Sun Doesn't Want to Rise

The wreckage of old
hurricane carries the culture of
memorial stop. The water will start rituals.

When do I speak the
truth on point that you go to read
Gita? But why does the mirror crack?

Pain was racial. The
shadow changes the profile. The dead
bones become alive in the rains.

Satish Verma

Slaying Demons

When your faith reveres
a pagoda, I become Buddha, and
I am ready to leave the palace,

Talking to my ancestor
I open the book of flames, when a ghost
lady burns herself alive to pay homage.

If you are truthful, I will
place commas again and again
before making you a goddess.

Satish Verma

My Toast Burns Again

This was the treatment.
You were not interested in giving
the answers, while stepping down in water.

Something falls to tell. It has
brought the recession into our eyes.
Can you see beyond the horizon?

And the excellent result
of selling the death of last truths
making you rich. Why god will never laugh?

Satish Verma

Dead Pains

I will search you in
moonless nights by poem power
to locate your golden words.

Between a thing and thang
thoughts come. The long arms of
adoration do not want to kill unspoken love,

The arrival of the moon cools
the burning questions in my fists.
I will not say why I was red.

Satish Verma

Tomorrow is Mine

Every star wants to become
a Sappho. I sit in the dark to listen to an
intruder. How long you will not sleep?

The savage has no
prudence. You will not bring a smile
on my face. Who was killing a killer?

This was an epic torture.
I will give you a kiss of venom.
There was no death, no living.

Satish Verma

Trauma Every Day

In a ring of fire, you
drink from my hands. Are you happy?
I asked my lover one day.

It is very easy to blame.
I try to make you forget your wounds
Stop the murder of dreams.

Where was the pond of
blood? I want to count the nails
and invite rare amnesia.

Satish Verma

What is Immortality?

After a mortal blow,
the ulnar nerve believes, I don't
exist in your swaying poems.

The silence has a
music of unheard pain Contemporary.
blood has a different color.

Hide the meaning of
human. It deeply moves you. There was
no mood of declaring, god was truth.

Satish Verma