Monoliths

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

Satish Verma

Got Little

Now my needs are few.
I think in my mother tongue, that I will
give my broken body a torn note.

In my loneliness I call truth.
Where lies the shrine of an immortal?
After all, death was taking revenge.

On white paper I want
to write the history of demolition of the truth,
so that the sun behaves like a slave.

Satish Verma

No other One

I will die with dignity.
Beauty, you cut me crisply. I
stand on the bank. Shiner swims.

Pinned to flowers like
butterflies for colorful unearthing, when
you are never too old to kill.

I was hit in the garden.
My roses bleed. The moon, my
lover, hesitates to open wounds.

Satish Verma

Poems were Taken Away

The Zen wants to confront
my invisible presence, breaking my
self-restraint. I meet my death daily.

Let not existential fear
tear your confidence. After all the
god sleeps in every house.

What do I want to see?
Muffled cry seeks the body of pain
with immense inner rapture.

Satish Verma

Irretrievable

You make me lighten.
I am going back to the woods.
Life has beaten me in absence.

My eyes belonged to you.
Night descends slowly to check
my life in my poems.

An accident of the lips.
I salute the crystals of no love.
At last I breathe poison.

Satish Verma

Rainbow Poems in Pain

Doing nothing, arranging the
spellings. Why pronouns would chase
the nouns? Will you call the god with a pronoun?

You want to drown the
witches of meanings. Lift the clouds.
An angel will draw a moon.

An apparition like a supernova.
Explodes. You want to drown the words
in your tears falling from your poems.

Satish Verma

Breath to Breath

You are; but one is
also agonized there. I swear the eyes
of love, not to break the knot.

You live in a baby that has
grown into a temple. It is not a lie.
People come to see the stones.

You cannot swim. I look
at you. Your smile was mortal. I will
swallow water to meet you.

Satish Verma