Many Injuries

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

Satish Verma

Consecrating Muse

The big toe
like some ego, breaks the syntax.
You cannot climb the poem.

Time knows,
whom to possess, when the thought
moves out of the mind.

Words were missing
from your teeth. You won't
bite the moon.

Black lips print
a kiss on white forefront, intersecting
past and future.

You learn to
become still in witch hunt
of a lost thread of sacred kill.

Indeed you discover
Yourself, reading the myth of modern
Sisyphus and floating rock.

Satish Verma

Emptiness

What would you like
to wear, when oracle's
prophecy comes true.

Temple of pure love
was coming up, but there
was no deity.

You wouldn't think,
what I was thinking often.
Last night I slapped myself.

The black moon
rattles, after its message
goes into flames.

Can you talk
in piecemeals, surrounded
by smokescreen of words?

A baby nightingale
sings awkwardly. There
were clouds, no rains.

Satish Verma

Disturbances

How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?

Show me the spirit
once. The streak,
the clouds.

I will leave my
footprints in rose-garden
for you to follow my scent.

Neighborhood of
stilts. I wanted to stand
erect in marshes.

The time shrinks,
when you grow old. Years
come and go with generosity.

Take off the frame
of your mind. I wanted
to read your last wish.

Satish Verma

Fighting One Another

What was your dharma
while sharing an occult?
A weird thought flees
from the landslide of eyes
to find an alter ego.

Half home was not
needed. A blue lake freezes.
I will never ask you to come back.
Let the sun melt all the dreams.

The littered words
start anarchy. You cannot
pick the vague meanings of
wild verbalism. Moon sinks
in sea to lick the wounds.

I feel a presence.
Jessamine's smile.
A bright planet was going to
take birth. Nobody wants
to be left behind. I take the pen.

Satish Verma

Mode Of Slaughtering

Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line―
not to become carnivore.

The gorge was deep.
I turn cold. The echo of
silence boomed in fatherless
seeds of mercy.

I will warn myself,
and ask why was there transcendence,
when the impulse was
to hang?

Thinking of truth
was difficult. Your footsoles
develop blisters. No home
was in sight.

Accepting the challenge
you start searching the
temples where deities were
dismembered.

Satish Verma

To Know Not To Know

Keep the passion
to reach the moon.

One day the unspeaking
tongue will reveal―

the heart of the terminally
ill earth.

How often you create
new verbs between death
and birth of democracy.

Two sides of a coin. You
take turn to kiss the hands
of benevolent god.

The missed heartbeats
will search the language
of anonymous.

Why do you want to
go unsung?

Satish Verma

From The Ancient Lips

Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me
about the octopuses
and aliens?

There were two
offshoots of pain. One comes
from the sea and
other from damp eyes.

We always think
of salt and fidelity to
describe the characters of
disintegrating man.

I am very restless
to understand me, when
you speak of the future
of space between black
and white.

Will you ever drink
hemlock with me participating
in yagna of human beliefs?

Satish Verma

Being The Untruth

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal
in my courtyard to
ignite me.

A splitting image
to prove that the ontogeny
will not repeat the history.

Sun tilts to spite
the magic of rainbow
in the eyes of Ovid.

This was the moment
of love between gun and
the bleeding poems.

Perhaps the exiled
poet's error becomes a sage
to spread the incense of erotica.

The vampire opens
the wings to go for benign bites.

Satish Verma

Being The Untruth

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal
in my courtyard to
ignite me.

A splitting image
to prove that the ontogeny
will not repeat the history.

Sun tilts to spite
the magic of rainbow
in the eyes of Ovid.

This was the moment
of love between gun and
the bleeding poems.

Perhaps the exiled
poet's error becomes a sage
to spread the incense of erotica.

The vampire opens
the wings to go for benign bites.

Satish Verma

I Want Bliss

I don't want to
be a winner. My words
are bleeding.

A dangerous god
manipulates the universe.
Everything will come to dust
and ice.

What does the silence
say? You need to erect a
god's temple on funeral ground?

Donate your blood
for heaven's sake. The
oceans are boiling.

Such wisdom of
no use? Stop thinking to
invade the stars.

Perhaps the burning days
will forgive us.

Satish Verma

Not Being With Self

A danger looms
large, permeating in
eyes, arms and legs.

This was an
ethnic divide of the body
for different hurts.

My voice doesn't
reach you. Still I was
calling you from thick fog.

Some galaxies are
half-eyed. Come follow me,
I will show you a burning comet
with a heart of ice.

Dust takes revenge.
One day burning glass
will ask the price of living.

I knew you will
attack from within to
become a ghost.

How much less
I knew?

Satish Verma

From Comfort To Pain

From within, a
fawned virtue follows
the breath, I spell
your name.

The cymosed
surrender at the feet
of a tall god was disgrace.
I will know the incoming stranger.

Spotless in dark,
your words breed. There
was something mysterious
displaying the grains in daylight.

I will count the golden
rings, in your pink eyes
becoming a ghost.

A wrong step in a
right moment, you become
a prisoner of a cell, with
no key.

From the ending
a new race begins.

Satish Verma

Exiting Fog

Water has no feet.

With cupped hands,
I will pick up
the crying baby.

When stars
go to sleep, I hear you
in dark, wandering
like amusk deer.

In a book
I will keep your eyes.
When you cradle in
Selene's arms, my thoughts
will catch a poem.

Once your mind
was not occupied with
my image, a fly of poison
bit me.

I was never the same again.

Satish Verma

Goodbye Moon

No time was left
to call you to bring in
black rose to ward off
the ill omen.
Garden was burning.

Between the dense
smoke and golden flames,
blood moon was disappearing
like brisk pain.
Nothing matters now.

I had kissed your
hand only once, before
the door was shut. The
lips would count the poems
we didn't share.

Clouds come, clouds
go. The story ends
of rags to riches. The riches
of knives become blunt.
The Beekeeper was dead.

Satish Verma

Levy Increased

The footman was
unseen. I assume, the
new democracy comes
into being.

A steady stream
of thoughts, spread wordlessly.
You feel only the plodding.

The river knows
the integrity of banks. They
won't cave in dry spell.

The rainbow digs in.
There were no arrows
to shoot down the moon.

Time will teach you.
You can't hold on
the realization alone. It
was late to pull back the strings.

Trying to become you.
Nonplussed, still wanting
me to hold on.

Satish Verma

Without Claws

When the hurting
fails to speak, tribalism wins,
without a shine.

When I hold your
hand, you wanted to know
the ethics of our sins.

Then you bend in dream
like the circinate frond
or maidenhair, to kiss
my bleeding toes.

For you someone
would be falling apart. Take care
of him to the death of night.

The body will meet
the dust one day, to understand
life and come back to
unload the virtues.

Not you, not me
we all are superficial.

Satish Verma

Splinters Of Ice

Do not punish yourself
devastatingly;
as long as I am not
turned into stone.

The display must
not be invoked. Go gingerly
in the lake of two wills.

Grief should not be
grey. In wilderness you
will find the support
of thick-lipped ghosts.

Pithy muscles
back the yellow rocks enigma.
Moon always comes to sleep
in the arms of blue sky.

Not the pathfinder,
I would become your path.
Let the celebrations begin.

Satish Verma

There Was Only One Love

The future looks like
an asylum. Incarcerated,
the muscular planet
will breach the trust.

How will you receive
the guest at the door if
there was no light?

This was not my
hour. Confessor was not
ready to bring out
the knife.

Venus flytrap
with hinged jaws waits
to catch the landing victim.
Where was the moon?

Tasting life as
an archeologist, picking
the ruins slowly,
slowly.

Satish Verma

Benign Guilts

Will you maintain
fidelity in a time of war,
when the stars were burning?

Extravagantly, I paint
the moon blue
on your pale face.

Unspeakable was
the terror. You never had
the nightmare to
frighten the sculptor.

The race will never
end. Nobody wants to
be defeated by a savior
in the province of clovers.

Who would forget the black rock,
from where we
jumped onto the flames?

Satish Verma

Asking For Validation

Playing the double life,
coming apart at―
the seems.

I was thinking aloud the death of a
supernova, and here
an araucaria burns out.

