
through my poems. Will you take off your skin?

Were your lips as true
as your eyes? As I know you O king,
you have punctuated my song.

Pulverised You said,
there was someone sending wind to
fire. I was burning in the salt lake.

Satish Verma

Untouchable Wounds

After waking up you
found, it was a day less. Spinning faster,
you strike back when a tiny moon moves away.

My whole. Existence had.
no back up. I fight with the sun. Was it
all real? It hurts me so much. Stars swim.

Cooling with gale. Now
a monument crumbles. Let it break.
My god, why did you create the mosaic?

Satish Verma

Searching For Love

Let me demolish the
killer- stance of the crowd. Tell me
something. Everyone was a predator

You were in my every song.
I was etching your name on every tree.
A forester comes and burns the jungle.

What if I ever pick your
footprints or leave my bleeding signs 

on the blue rocks of salt?

Satish Verma

Every Day A Pain

First moonrise after a
replica of sun was targeted to find
the community of warmongers.

A grizzly pain makes its
home in my poems. I will never know
why it happened before the kidnap of light.

You carry darkness into water.
I think, I am thinking of abdication 

from the throne of silence.

Satish Verma

Evergreen

There is no ending
of time. Heart in heart and pain
in pain . Go deep to invite the moon.

My beautiful vista has
been stolen. I will go in infamy.
Only three words make and break you.

You have left sorcery to
become an innocent mortal. We will 

make another castle in the wind.

Satish Verma