Unforgetting by Satish Verma
Like swapping your face for a tormentor. Stop the rains. I am going home, after a hard choice of peace in sunlight. Give me back my memory. I want to take a flight. Scanning the midnight sun on blue lake. Stairs are climbing on me. Stay with me. I am falling on your purple doves […]
UNEVEN PATH by Satish Verma
It was a summer night. A windswept moonbeam plummeted. Sexualizing an indigo flesh. A butcher was seducing a spider, in company of a holy book. Sunbathing in mass grave of skulls. The eyes peeking out of the caps. You want to pluck the blue berries from volcano mounts. The key player will burn your script. […]
UNDECIPHERABLE by Satish Verma
A little death comes every day for the lost age. The fingertips write your name on ice, to burn in sun. and still, I will say it was good. Searing poverty of words scrambles for a suicide vest. No meaningless truth can save the kleptomaniac. After the demise of a sentence I can say, would not go for an award. The struggle to live […]
TRUNCATED by Satish Verma
A midnight craft dumps the moon on a heap of deceits. I ask my sap to turn back for truism. It was a question of spacing between the bodies in scapegoats; coming for slaughter. A scale measures the depth of defeats. The hands were busy in mending the walls of psychiatric ward. Have you ever tasted a white poison, sweet in taste? When you grow old, […]
TIRELESSLY by Satish Verma
Blurring of words takes place. Lead the light, O Sun; non-path travelers are playing an exotic game in defiance and in delirium of schizo-affective mind. Fruits were fudging the flowers. The parents. Walking alone, watching the abasement of a young pilgrim seeking the belief of walls. The moon wears a death-cap. It was the return of silky climax. Do not move. Do not speak. Listen to […]
THE WHEELS by Satish Verma
The path disappears under the foot. Gently I lay down the book and start reading the blank page. Stainless thoughts.I strip to root. A stunning revelation about a tinned dialogue. Blue hydrangeas were telling something. It was time to become insane on the street. The lust, the sex creeps into the sect. Religion was a proxy to kill, to achieve a stop. going nowhere. Satish Verma […]
THE WAX PALACE by Satish Verma
You were half-crazy saving little buds brutalized by storm in a yawning night. The ugly silver of a fringe group becomes intentionally a hate cult, developing an epicenter for stripping to devastate a religion. The ghosts are walking in the corridors of mirrored crimes. There is a creeping sadness in the golden lock. The blood […]
THE WARS by Satish Verma
It is. An explosive denial of an infinite firmness of round orbs. Why were you taking off your shirt to show the scars? it stirs a sequestered allegation. The glare was on my days and your nights. The suicide bomber was a kid, you know. When a poem leaves you, how far would you go […]
THE MOSAIC by Satish Verma
A leopardess dies on a tree. No molestation was reported. Exploring your breast why were you throwing salt? As if almost needing a space you ran to top. A solid truth looks like a quasicrystal against the nature. Unbosoming myself I am traveling in vacuum. Empty hands don’t hold any ancestors. I am carrying my unborn voice. Now don’t cry, don’t. You are reaching home […]
The Fall by Satish Verma
You were starving the words to commit the waves of hunger. What I wanted was a patch of shade under an olive grove. No intrusion. It was a miscarriage of justice. We were searching the – missing links between the years of misunderstandings. We sell our gods and move on unquietly to understand the- lament of middle of the road, when sun was nestling […]
That Is by Satish Verma
Let be it. The little bowl abandoning the unreachable pink-light. Ambrosia- was searching a geometric center of a smoking hub. Flame- of a bonefire was leaping towards a topless tumbler. The midriff will spell a disaster. A nomadic- sleepwalker had become incandescent, starts a prayer for a condemned enemy. My body was a river. flowing- on the impacted rocks of violence. Was non-violence still relevant in turbulent times? Give me some […]
Taking On by Satish Verma
It was a fast against truth, in support of unbidden body which took the history lesson. A star is born out of midnight accident. Darkness deems dark in siege of self-restraint. An embattled self seeks a counting. The money speaks in absence, to clear the debt of tears. No longer the eyes will look at […]
Taking Off by Satish Verma
Outraged film and dirt life. The descent was complete. A shadow under the moon walks past the lake, comes out of the body. Every dream leaves an imprint on the glass. Will never drink the moonlight again. The blank surrender alongside crutches loses the tolerance of question marks. Like my fear enveloping you in blazing sun for a candle. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
SURVIVAL by Satish Verma
Unslept- hangman, flees from the noose. The day had come to execute. A thought had become a fear but fear was not a thought. Naked in the moon a wolf wants move of something leaning on the hills of thirst, bitten by the views of cemetery. The landscape was changing. You want to cover your head with a topi, standing on the edge of a […]
STRIPED NOTHINGS by Satish Verma
Floating on a river of fire sitting in a cooking vessel you were invoking the rain god. Your hollow words had holiness of unmeaning. The sky opens the third eye. Are you going to offer your tongue to a footwear of a proxy blood? As a hymn to goddess of wealth, sugar is thrown out of window and yellow rice dances before a […]
Stray Colors by Satish Verma
Now burns the stillness of thoughts. Be my enemy. Ants are running out of the eye. Nightmares: I am collecting the ashes from the burning ghats. The steps to the lake are disappearing in the blood of moon. The dogs- are carrying away a half-burnt leg. It stinks stinks the whole river, all night all day. Don’t shut the window I am crying. • Tin man was walking on the sea of […]