Hands unknown,
someone mixes the cards
of your fortuity, and you
become very rich.

You couldn't carry
your happiness and crashed
on stairs, like embedded
in quicksand.

I regard this a
slaughter in broad daylight.
Sun was pierced by a
blistering eye.

Satish Verma

Your Generosity

The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns.

My language does't
speak. My agony will describe
the authentic death.

It is a long prose.
One eye sticks out from
the socket to read clearly.

The see-through veil
leaks the story, which can't
be taken to the beautiful
end.

First you grill the
moon, then ask for the
slanted answer. Love takes
off the makeup.

How long the poems
will cry?

Satish Verma

Encased In Amber

I always walk
a thinking moon. One day
I will ask him how to release
the destiny encased
in amber of your eyes.

One day you should
paint me blue, when the
sun sets on the lake for
a final dip.

My grey skin
melts in your hands to
interpret the viscosity of
trembling heart.

Don't give any
testimony against the unseen
murder of a golden deer
drinking water from
your cupped hands.

Satish Verma

Touching Bottom

I refuse to underrate
the fog, its arithmetic,
bleaching the dark
words in twilight.

Indelible memory.
You don't behave yourself
writing furiously the names
of god in air.

Song was tongueless.
You could hear the nuances
of cords in rhythm.
Without listening you go
into bliss.

The blue rocks. Black birds
come in groups to commit
shared suicide on the
burning earth.

Satish Verma

Perception Failed

Don't give words to
thoughts. Terror begins.

Your painful past turns to future,
of live skeletons.
What life will give to me,
when I am getting
ready for long journey?

Collecting peacock
blue to write your name
on the trunks.

Moon nods,
I ask for a favour to
make me sleep in moonless night.

The silence speaks
in humility. Nothing was left
to have a meaning.

From the temple deity
disappears.

Satish Verma

Turn Me Over

Not afraid of any
wrath, I was quiet at the
end of beginning to hold on.

Won't squeeze,
if you bring me to flames
to track the grace of
a dying sun.

Inappropriate―
a queer look of the moon, when
the eyes were dead and
lips were moving.

Venus explodes
in the spirit of eternal star.
There was no philosophy of
daring fire. It was very cool.

The queen cobra
raises its hood to strike
the milky way for
raising the lust.

Satish Verma

Pride Fall

The yellow rose
looks like having the same
genome as that of you.

Bending like a stem
of weeping willow.

I will leave
before dawn, when the Venus
prepares to become
Joan of Arc.

The fog sits in
your eyes. A blue veil
covers the contours of
flickering tears.

At the window
the moon waits for
final call of sun to leave
the dominion of light.

A bulge wants to leave
the shadows of broken walls.

Satish Verma

The Cobra Kiss

Dying inside, every
day, inch by inch, to save
the silent lips.

Only the moon will see
the weird verbalism of
a narrative.

We are the gypsies,
restless, homeless― traveling
in the shadows of stars.

The act was
suicidal. You were always
talking to wind that
would never listen.

Trick of game
was frivolous. You would
sleep in moonlight alone.

The gossips morphed.
You were an angel without
wings, wandering on hills
crying.

Satish Verma

Arctic Tears

Would you become
my plaque one day?
Unknowingly, unspoken?

Blue poppies will come
without footfalls and kiss
the dust of memory lane.

We will cry together,
unopening the lesions,
between the flesh and bones.

The essence drips in―
the flask, drop by drop.
Reading the urns of pain,
to be buried alive.

The search of other
moons will not start till
the spell of unknown
deity breaks.

The migration ends.
Blackbirds were coming home.

Satish Verma

Synaesthesia

Amygdala gives you
space. Rage implodes.
Hottest day gives a blast.

Burn, burn, O leaky
night. You suck the moon
with dust. Language
slips.

How will you invite
rains, without nightingale,
who had left for a
quantum revenge?

Visuals haunt. Ash
will fly. An old touch comes
back. Everything looks blue.

I start collecting old coins.

Satish Verma

Afraid Of Suffering

Feeding the mouth
of fire with tribal love.
My contextual wait―
for the pledge begins.

You come as an
accused, wearing the
veil of moon to explain―
the vanishing act.

The purple nails
scratch the scented skin
to bring out the red,
flowing love.

If you become
beautiful in praise of
moment, I will bring
the burning moth.

The vicious bell rings again.

Satish Verma

Listen

Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet
in the dominion of words.

Wade the cool waters.
Your concepts become clear
I will give you a call from the boat
in deep sea.

Ah, this was embryonic
pain to bear the rape of truth.
This poverty's debt will
never be paid back.

Too far, the horizon
sinks in the arms of moon.
The condensed tears will―
read their own story.

The contours of broken
life will change.

Satish Verma

The Eternal Itch

One eyed closed
I would never know you.
Tormented― you have
to come out of your skin.

Time-lapses backward.
I draw the boundary
on sands to invite the invisible.
I know you would never come.

I shake hands with moon
in green valley of begonias.
There is no roof, no sky.
Only colored foliage of dreams.

Like deaf and dumb weavers
singing an autumn song.
Cuckoo will sing no more.
Tapestry was badly ruined.

Do butterflies laugh?

Satish Verma

Stretching The Wrinkles

To get a feel of
love for the jinx, unwrapping
the gift of dying.

I will not touch you, but
will catch your voice
and stop aging.

Come anonymously at
dusk and light the moon.
I will wait for you in dark.

Who was the criminal
in giving away the skin
of black moments?

One day behind the moon,
I will meet you
somewhere in storm.

At the centre
of gravity lies the ignominy
of black hole. Come and
let's make new stars.

Satish Verma

Hold Your Breath

Something was always
missing. I wouldn't
recognize me.

In my quietism,
I dig out the words, that
would give me otherness.

The ocean accepts
the martyrs of woody frames.
Fuel was not sufficient
to burn them.

Moon sizzles in
black fumes. Pure cotton
was needed to make wicks.
There will be a night vigil.

Where the crowd assembles.
I will present the thoughts
of a wandering soul
of unknown prophet.

Satish Verma

Subtractive Pains

Today you are a king
in sunlight, stalking the moon
in rainy dark night.

*

Staying innocent―
in pursuit of happiness,
living with wolves, beasts.

*

Celebrating
dawn, before sun rises to
melt down your dreams.

Satish Verma

Half Sinned

We will talk about
life and death, standing on
the track in dark.

*

Do not reach anywhere
untouching spots on hands
where sparks kindle.

*

Do you want to wash
out your sins, kissing the
black rocks of moon?

Satish Verma

Black Dreams

Authentically
open your palm for me to
print my signature.

*

You look straight
through me to find a mirror
reflecting moon.

*

The thoughts don't
die, playing a game with
a second suicide.

Satish Verma

End Of Beginning

The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.

*

Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.

*

Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.

Satish Verma

Entirely Virtuous

How we had started
hiding from each other, your
green lies and my dark truths.

*

Moon had crossed my
path when sea was boiling and
you― searching a boat.

*

Who saves the tears,
when there was cloudburst, in
last leg of journey.

Satish Verma

In Self-Being

Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.

*

Can you devour the―
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying―
every one in cold?

*

The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.

Satish Verma

Youought To Know

Do you want to say
few words before the night
falls on silent credos?

*

Space was shrinking.
We can't breath in gory demo.
Back to back you want.

*

For moonrise in red
sky. There were shadows under
the weeping willows.

Satish Verma

On Other Moons

Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line
on your forehead.

*

One-eyed moon
leaves the body, takes a
dip in holy lake.

*

A miracle was diva.
Your eyes. There was a big
tug of war today.

Satish Verma

Bed Of Stings

Unconsciously―
you take on the impossible.
What is left, was yours.

*

Creed suffers. Pen wins.
Religion buys a new god.
You won't remember.

*

Bring the semi-truths,
lies bloom, among the converts.
Who was the original?

Satish Verma

No One Cares

The dark side of moon
simmers. There was an outbreak
of romance on planet.

*

Ah, the senile edge of
twilight! Which way the light will go
to shine dry humor?

*

Shall we change ourselves
in dim hope of rebirthing
of our ancient gods?

