Bare Truths

When love simmers,
small mistakes will make a big god.
I will not reach your voiceless words.

A beauty pours into the
moon, white blaze to burn the earth.
Listen, I am going to take an oath.

Symbiosis. I feel too
proud to inhale the sky of your eyes
and you suck away my pains.

Satish Verma

Living In A Cave

Sea and metaphores.
You don't need a mirror before the
breakdown and spinning weird moon.

The bitter taste of too
much salt. It glimmers on the tears.
The bitter taste of love dies.

The obsession with psycho
clears the path of real pain.There
was no fear in the heart of the sues.

Satish Verma

In The Middle Of The Road

I am afraid of myself.
The fake truth was very sweet. Sun has
stopped sanitizing.Will you talk to the moon?

Bad luck. I cannot read
the lines on my hands. You were very uncommon.
The sudden flames will burn the road.

Where do you want to go?
I love to guide you in the jungle, where
howling wolves are roaming.

Satish Verma

Impersonal Sorrow

It was impossible.
Construction was unbelievable. You were
walking like the lizard on the wall.

To worship the black
god. Integrity was shamed. Your
response was omitted. Snowfall stops.

The snake catchers are
increasing. Where the venom could go
to insult the knuckles?

Satish Verma

Who Was Stoic?

The invisible crime of
writing a story for an inquisitive
starts a crisis to construct a truth.

What was the difference
between self and lies? You will always
invoke the almighty to interfere.

The human touch will
not wake. The blood on the wall tells
the sad legend of self- destruction.

Satish Verma

Confessional Gist

It triggers a violence-
reciting your name. O unknown
when will you be liberated?

From where the solace
will come? Cannot love painlessly from
the smell of the scented poems?

Suffering is same. You
may come from any path.The queer
reception is for an immortal song.

Satish Verma

The Cobwebs

An abandoned smile on
your face was inviting a hurricane.
What was the logic in the air?

Something was wrong in
earth's rotation. Words are the same
The letters are not changing the place.

Anxiety wears the sparks.
Between you and I the pause was
making space. Poems are searching new home.

Satish Verma