O Sky you were Right

Walking in a storm.
to forfeit my song. There was
emptiness and heart pain.

Was this a collective
sacrifice? Everything is turned.
No miraculous escape from the end.

Sun was becoming
weak. The war has a special thesis.
Only violence will bring peace.

Satish Verma

Painful Review

Can love be ever noble?
I was death. You throw a stone
in an empty well to test the water.

The cult of constant
pain was a religion. But the ship
will not come into sight.

How much life was
in a dying moon? I am still walking
in a cave full of treasure.

Satish Verma

Coming from Underground

Nothing to say. A
wilting rose was calling you. Hold
my arm in red. Do not hurt my fingers.

The struggle of love
demands action. You have to read
once, the Rosetta Stone.

Everything has an alphabet.
In our breast the wars have a history
of wild love. God does not watch.

Satish Verma

My Consciousness

Make it your friend
your suffering. A dead book will
tell you to survive the lightning.

I am not myself to
know you O god. Remaining forlorn
I pick the sand again to make my home.

I cannot pay your debt
in truth and integrity. A bucket
of blood will be sufficient.

Satish Verma

Naked as Moon

You are not what you were.
You have moved on. You know what is the
the cost of the tear of a rose in the morning?

Some people are very loud.
Some things are not to be said. Certain
things you don't want to hear. Lying lips bleed.


Our journey is long and
may be thugged. No body wants to
sing in the tune of Cobra.

Satish Verma

I Apologize

You are living on
your own, to find me. I was
in between the lines. Was it a misophonia?

To make a temple for
each other to give a farewell. Will give a
relief when the pillars will stand forever?

Who will touch my poverty.
An invisibility gives a resilience
for a love song in reverse undying pain.

Satish Verma

I Will Go Back

The water drinks you
slowly in exile. Your land is thirsty.
I carry my pain behind my heart.

The memory remembers only
the burials. You cannot forget your
image. Time kills the lips.

I am always conscious. Questions
bite. Why you need self-deception? Ultimately
you get your answer in the dust.

Satish Verma