Satish Verma

Asking For Pardon

Invite the hemlock.
In my end, you begin to climb.
Not political.

*

You let out gossips
for me to sort out pebbles
to prove narcissism.

*

Let the waves come. I
will stay at the bay to watch
the sea to go on fire.

Satish Verma

Venomous Bites

Pain on pain, how to
teach your being, when you curl
like a still reptile.

*

Won't be able to feel
you in moonlight, when it was
snowing pin drop.

*

You stay with me like
a strawberry mark. I will try,
write a name there on.

Satish Verma

Mission Aborted

Walking in sleep at
night with large steps like a
colossus on earth.

*

Measuring the planet
to find shelter for unbearable pain
of suffering souls.

*

Some chaste efforts
will take you to a deep hole
to displace the satan.

Satish Verma

Listening To Sky

Keeping the end at bay,
spurning advances in dark,
going for a witch-hunt.

*

For the truth. The man and
the beast were one. You will not cry
for the sake of progeny.

*

The swift fall of pen
breaks the barriers. There was no
one to read the scriptures.

Satish Verma

God Was Helpless

Perpetual war
with smoking candles and blue
darkness in eyes.

*

Paper boats floating
on tears to show the white flag
to foes for surrender.

*

Ash on the palm leaves,
and blood stains on cooing doves,
tell the house still burns.

Satish Verma

In Numbed Mind

The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.

*

I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.

*

Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.

Satish Verma

Creator's Dilemma

You had lost yourself.
It will need some courage to kill
the future, first moon.

*

The theater seals the fate
of brave and fragile to sail
to the home for exiled.

*

It takes your whole
life to clear the cobwebs of hate
from the closed eyes.

Satish Verma

Between Real And Unreal

Adopt mannequins,
like aliens in frozen state―
for whispered crime.

*

Howling encircles
a saint in meditation. Where
did you hide your muse?

*

I will ask Rilke to
come back and to write new note
messaging to god.

Satish Verma

The Prophet

A brief encounter with
an octopus, climbing in the
bed, to wrap around―

*

a brown rock. A strange―
allegory for a fallen king.
An alien of far world?

*

There was no sound.
The message moves through the covers
to open a third eye.

Satish Verma

Sounds Of Silence

In my weakness to
live to the edge of no return,
tears will make a shrine.

*

Uncensored my
poem will speak for the restrain of
underscored facts.

*

Punctuations give
you pause, before you enter
the tender skin.

Satish Verma

Philosophy Of Love

Looks like ordinary
eyes. You break me again when
blue lake dries up.

*

A flyover runs fast
to catch the man in haste, going
for a pilgrimage.

*

Account must be cleared
before you sell future into
the penniless fakir.

Satish Verma

An Awareness

You wanted to vend
the dignity of pain, crazed
by moon. Stars won't tell truth.


*

What was your religion.
I ask the ocean of grief. You
will talk of man's fall.

*

Faith flickers like candle
in wind. One day I collect
some footprints of light.

Satish Verma

I Will Embrace

What happened in
ritual abetment, you will
never know in dark.

*

One has to severe
off one's head to see clearly
the object of suicide.

*

The calligraphy on wall
gives a romantic relationship
between life and death.

Satish Verma

Questions Won't End

First lilacs and now
morning glory, remind me of
your opening eyes.

*

Where blue birds have
gone, wrecking glorious nest
in search of lightning?

*

Mirage was beautiful.
You were taking a bath by
moonlight in the lake.

Satish Verma

Strange Legacy

A landless moment
in a bizarre dream at night.
You run without toes.

*

Wrath of innocence,
doesn't want to hear thunderstorm
hiding behind tears.

*

This was your red face.
The shadow trembling in eyes
between voiceless words.

Satish Verma

Way Back

You had made a hole
in intriguing wall, of chaste
value, of wrong surrender.

*

The thieves will come back
to pick up the loose threads
for wearing tapestry.

*

The beautiful song
always ends into oblique
reference to gender.

Satish Verma

Baby Steps

Time may defeat time
when you start moving in dark
tunnel against the light.

*

Before you change your
mind, you got me trapped to
sing night after night.

*

At sun's untimely
death, the stake burns nervously.
You were not in sight.

Satish Verma

Smokeless Incense

Sometime in wordless
prayer, a moon was trapped,
Eerily the neck breaks.

*

Everyday you were
moving away like sun from
all my being exiled.

*

You don't say goodbye.
Seared, I will hear the hissing
sound of blue flames.

Satish Verma

Fear And Love

Way beyond I will
come, to accept a farewell
invite, being mortal.

*

To honor god we love
fire, like molten lava shooting
out from earth's mouth.

*

Tiny drops of frozen
tears on check. The bruised time
bribes all corrupts.

Satish Verma

Painless Green

The flame eaters will
follow you. You want to bring
back inquisition.

*

Ashes in hand, and
your pride, you climb in dark.
I would meet satans.

*

The fish smells the man.
What was honesty? Dead pan― he
wants to return to sea.

Satish Verma

Bold Sentences

The migratory ache,
one day for you, one day for
me, or lunar storm.

*

The realm takes shape
of impossible metaphysics,
I shall leave your arm.

*

I want to become
what I was in wind, water
and flame. Hold my words.

Satish Verma

Being In God

Skin-hot, I will bake
my words to impress your unique
martyrdom― sans blood drops.

*

The apple on tree laughs.
It is not going to fall down―
in this Omniverse.

*

You conceive a
baby god in your mind to know
the eternal truths.

Satish Verma

A Squall Roars

I don't want to take
my words bad. Where do I keep
them in burning house?

*

It simmers, the sandy path
to bury you alive in hot truths.
No end of beginning.

*

Who does fall, which
has no height? Moonlight spreads
on hot lava of tears.

Satish Verma

Beseechingly

Do not live like dead.
The minarets were trembling
without a dust storm.

*

Will the man change one day?
Your fair skin turns brown in sun
after burning the book.

*

Stars move sometimes
to understand the weird landscape
of the squirming earth.

Satish Verma

All By Myself

Leaving a trail for
the game of kill in watery eyes
for sane surrender.

*

That was a fake turn,
when you slipped from the edge
of enduring pain.

*

Like first raindrops,
I was going to wet your brows
to write my hurt poem.

Satish Verma

Hiding Truth

In inner conflict,
wearing snakeskin, to make
a very sacred kill.

*

What a sinful dream,
in moonless night, when rain stops.
I will find you then.

*

Don't follow the stars.
They will mesmerize you to
love the beautiful lies.

Satish Verma

I Wanted You

In deep pit of thoughts,
where even light does not reach.
Step by step I will drown.

*

You shall never hate
viola, blue recluse in storm,
even once for grief.

*

Speaking without words
you reach my ears with quotes.
I am erasing mu ego.

Satish Verma

Paying Obeisance

In a wink, the moon
leaps for a journey to self.
I will severe my thumb.

*

To smear on your bright
forehead. Oh god your crisp
wisdom has failed.

*

The community of words
becomes dirty. The beauty gone lost,
nobody wears a mask.

Satish Verma

In Solitude

In every moment
my weakness will hang. Who wants to
become a prophet.

*

Come in my vision
to pine for the eternal bliss
of waning pink moon.

*

Can you walk with wind?
In summer night to talk with
humming fireflies?

Satish Verma

Allusive Pain

Blood has one color.
No face. Was always virgin.
Has no other name.

*

I cannot find any
nativity of violence in
breaking novice heart.

*

You in disarray,
will not find the path of
death's spin. Truth will pay.

Satish Verma

How Far We Are

Poisoned to live
like a corpse flower, on the
singed, black earth.

*

The gratitude was
scarce. Can't see your image in
undulating water.

*

With grey ashes spewn,
you invoke the blind hunter
to heal the blue toes.

Satish Verma

Rising Dilemma

Lakeviewing was a
silent affair between two.
One of us will drown.

*

How will you care for
me, if you were allowed―
to die in rapture?

*

The boatman failed
to sight the land. A fireball
descends to knife sea.

Satish Verma

Illicit Games

Will you cheat me one
day by your sinful hands, I
ask the city in bloom?

