The Loud Silence

Pull a trigger for
a rapture. It is like a snake bite.
There is nothing more than a kill.

The shadow love follows
me without touching. We will not
exist tomorrow. God will not undo the religion.

The bee sting writes the
poem. Tone black head becomes
white. The blood wants to stop flowing.

Satish Verma

You Were a Fire

It was my love
embargo. After separation from you,
the passion went up. There was no other pain.

I decapitated my thumb.
The power soul stops me. The moon
ran rampant. It was dark.

This was a spacewalk.
Like writing death to the sun, who wants
to sit in the lap of Buddha.

Satish Verma

Dry Leaves Start Flying

Was it physical, when
you touched the heart? Why did
you leave something, which is a mystery?

My pain still lives
in the poems after refuting the desolation
of humanity. A crack bellows the fire

I was I am not. I
talk and talk to find the truth of
crying earth. Will it survive after its murder?

Satish Verma

Self-Destruction

When the dark rules,
the religion of the genome starts
evolving. You can donate dead sperms.

Be a vampire. There is
no ethics in becoming mad. Can
you fill in the holes of heart?

I seek new ecopain.
The lineage of ascent has
collapsed. I look into the volcano.

Satish Verma

Why Am I Me?

I will commit the
strength of love in rose buds.
There was an exodus of pain

Loud thinking. Your
future lives in your eyes. Dead
men start walking in haste.

I will refuse me. No
face making. Standing below a
palm tree, you win, and you fall.

Satish Verma

Hamlet Wants to Speak

Sometimes my hands
arrest me at night. I talk to myself to
make me reach the soul.

A poem springs from
the pain of heart. There was no
come-ness. I explore the black panthers.

I read Rumy, Pablo Neruda
and Khalil Gibran. Truth moves from.
one page to another. God shuts the eyes.

Satish Verma

Why Afterword

My ocean of love,
nobody knows from where it starts,
where it ends. It conceived a sun.

Cleopatra, why did
you go? The earthly pain still
comes up to begin the war.

You lift a song at the
door of a stranger to change the world.
But the world has changed you.

Satish Verma