Like Analogue to Peace

Time has bitten me
to deflect. How far is the ocean?
Death has no image.

I am nowhere. My lord
did it? The day has stopped moving.
One corpse will come above.

How many breads, we
carry to feed those who have no mouth?
The Night was very red.

Satish Verma

It was Evening

Interim a random
love of moon, with a fury of
dawn's innocence. I abandoned the stars.

Chilling grip of fear
amalgamates the blood of Venus.
I watched the assassination of a lantern.

A rose covers your eyes
with scented petals. Would you inhale
my words of opiate? A salt lake dies.

Satish Verma

Saddened Walls

Light and water, who
denied them? The wind says, the body will
tell a tale of hidden beauty.

The pain lingers, when the
pure love shakes. The sun has
not knocked on the door.

The memory hits in
dark. There was a scene of human
fall. I was born originally, No thought of separation.

Satish Verma

When you Start Preparing Truth

Looking at the menace
the maker of life goes into depression.
One day the world would say, its end will not come.

You don't want to wash
your sins. Metaphysics has failed.
The mind discovers new pains.

Blood is too hasty, changes
the veins. The causes are culprits.
It is easy to create delusions.

Satish Verma

Toward the End

I beg to keep on talking
with the dead. How are you, they say.
Some emotions create a soothing effect.

From evening neoclassical
pain starts. The sun apologists and
disappears. You try to see your hands.

Can you look back to
analyse the muse of Buddha times?
Let the requiem shake the listeners.

Satish Verma

Enough was Enough

My human conscience
will not allow me to go for eye for an
eye. Not proper to make a shrine.

Have you learnt to
live? Life is always struggleful. Go
greek. I will not give my pain to you.

You become possessive,
when you are empty handed and you
want now to hang from a mango tree.

Satish Verma

Was it Untruthfulness?

An original love is
like a gold nugget, shines. This discovery
you want the sun's shelter for purity.

Tell me, is it the truth?
Neglecting a fallen man as a
holed tongue creates a story.

I want to see justice.
Science is becoming a god.
Live comfortably, but risk was there.

Satish Verma