*

You can call full moon
after amputating my legs,
so that I don't run.

*

It was not tragic
ending, when we pretend to
find a pink tiger.

Satish Verma

Something Unheard

Testing the wind of
erotics on moons. I was
still stitching my wounds.

*

The strange longings,
surge towards waning ego
to grab intimate.

*

The mentor grieves
after the parting of pink lips.
Words would never come.

Satish Verma

Curved Daggers

Hugging a tempest
after forgiving the sun,
that went to burn moon.

*

I scramble on the bridge
to watch the flow of blue bones,
from one smile to other.

*

The panther returns
home to turn human again.
There was no blood name.

Satish Verma

Your Silver Brooch

Listening to a grief,
I look at your lips, where
the words sit trembling.

*

Teach me to commit
a sin in return for gifts.
Land wouldn't divide sea.

*

Thirst meets the desert
at the edge of night, where
sun was arrested.

Satish Verma

Without Elegy

In low spirits, moon
fiddles with dark clouds, sometimes
walks away moodily.

*

Fear follows you in
sun-bathed field, like a ghost,
where marigold lives.

*

Death doesn't recognize
the angel wounded in grass
by peacock's feather.

Satish Verma

Not Seeing Together

Will not sleep tonight.
Someone may do hara-kiri,
by the waning moon.

*

Awareness may
kiss the sun to open the
eyes of blind soul.

*

An innocent― yes
hurts, to accept the verdict
of apocalypse.

Satish Verma

Crisscrossing

Impaired listening.
Maybe you don't want to hear
the distant drums.


*

You try to quit the
rank of decapitated,
for sake of scapegoat.

*

You would never talk,
witnessing silent wave of
suicidal era.

Satish Verma

Disquietingly

A thirst for seeing―
you again in sleep, dreaming
of sacred altar.

*

Making sacrifice
of all your proceeds of pen
and burn black roses.

*

Dazzled, the life was
jealous of you, walking among
jewels of fallen.

Satish Verma

Amphibians

Sometimes you want
to drink monkshood, dust to dust―
ashes to ashes.

*

Creditability in half-moon
fails. There was fierce battle
for new algorithm.

*

I wanted to know,
who you are in the jungle
of beautiful newts.

Satish Verma

Silent Dreams

Condemned to look
at the moon without blinking.
You cannot cry once.

*

Never wanted to
become a stranger, sucked in
by the weeping cherry.

*

The face-lift won't work.
Wrinkles were very deep on
heart. Start a melody.

Satish Verma

Primal Recitation

You failed yourself,
when I was done with the depth
of the sea for truth.

*

You were not being in―
hurricane, when doorkeeper slept,
without any bearing.

*

The life betrays to
everyone. You stand erect
when the blue rains come.

Satish Verma

Let Me Go

You walk in flames,
to reach the moon, biting lips.
I would love the win.

*

The wolf night starts
howling, till the coming of
the dawn's ceremony.

*

You stand at the brink
of hurts, when you feel a guilt
layer by layer.

Satish Verma

Parentheses Fails

There was nothing to
do, except moon gazing, by
us, shades apart.

*

The words drink tears
and dreams had a satanic touch.
Curse within a curse.

*

The sands of time slip.
Past inspires the present,
of unholy future.

Satish Verma

Boundaries

The city breaks me,
when you try to bury memory
in the feral woods.

*

Pains shall not buy
the tears as an evidence
of endless slaying.

*

There was no time
to halt between life and death.
Someone pulls the string.

Satish Verma

Feeling The Terror

You want more charity
from poor, collecting moon seeds
to brighten black walls.

*

My eyes become
lakes, you would walk in moon, when
monologue ends.

*

Why dip your fingers
in blood of sacred book
and drawing two wings?

Satish Verma

Between You And Me

Who goes haywire?
You make me to break again,
I break you to make.

*

Latch on to a poem
and you become yourself a
warm heartfelt song.

*

The saddened thought
was a omniscient truth,
between you and me.

Satish Verma

Black Ecstasy

From the other you
comes a rapture of flame,
with blueberries.

*

The depth was in the
smoke, arising from burning
nest of nightingale.

*

At surface we meet,
divide the moments of lilies,
and then fly away.

Satish Verma

Shall We Bifurcate...?

The power of the
face of a diamond, sedates
the unknown. You smile.

*

The spoken word had
no relevance. You wanted
the writing on lips.

*

How far you can swim
in the shallow water when
alligator dies?

Satish Verma

Godly Interest

To recall a memory
at sundown will be painful.
Moon doesn't agree.

*

I assemble the words,
to tell the truth of blood―
on your trembling hands.

*

What was invisible,
would be known to unknown.
You remain silent.

Satish Verma

Small Things

Moon sleepwalks,
crashes head on the palms.
Hurls silver coins.


*

To respect you, I
will meet you here and there.
Will that do in dark?

*

Looking out at the
twilight, I would think of you,
in time, space and void.

Satish Verma

New Bidding

Your calculus goes
wrong. Stones are melting
in cool moonlight.

*

Nightingales are
exiled, at the pretext of
saving the sanity.

*

In ending, I will
begin my journey to find
the eternity.

Satish Verma

Take The Hemlock

A nagging pain,
speaks wordlessly in the ears
of moon for a kiss.

*

Old-time will not
come back to pick again
peacock's tail eyes.

*

What was nothingness
if you get the exile
in the hands of deity?

Satish Verma

Loneliness

In valley of moons
I stood alone to search you,
when daggers came out.

*

All night in garden
I was following a lost moon
between dozing palms.

*

Will you wake me up
after the chilling encounter
with a screaming poem?

Satish Verma

My Respects

The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.

*

Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.

*

Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.

Satish Verma

Wordless Pains

Like a wound-bleed,
the glacier falls in lonely
sea. A river ages inside you,
collapsing in despairing loss.

It was not true, that
you live an impossible life.
On water you may not
leave the footprints.

Beyond human tragedy,
a knife falls on the gospels.
Stunned at the edge
of tears, I tremble.

Adieu to Arcadia.
Dust demands the price for
red clover. A dark cloud envelops
the kind hills holding
the sun.

It casts a spell.
A rock licks the moon.

Satish Verma

Charting Your Destiny

In solemn consciousness,
I wanted to know, why
the shroud was white―
after the abandonment?

Peace or was it a surrender?
Is it the passive victory?
Are we betraying ourselves
in the reign of violence?

Reviving the cult of
collective suicides, I will
take more sins, wearing
the feather-crown.

Going for a black
hole from abattoir, still
dazed, I am leaving all
the question marks on your chest.

Do you know how
to tell the doomed fall?

Satish Verma

Profundity

If time moves,
the spark will remain live
in space between the eyes.

You were a concept
what didn't fit for you.

We say it casually―
the ghostly pouncer
was a blight.

How the appetite to live
gracefully was, becoming stronger?
But the eye contact was waning.

You look back at
your footprints. Where they
had taken a wrong turn?

The triangle refuse
to play chess. Nobody was
taller than dice.

Inch by inch I
followed you, when I
grabbed at you it was a cloud.

Satish Verma

Eyes Become Stones

When you become
a question, I had
no answer.

Lingering in secret
alleys, I turn to
fragile defence.
And a bird is shot down.

There was no time
to hold the time of arrived, for you
to come late to join
the festival of home coming.

You were me, once
upon a time. No I don't change
the game, when the gun
was pointed at me.

There will ne war
In death, you will ultimately
become deathless.

Satish Verma

Transcendencing

After the storm
we should stop putting
up the price for the
kiss of death.

A Titan falls.
A prince fails.
The princess weeps.

Don't mend the vase.
Dismembered, the rose has left.
The stones get the peace.

Take off the mask,
I will read the elements
bit by bit.

Have enough. You
will be thirsty in desert of
moonrise. Sands take revenge.

Dandelions search.
There was no love-shift.
It is the nature.

Satish Verma

Eye Lakes

For a believer, it
was impossible to fill
in the blanks. We were
the rarest pygmies.

Afraid of each other,
trying to demolish, the windows.
We scramble for awords.
We remain unstable.

Don't move, don't
touch me with your sacred
hands. I break down when
I kill my poems.

