Weird Nightmare

Your sadness was sleeping
in my poems. A very scary scene
to wash the wounds of denial.

Never the varicose can
climb the heart, when herons come
back home one by one in white.

You want to lift the
hollow legs to tree birds like
nightingales. It was a validated kill.

Satish Verma

Fixed Words

Why dysphoria in
opportunity? A vicious attack kills
a living stone.

A thief will take
away the shoes of love. It was
a lingo of changing the names.

I will not declare
my belief in naming or being proud
of the legs of a sitting god.

Satish Verma

Why in Love?

Not afraid in
love to carry the burning coals
on palm to ignite the moon.

It sparks the eyes
of the Irish in the dark. The tears return
from the sinking home.

You always need a
weapon to multiply the stars
of nude pains in the heart of the ocean.

Satish Verma

Tell me What is Moon

You fell for a hanging
love of an unknown. Yes and yes
you go for a kiss through the fog.

Lurking in dark, you
chase me to collect the gender of
moon. Second genesis comes on the surface.

So it was congenital,
my pain of sinking in flames of
love. Roses always scented.

Satish Verma

This Road goes Nowhere

This was a pain night.
All the candles have refused to burn
on the weeping path.

Differences with love
of a blind river not meeting the ocean,
and enters into a desert of cacti.

Is it the way to
invite God to make other humans with
not the knowledge of killing?

Satish Verma

Love of Learning

Light makes you poor.
There was a back deal for
a wake up call.

What was the nature
of your violence? Did you need
any philosophy to kill?

What was the beautiful
idea to skin a dead religion
unmade by a god?

Satish Verma

Divorced from Respect

Coming to flawless, you
become blind like Iris searching the
sunflower at night. Was it the end of the moon?

After the light, in
moments of separation, death
salutes the dust to honour the embrace.

O king of the tears, I touch
your rain of red drops. The philosophy
of give and take was dead.

Satish Verma