I shall wash my
hands again and again.
The stigmas won't go
in icy moonlight.

Water grieves for
the moon, it will not get
the honeydew.

Satish Verma

Talking To Fireflies

From pyre to pyre
you lived to the edge
of death, and time burned.

I speak without
voice when nightingale
sings and become Miranda
at night.

I will cease to exist
for you in twilight and say good bye
to Venus, ready to fade
into oblivion.

In nothingness one
finds the reply of
echoes in valley of Buddhas
who lost their homes.

Go to the clouds
sweetly. Someone waits at
the red stone to blend
the flames with roses.

Satish Verma

Truth Of Being

Walk on the fuming cinders
and meet the sun,
on the other side, where dreaming
starts and also ends.

Your belonging had a
price. I wanted to
seek the explanation, from the
mauled stars in sky.

The mind goes dumb and blank.
I don't remember me.
Circuitry tends to break
the tender relationship.

Trying to heal the cracks in walls.
I watch myself waiting avidly,
for something to happen,
after I swapped my
song with your tears.

The hawk was ready to
stoop on the trembling dove.

Satish Verma

Flight Of The Lost Bird

Why were you impersonal,
redeeming from blues
by blues?

Your shadow shrinks
under the moon, when you
are speechless, and set free
by unsaying.

In the mauled
pink dreams, you cannot keep your
eyes shut.When the
sorrow speaks.

Sometimes you undo
the cobwebs, failing to trap
the beautiful words and
start groping.

Have you listened to
nightingale's song? It becomes
restive and panic-stricken
when the call is not returned.

Satish Verma

Struck By Moon

The cosmic touch.
I was facing moon,
thinking, about the end of
universe and millions
of blue butterflies.

Someone didn't want to die
in snow-white shroud.
A severed hand
fires a gun.

How much was your timeless
wait? I may disappear
in the dots and dashes. Would you
be asking for courage to come?

The cruel realties. You
don't want to look back. The
weeping willow will not
stand erect.

The temple was waste
without a goddess of love.
The return of requiem
makes me sad.

Satish Verma

Stopping At Curves

I don't write a poem.
The poem writes me
for you. A ceremony of
tears to fill in the vacuum.

Those eyes were blue
like the serene lakes. How
my rock salt melts for
the swan's neck!

A part of my psyche
went to you for a smile
in my rare self-pride.
Why the flame flickers violently?

How much intimacy
you need to touch the moon?
Let the darkness of sun
decide at twilight.

It was always difficult
to live between the commas.

Satish Verma

Searching New Galaxies

Words don't speak―
the inner voice.
Words can only kill
the truth.

Quivering like a
hollyhock in wind,
O god, who are you?

Ever wished to
deceive yourself and become
a victim of love, not fear?

Hiding the panic,
you mature into the epitome
of voluntary surrender.
And here lies the riddle.

You will not understand
the effect of distinguished no.
It will burn in my
poems for centuries.

The holy book starts bleeding.

Satish Verma

In Deep Waters

I always invited you
to touch my past
for an impaled―

prophet, who was
adored after his death.

Why were you always becoming
extraordinary, accepting
the closeness of flames?

Was there any ending of a play
which had not begun?
Was it interchangeable?

The mutants had
a field day. You ought
to have remained unchanged
like Venus.

Kissing the pale lips
of a martyr? What am I
doing to you!

Satish Verma

Celebrating The Crumbs

Your hands,
fingers speak your mind.
You will never compromise.

I ask myself
the impossible. The skulls
will not stop laughing.
Face to face the moons burn.

Will you keep
my most precious secret?
how I loved a snakecharmer.

That never was.
White lie on the black
tongue to recite a
blank page.

Why don't you leave
the shade of Acacia?
The thorns will always
entice you?

Satish Verma

Thoughts In Wind

Talking to you
in a dream, shadow of
my lips falls on your
face.

It was a strange
knowingness.

You wanted to give
a name to my
unborn poem.

To live was to kill
the moons, asking nothing
from sun, becoming
yourself a flame.

Something you could
do. Put faith in me
and go, pluck
the roses.

My vessel was empty.
I am pouring in some
brainy thoughts to woo you.

Satish Verma

I Have Arrived

Searching hot plasma
in your eyes, which
changed me for all times.

There was no legend,
you crashed on the spikes
swaddled in pain.

Thinking again in
circles. What did you give
me to keep me looking
at the cruciform shapes?

The war goes on.
Repeating a poem hurts again.
A gift must have
a sun and clouds.

The rage sins.
There was no chaste moon.
I never reached the
right word.

Satish Verma

In Quicksands

You wouldn't know,
what you didn't want to,
after a sweet osculation
of a cleaver.

There was blood
on grass, after witnessing
the afterlife of a future god.
The goddess still weeps.

A black moon hovers
in blue sky. Was there a
polite embrace after
a violent actuality?

Delicately you hold
back your tears. The most
important exit was to
remain reticent.

Unsaid ache was the
greatest bliss.

Satish Verma

Afterpains

In my blood book
what was your
divine constant?

The arithmetic fails.
a black hole― sucks in,
the brilliant stars.

I was collecting
the rare salt, from the
abandoned beach of eyes.

Poetry was the flesh,
bones. Heart stops
beating, when images drop.

We will not speak
in dark, when the moon
was rising in the east.

Not lived to die.
The road will not end.
Every word becomes a milestone.

Satish Verma

Violets Under The Rocks

You pray for deliverance
when the pause between
the words have some
meaning.

Moon sheds the light.

A fantasy takes a risk,
going too deep in for future.
You fumble with the right tone.

I ask you to come
slowly like a wounded tigress
for a final kill.

The silent howling
bends down to pick up the
red clover. Nobody wants to
be half-dead.

My immaculate faults glare.
The copperhead waits. I
am ready to take a kiss.

Satish Verma

Joining The Hyphens

Hitting from the
arch of eyebrows,
my pain were you.

One brief death
in illusion, settles on
all the descents.

Not taking any
road to reach the moon
on hill, when you were gone.

For all the half―
spoken words, this was
the moment of liberation.

Solemn signs without a
phrase don't turn the
key and door remains shut.

Between coming and
going, time remains still
like a frozen lake.

Satish Verma 

Mythic Hymns

A godly pluck
from your lips,
the nightingale sings.

I know your
concern for the trampled
mushrooms. Where
the fairy will sit?

I broke the
promise once, not to
kiss the buttercup.
Life was so hurting.

Sitting on rainbow,
sometimes you forget,
and start talking to eyeless
daffodils.

The Narcissus
was not me, pining
for the moon whole life.

Satish Verma

When Horizon Meets The Moon

Stoking fire
I come back to moon.
What if a whiff of nature
topples my poem in afternoon
of wilting roses?

The genre is spoiled.
You want to drink moonlight
in dark, but water
remains neutral.

An unreturned kiss
of believing in yourself,
takes a big toll. Dreaming sky
in cloudless days was
a casualty.

Why do you talk
without words? The prophecy
of a hollow bust comes
true. You become your own enemy.

After war there is a war.
Can you find peace in my verse?

Satish Verma

Would You Recognize?

I will listen to me one day
and stop uncoming.
A waxing moon was watching.

With a kiss at dawn
all the gods were stolen.
Like you were changing
the depth of water.

There was no ceremony,
after landing on the
burning temple. Priest was
mauled and goddess
will never come back.

Wheels are sunk.
Chariot was impounded.
Sun was hesitant to move.

You can come on
tiptoes. I will wait
till eternity in blue fog.

Earth was not behaving
like godmother.

Satish Verma

Legacy

You put your hand
on my hand, stealing me
from me, erasing the―
past and future.

An irradiant face
floats on the still lake.
Moon by moon
I try to reach you.

It will not last,
the bee without the sting.
Honey brings the trap.
There was no secret.

Beautiful navel
harbors a dream.
You want to climb the
hills, to see the stunning
sunset.

Satish Verma

Breaking Point

Where do I touch
you in dark? You don't have
the skin, like water.

The echoes were dying
in the stillness of nightbirds.
Do you call it tranquility?

Unhinged, a sharp cry
moves around a Michelangelo,
unbelieving in last judgement.

Catching of the falling
leaves in autumn, reminds
you of impermanence. Yet I
will explore eternity.

The call returns. Time
to collect the bowls. Roses
are dead at altar.
You cannot stitch the wounds.

I will again
measure my height.

Satish Verma

At Crossroads

I become your past
in some confrontations
trying to hear you.

The lexicon gives me
a path to go in the quiet of
night, when you are sleeping
in moon's arms.

What a dream. A
white tiger jumps on the
pink belly of earth to
find the browless eye.

Standing before the
firing squad, you were
still planting the lilies
and iris will go blind
for thousand years.


The coral reef has
started dismantling.

Satish Verma

Against A Backdrop

Like the light
trapped in a diamond.
I watch your face.

You know, that
you will never know yourself.
There was no elegy
before the cessation.

One day this will pass. You
will not lie against you,
naked as a moon.

A pride sins
the rose for tearing off the
bee's wings. I smell
a self-conceit.

You were drawing on your
fingernails, a portrait
of a dying river.

I wanted to live
before my cold-blooded carnage.

Satish Verma

Tell Me, Tell Me.

Under the cosmic
dust, an elite existence
wants to close the waterhole.

Hostility was increasing
between the same species.

But evil and good would
always co-sleep.

O Buddha
I will make the tree
walk and come to you
where you used to sit under.

And ask some stingy
questions. Why you want non―
violence when violence
would always exist?

And the light
hesitates to shine in pitch dark?
And the words remain quiet?

Why it was so impossible?

Satish Verma

Purple Bleeds

Untied I set myself
free. You pass on―
the moon by lips.

If you cheat the
words, they become your
strange, noiseless adversaries.

The prison has
no keys. You can come out
and go back. Night
unmakes the walls.

Perhaps, one day
I will meet my craft of
oriental track of
drowning in your silent eyes.

Pink death of setting
sun takes away all the glory
of seasoned smile.

Slowly Venus will dip in twilight sky!

Satish Verma

Hidden Sojourns

Watching in shifting
stance of futurism, I will
be choosing frozen―
pains of the past.

Endlessly I begin
again, the pursuit to meet
the end at moonrise.

I look up at the moon,
and you look back at the road.
And I will ask, what
was the black truth?

You always think of
the windows, when the doors
were shut. To escape from
the colossal mistakes?

Truth, one day
will melt in your eyes.
I will pick up the pen.

Satish Verma

A Walk In Omninight

Being a soft terrorist,
you cannot change me.
When there was nothing else
to do, I will mix the tears
with sweat.

Will you think of me?
Violence was growing
in garden. The spirit of
roses was becoming restless.
Why we were quarreling for grafts?

You said it was a
custom to kill the dream―
in bud. Timeless past
becomes my present. I will
never believe in the gift
of prophecy.

Will you join the painful
blues? Remove all the conciliatory
phrases and write a new script
in blood calligraphy. Why
all the clocks have stopped?


Satish Verma

After Eyebaths

Dahlias laugh like
you, swinging their heads.

You want to rub
over me, like a vast sea in wait,
linked with an island.

There was no reason
to script like Albert Camus.
But I was moving
out of line.

Would you be my best friend,
after I was asked to love
my rival?

No ghost name was
needed to follow the truth,
when you were being
counted.

Behind the red
clover lies a promise.
There was no malignancy.

Satish Verma

Little By Little

It was unfair.

The uncanny animals
are leaving an impact
on human beings.

Under the sway
of absurdity poetics
also comes.

I try to decipher the knot.

Do you know what
you become, when you laugh
like a mockingbird?

My only angel, who
has dropped by the earth
to see me in twilight.

The heart of palm,
you will not eat without me.

Unspoken words
come on the trembling lips.

Satish Verma

Predators

The aura was waning.
White pigeons―
were not ready to stay.

They wanted to go
home, wingless― from where
they were kidnapped.

Braless the moon, laughs.

Garment sellers, were
placing the bets on valentines.
Where they will land?

The watchmen will
abandon the gates.

de rigueur
demands the undressing
in public to show the scars.

Someone wants to
become bisexual.
Not made for each other.

Satish Verma

Deceiving Non

After the death of the dark,
in the way you wore
your smile, I asked you to
see me at dawn, before the
sun rises.

A star is born,
you take on the moon.
I embrace my poem.

You own the candle.
I was the flame.
The light pays homage.

A timeless pain
still follows you in woods
to stitch the womb.

You have to run
away from the wolves
to save the doves.

There were no more allusions.

Satish Verma

On The Knife Edge

What I feel, was
incredible to shake off.
And the moon cries.

Why do I tie the
knot with nature? Your
eyes and cascading voice?

My wait will never
be over after the brief
encounter with the rising
mounds.

There it goes, my self―
made tryst with burning ghats,
to search a lost face.

The twilight pain
climbs again in my verses.
I cannot weave
a beautiful sunset.

For whom the
echoes travel very long
in dark woods?

Satish Verma

Only To Live

The savage moon
will not stop at passionate
kiss and embrace.
The pansies were ready
to burn.

Every word becomes
a shrine. You adore the
dark shades of
sparkling eyes. There
was no epitaph.

The knobs won't
move. Granite
melts in granite. Fireflies
take revenge and
stop flying.

Struggling for voice
the tongue slips at full
stops. Small commas now
dither to find the space
between the meanings.

Satish Verma

End Of The Beginning

Being cheated by
a moon in dark night
of winter.

A corruption of
my name makes you
everlasting.

Would you ever know
the spirit of surrender,
without giving yourself away?

In the start, there
were no signs. Only eye contact
with adrenaline rising.

Because I will not
know you, sparingly
silent footfalls
of rain will overwhelm.

There are shadows
growing under your eyes.

Satish Verma

Becoming Less

Catch the waning
moon. It may not come
back tomorrow.

The traveller stops
under the sun, not to ask
for shade. The anger
was rising.

Like candle light
brightening your face
in autumn halo.

Would you like
to read a love sonnet
to retrieve the lost
Taj Mahel?

Squeezing the cool
bright moon in a glass of
drink, I want to see you
mutable moods.

Satish Verma

Untouchables

Did the supermoon
change you, as the earthmark
was disintegrating?

What you didn't
say becomes a smeared dot
on your forehead.

I would survive
between the two eyes, measuring
the space in thoughts.

Your place the ash
from pura at the feet of
walking out moon.

Why the lies are
used to save the truth from
the burning bush?

I become a raw
ghost. Do we meet only
in heaven?

Satish Verma

Roll Me

The words are splitting
in your lukewarm eyes.
I turn purple,
and ask you not to―
wait for me.

If you walk tenderly
on the edges of white lilies,
try not to look back into
religion of stingrays, which
never forget to strike.

Was it a poetry game
of musical chairs, when you
stood alone, thinking not―
to sit on a barbed seat
for testing unalloyed integrity?

The direction is lost.
I see through the masks
of masqueraders, pretending
to be angel's, they
were not.

Satish Verma

Unclaiming Debt

Dissecting the moon
to know the incredible,
in half light, I will
pursue my endless pain.

Rebirthing of illusion,
becomes a curse.
Unreality was supreme
I want to touch you in fog.

The condemned darkness
has a hidden secret. One day
the prophet will marry the
stupid truth.

You betray the wrapped
emotions, shying away
froma second life. Silence
steals the words from
your lips.

I will ask the sky
to lull the hot moonlight.



Satish Verma

This Unbelonging

Why did you want
to become mine,
when god was not there?

This sun, this moon,
these stars. My Miranda,
my nightingale.

An Atman floats
without a body. Can you
touch it with lips only?

Like potter's wheel
starting, you want to create
a body with words,
not hands.

Then why did you follow
me, watching me to take
the ash-bath, becoming
sinless?

Tears runs faster
than blood.

Satish Verma

Reading Shut Book

Don't throw the light
on rocks. It gives
more pain, explaining ethics.

What was passive
violence? You want to
kill your poems with out
hurting anyone.

The teacher lives
without giving a lesion but
you won't learn.

Want to read
Kafka again. Why does
nonviolence exit? The
silence tells the truth.

You can understand
yourself, when you don't
speak in the twilight of
moon and sun.

Satish Verma

Night Games

You have made me
a replica of dust
without sins.
There was no questioning.

Would it become
a mirrored crime? Word
by word, the meaning
was slaughtered.

Civility cries. No
holds barred. Life takes
revenge. How will you
stop the wolf?

Sleep well, on
pillow of grass, with
impermeable thoughts.

Blood cantos. The
moments turn into centuries.
A confessional guilt
starts healing you.

Love divides you in
body parts.

Satish Verma

Blue Tapestry

At the ritual you
become half angel and
spread the cascading black
hair on white moons.

The unwritten words
can start a private violence
in public domain.

I suffer silently
digitally in discrete
signs. I will not project
any genesis.

Inspite of voiceless
protests, you inherit my
theme, like the morning
glory of sun.

There is no mutilation
of truth. I will
take the Agni test to
prove my incapability.

No medals were displayed.

Satish Verma

Bald Winter

Pushing you away
from me.
I was in flames.

A cadaver walks
without shadow. Blackbirds
were falling dead from
the blue sky.

Do you believe
in omens? Nameless a star
melts into my eyes, burning
the face, arms and torso,
making a history.

All the blind pilgrims,
are ready to depart.
I let you go to
find the hidden import.

The live skin
becomes leather. You want
to wear the shoes
to remember your foes.

I look back, from
where the journey didn't start.

Satish Verma

Baked Tragedy

It was a waste.
The mantel was too sharp
for the dying words.

Will not give a call.
I was angry with me.

Your skin wearing
on my hands,
O god I want to undo
my sins.

It hurts me,
whena praying mantis
keeps a watch.

I have defeated myself.

Very proud, an instinct
prepares me
for blue burns.
You will never know yourself.

A thick pain drips
from the swollen eyes.

Satish Verma

Two Large Feet

Something is left
out. I ask you
when you are not there.

It was too cold here.
Can I hold your warm hand?

I hear, what I was
not hearing. The voices
live underground, like land mines.

I sing to myself
to make me sleep!

Do not take my moment,
do not trace my lines.
A half-religion separates
the salt of tears.

There is no art in
saying No. Youwill wait
whole life to say Yes.

A red rose bleeds in my hand.

Satish Verma

Dust Of Dreams

When you carry
my poems in your eyes,
I will bring the
daisy moon.

Leaping into the
cult of climbing the books.
I lost myself.

The reign of terror
begins in fireflies. I pluck
the tangerines from your
beautiful valley.

The falcon sharpens
its notched beak
to rip apart the pride
of the wild thunder.

An angel bleeds
inside. The ashes are
swept away from
the funeral of lips.

A song echoes from
the far hills.

Satish Verma

Soul Searching

Immaculate boundary.
I touch your nose
to read your mind.

Let's share the same moon.

Unthinking, I have
to find a new phrase
to describe the daisy.

The way you look at me.

I am. You are.
Sometimes game
changers. Sometimes lost.

We try to reach the whole truth.

Meeting anthem
under the fig tree to
start a new book of raw love.

Where the sum has gone?

Satish Verma

A Pain To Forget

In candid silence,
we come closer, and
healing begins.

Where the moon
bends, I take revenge
on night, fumbling
with the garter stitches.

And what a poem
will do, without
touching your eyes in tears?

Star weavers want
to knit purple moon on your
veil before you walk
away as a bride.

Don't keep your
mind empty. Somebody will
put a newly born
to fill in thought.

Satish Verma

Libretti

In fluid state
my words will catch you
one day.

Almost mortal,
a goddess visits the dream
and wears your face.

Not trying to
reach anywhere to get a
new name in writing
you a poem.

Would you ever
mean to die for a cause
when the trigger finger
didn't pull?

When you don't mean
something, I had become
a thing.

Beyond the time
there was an endless bliss.
Will you care for me?

Satish Verma

The Absolute

Keep me in the last
chapter of the book
you have not written.

Let the end come
of a story written on
the sands of time,
with handprints.

An old hill walks
to meet the river on fire.
When hands tremble
to tie the knot.


As I reach near
the sunset, a slice of moon
cuts my wrist, to let
the poem be born again.

A boneless assault,
a tearfull withdrawl.
How we will remember
the anniversary?

Satish Verma

The Contest

My deep anguish
simmers. Why the man
betrays himself and
starts eating the kin?

Like a venomous snake.

It was difficult
to stay normal in the
jungle of players
to become a ruthless sovereign.

The time gap,
space― the distance between
the hearts remains intact.
You start breaking up.

You lock the words
of charity, and become a clown,
moon-skilled
reciting dead hymns
in praise of a no-god.

Satish Verma

Moon Path

It stuns.
A vampire bleeds
the vein of black moon.

Unresigned,
I pursue the path
of your historical pain.

What provokes
your inner beast to become
your own light
to enter the darkcaves.

The stone tools
cross your footprints.
A python tries to swallow sun.

You steal,
not imitate my golden words
to become immortal.

Satish Verma

Blue Blood Moon

Looking at the blue moon
to become deeply sad,
to be true or not to
be true to oneself.

You were always at
a distance, untouched,
unkissed. I was very
reticent to tell about my odyssey.

How not to understand
myself, remaining
voiced in my verses to reach
obsessively at apotheosis.

And then to fall at
inviting earth as dust
meeting the dust, reaching
my abandoned home.

Satish Verma

Commentary On Last Wishes

The snakeskin smiles.
Shoes hurt, when
somebody gives away mercy.

Fidelity has come
for sale. You want to listen
Beethoven only.

The questions were mine. You
had no answers.

I never want to talk
about truth, as if everyone knows
it. I write poetry.

Did you jump into a
dry pool to know
the depth of sky.

Do you think
that was a right thing
to become a saint.

Satish Verma

Alone In Crowd

Being my other soul
would you go for―
a saddest kiss with a gold fish?

Nothing else matters.
Weaving blue flesh on
starched bones.

What else you need,
when the moon cries outside
the broken window?

And the sands and
palms and cacti had the
guts to take in trifecta.

And the blood
to remember the affinity
with the unknown.

Satish Verma

Cloning

I dream a nightmare
of anti-moon, when
the smile leaves your face
and you become a phosphorescent
butterfly in dark.

A flight of bluebirds
makes a last circle, and
lands on the mound of bones
as a shrine of paranoid of
waist down paresis.

No one was perfect.
No savior will appear.
Anniversaries come and go,
The Homo sapiens look back to identify
their progenitors.

Have the mercy. O
god, it was too late to
strike at the womb.

Satish Verma

In Frozen Time

Left in the den of
wolves, the half-brother
becomes human.

You start learning
from yourself.

A vampire, an
alien, fossilized eggs,
the house booms.

On your hand,
O empress I had left
my legacy to face the sea
of tears.

Love in the madhouse
flourished. Moon wept for
the lost of silver coin.

The falling morals
grieve. Money was changing
hands in dark.

Satish Verma

Misted

One thought we would
share, but won't talk.
A round moon offers
the childhood innocence.

Did you touch
my hand to transmit
a galaxy of bright
revelation?

The blood moon was
once hacked to death,
when you refused
to kiss the burning candle
of epiphanic moment.

A superembrace
sets you free from the
shackles of commitment
to become earthly shadow.

Untouched I cannot find
the title of incomplete life.

Satish Verma

Telling The Truth

Enduring,
the walk in flames.
I keep mum.

The rabid activism―
to remain untrue,
to myself, protecting my other self.

The reason becomes
my anger, without a trace
of fear. I would submit.

How can you explain
the justice, of taking revenge
on yourself? Life must move.

Spying on my
tears, the prize winner moon
starts burning during eclipse.

Death comes tomorrow
on the day of nemesis.
I will walk out from the ashes.

Satish Verma

To Be Sincere

Being a witness
to blue moon, you wanted
to meet the black death
of sun, when there was
neither dark, nor light.

From the painful
encounters to frozen tears
I want to rewrite my story.

You will not cry
if I hold the pen. It
is sharper than the sword, when
the words bleed.

I will wear your
eye's color. Someone dies
between the lines. Life
has become very touchy.

You love a
dream beyond the thoughts.
I fill in the frame. Neither acceptance,
nor denials.

Satish Verma

Timeless

And death shall
not walk in the street,
on the shoulders
of dead dreams.

It was not a
mythical slip, when visuals
had no mirrors, no ink.
When I go into rage
flames will rise from the sea.

You will not count
the burning rings. History
repeats the rule of blood.
Skin alters the frontiers.

The insane love
demands your toes, so
you would not walk away
from the periphery of blue hills.

Satish Verma

How To Do Prophesying?

In grim moments,
quivering with fear,
separating the tears
from buried eyes.

How will you break up
your life from the
stanzaic epic?

The painting remains
incomplete. You don't want
to touch the colors.

Like snowflakes
I am creating a design
of your thoughts.

Sirius will not
rise today over the hill.
It was a rainy night.

There were dark
clouds, even at doors.

Satish Verma

To Understand Myself

I do not ask you.
The trembling flawless
kiss lands at the
lips of moon.

The prize was
not honored, returned
to the donor of death.

Without words
the abstract settles for
clues to take an
elliptical path.

The genius will
bring, down your lids
to see your bleeding feet
leaving the footprints.

There was no regret
to make myself fair
to undo the night's
womb.

Satish Verma

Hypocrisy

Listen to wind.
Silence was tied to
the stake, before burned
alive. I wanted to know
the truth.

Home lies, growing
louder in the din of impeachment.

Stand at the breach
of love and ask the blind irises.

For thousand of years
you have confessed for
the dark omens.

Did you find the pure
Agni?

Walk with me to
look at the moon.
It was in flames.

Satish Verma

Mutiny By Words

You come to me
when transparency enables
you to paint your
knuckles blue.

War was on!

Peeling the tangerines
with delicate fingers, in
winter sun to recite
the poems together.

Why you will not sleep
till the snake bites?

Thinking of this brute life.
Nipping in the sharp nails,
wolverine sitting beside
the bonfire.

Calling, a lie a lie,
I am going to punish myself.

No ruinous effect
of soft kisses
without lips.

Satish Verma

Exploring The Bonds

Like a lifeless child,
clasped around the breast,
moon was coming up
in the sky with fastened cloud.

A frozen embryo―
has become a supernova.
The democracy makes
everybody poor.

Slithering, your face
becomes a mask, to hide
the bruises of
mangled truths.

The vision takes a
new turn to liberate the
psyche from the trap
between our eyes, where
the sun sets.

Satish Verma

I Become Black

Playing with cinders
I will reach your home
to absorb light.

Give me a talisman
to win your heart―
to save the moons.

Mars becomes the poorest
god. You won't reach
there to erase the red doubts.

The visitor stumbles.
There was no path.
I wanted to hold your hand
for eternity.

Why to murder the
god's messengers?
Was not every star a guardian
of your beliefs?

Satish Verma

Negotiating With Fear

Like a shadow
you were always
with me to meet the
biblical terror.

Hugging the function
of whole-being, I drive you
to do a crazy triangle
interpreting the universe.

The metaphors
were changing daily to
describe the unethical
slaughter of hymns.

I will not pray
to live in this circus.

The little pain grows.
Writing poems for you
calculating the risk
of becoming an angel.

Satish Verma

Perfect Imperfect

Flowers―
They follow you, whenever
you sleep in dark.

The bluebirds
will wait till you open
your diary showing the exotic surrender.

I am collecting
dewdrops to wash your face
with sacred hands.

Don't fly again
over the seas, when sun
settles down on waves.

Whole body
shivers, before spilling
elixir to save you.

Satish Verma

Conceived In Tears

Almost touched
the birthmark of lips
on my poems.

Will not want
for it to happen, when
the sun breaks into stars
in your amaranthus eyes.

Syllable by
syllable, you weave
the inferno to burn
the sins of voodoo.

No one was
traitor when grass
dries up under the feet of
glaring moon.

Ah! this was
a Vedic punishment. I
want to learn the
early form of revenge.

Satish Verma

In Fog

Cannot see through,
when you
take different avtars.

Deeply quiet, I want
to be defeated
in your hands,
like a small Buddha.

Who walks in my poems
when the god fails?

When the blueprint
appears on the moon, I empty
my glass of Aconite.
The snake sleeps for
my self-esteem.

Here and there,
I find you in every rhyme.
After the dawn
whispers would die.

Satish Verma

Liquid Pain

The becoming,
before your sudden
surge of emotions
to finish the half written
message.

That was,
when the words were
getting wings.

Artificial vision?
I cannot look beyond
the exodermis.

A sizzling search
for the Venus
in wraps.

Who is going to
announce the fall of the system?

A hangman
does not need the
weeping tree to finish the job.

Satish Verma

Personal Loss

Root sounds.
I prefer intimate pathos.
Not easy.

I don't live
in night.

Yellow words
on green thoughts.

The fall was
imminent.
I wait for the snow
to bury my past.

Love becomes fluid
I was never dead.

Satish Verma

Corrosion

Some things left unsaid.
I will know you by tremors.
But will stand very still.

You need a space to
feel my lips in silent dark.
Birch had debt to pay.

There was no choice to
break from the past of Rafflesia,
you call corpse flower.

Satish Verma

Glass Barriers

A clear sky to sit
under the stars, in your gaze
to find missing moon.

Keep it to yourself
what I gave you in the shell,
a pearl, dream and ash.

Landscape was haunting.
The truth gives a loud call,
like a big flying owl.

Satish Verma

Given Dark

Not afraid of any
jinx, hearing strange voices in
brain and very loud screams.

Comes rolling down, the
fear stops, of fire of seeds
still unborn in pods.

You pick up the words
in trance and start prophesying
of bare wounds of dawn.

Satish Verma

It Was Like That

Want to entertain
like a zany in the space when
it is bright moonlight.

The craze was to win
your smile in the drifting snow of
earth for dying flames.

And you cry for small
things which make the weary life
simple and beautiful.

Satish Verma

Oblique Vision

City of ashes and
burns, I try to place my home
after the mudslide.

It was a great show.
You ape the rain coat, enter the
cloud to fight the fog.

Cocoons will not burst.
No pain of deliverance.
Butterflies drop wings.

Satish Verma

Against The Winds

Impatient, was green
snake in grass, I watch the sun
ready to give a chance.

In dark winter I
will dig out the sad poem from
your burning eyes.

Not soliciting
from any god I will build
my own sky, my script.

Satish Verma

Heart-Wrenching

Cruelest thing would be―
you are being watched all life
as from the sky in dark.

Trembling, you open
the knots of entangled life,
to watch the baby sun.

When you try to find
yourself in the lies of society
where will truth will go?

Satish Verma

Parting Day

Encored, I was ready
to get the gift of stones.
Light dims at the door.

Will stand, thinking. To
look back for the lost baggage.
Will see you again?

There were smudges
on the floor where the candle melts
making hole in palm.

Satish Verma

What You Are?

In a shroud of mist,
the fullness of thoughts shivers.
Don't give me any quiz.

Inpoisoned angst,
I climb a tree of inquiry.
There were no answers.

You come prudently on
toes to catch the ripples of
the transient questions.

Satish Verma

Strange Behavior

Polis intercepts
the palace, grieving on the
body of an old horse.

You don't appear of
this world, with your invisible
wings of majenta flames.

Listen now soundlessly
I drink hawthorn daily for the
sake of unborn poems.

Satish Verma

Concepts

Your intent was to
peel off the frozen poem from
my lips to taste it.

Planting a seed daily
on my palm to start a blaze
for burning the book.

Look how I brace you
to move the steps one by one
to reach on my Sun day.

Satish Verma

Dark Ruins

Those pomegranates.
What a weird thought, you want to
see it alive, dead being.


Like salt in extra―
cellular fluid floating in
veins of nemesis.

The relationship
between life and death demands
the absence of a kiss.

Satish Verma

Dust Always Knows

I don't want to hear,
what you say, now unsayable,
flaunting golden ring.

Another sun and
another moon. What was this
soft December pain?

The smoking gun in
the trembling light of candle tells
a different tale.

Satish Verma