STRANGE HAPPENINGS by Satish Verma
Perpetual stasis in blank stares. Who was yawning to moon? Balmy night will unlock the secrets of graphic images. Life casts a spell on you. Like a round worm in search of a ceramic cow. Let me mix the money with fame. The unfelt pleasure of a crooked script – in twilight zone. Every person was wearing a cloud. Deftly you break the urn […]
STONEWASHED by Satish Verma
It laps up the solitude. A flame hits the stonewall of silence. A dust cloud, covers the finale of conflict. Nobody wins the race. You arrogate to yourself the skill to accept the heat of argument. Can you reach the end of thought? Ravishing black picks up the fallen moon. Somebody will go green. If I could walk on the lake? The faithless will wreck […]
STEPPING OUT by Satish Verma
In the valley of death one more guest arrives. By my sleep, there is a soul search. Take off the lid from silence. Unlach the door. The wounded sun was coming. Be my grief to wash the eyes. Unclench my fist. I want to write the name of fallen god. Inhale the sulphur and draw the moon. Night was coming to take revenge. […]
SOVEREIGNTY by Satish Verma
Living someone’s else death? Was that an explicit experiment? Starting with an Adonis to stitch the wounds of angels. An unlikely walk through the tumor of breast, where no milk ejects the ancestory. I hold the words without meaning. It was a tragic flow of history. The echo was searching a sky. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Song Of Unquiet Spirit by Satish Verma
Staples were traveling on the epiderm, thanking the wounds. The dust, the eternal ugliness were growling. Riveting drama: a royal swanking for a macabre heist. A bizarre charisma overtakes the cozy lips. I was green, and I was a cloud where the sunflowers meet beneath the sun. Blind poppies assert themselves unfurling a flag of milky sap. The wasps were going- to become stingless. Satish Verma Poetry […]
SOMALIA CALLING by Satish Verma
I met a talking moon on the road of death. What easily comes, goes easily with winds. I was counting the ribs of my dying child. He went into the woods to fight the unknown wars of hunger. Bunker: it went into flames sailing into brilliance of space. I am going to inherit the black grains of molten day. How I will confront the night […]
Solitudes by Satish Verma
The questions hang like skin tags. A broken mirror, stabs during birth of time. We have got to do it, save it in its infancy, before it is submerged along with the temple of fake gods: – before it is plagiarized by the polity. The wives were fattening on art of running the state from behind the curtains. Would you like to […]
Smiling Buddha by Satish Verma
A rapt moon was listening a tale of two murders. Across the caste, fingernails were digging in to give – a putsch to darkness, unhappened in vain. A word tears into the untouched pain and I bleed for the golden birds. Can you transcend an apparition alighting on impermanence? Time was brewing a revolution of untold jokes. Death moves in a circle to negotiate peace […]
Singing Darkness by Satish Verma
In hirsute adolescence a narcissist climbs the breast and becomes a graveyard of moons. Talking of marginality, a hole in the chest ejects a secret of peachy skin when wind was selling sex. Most corrupt was me always telling truth about the warm eggs of chaotic legs who will not climb down the street. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Sin and Prayer by Satish Verma
I am pulling out from the committed sin, cadaver walking, digging the gold from the pit. Footwears of dead men were heaped into a pile when god was praying. Was it a perceived tragedy of a man drawing doodles to offset the sunset? You were alone, dousing the fire and shaping the clay. The hamlet was less inclined to intercede. Your flesh slips […]
Silver Trails by Satish Verma
By the moon I drink you again. The night is trembling; ruffles the colossal tears. The terrible ache of the illegitimate mercy. I am not accepting any poem half-dead under my pen. The invisible force, bribing the tears was a grace uncalled for. I am going to forget the date of my cessation. It was a false peace of the womb. There was no banality in […]
Sidelined by Satish Verma
A sorcerer moon was rising amidst grizzly clouds. A lurid willingness of night to surrender was evident- skimming the stars. A pact was inked between an antiheroine and a renegade. An apostate- will find the refuge in serenades. The feline grace jars the sexism by sitting on the fence. A blue ocean will churn out the urn of lethal poison. That flame. Can you kill the […]
Shimmering by Satish Verma
The sizzling legs wait for an infinitesimal pause to learn on approaching zero. I am not cultish: the egg has walked out on a dwarf mother. The dead horse was rising after eating dirt. Naked flame will decide for – the rights of a man in a hot night. Deferred a perfect landing on cherries. The colors were fighting for the supremacy of twisted necks. […]
SELF-WATCH by Satish Verma
Have not crossed the street in many years to greet you. A slice of moon leaves footprints in blood. Maintaining the perfection you start giving names to trees. Paraplegia: you start dismanteling the life in search of romance with death for immersing the dreams. Take hold of my arms I want to invent your portrait in sands of nocturne. Drink the milk of silence. It is […]
Searing Heat by Satish Verma
An ascetic dies in a shoe spilling blood. A surreal moon wants to investigate – a sectarian divide of fraudulent sky. And you want to be buried under rose petals – courting controversies to clean the polluted river. A lifeboat was needed to take you for a quiz – singing national anthem. Emblematic, You were sharpening your nails. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
SCULPTURING by Satish Verma
It does not work; the manipulation of the fast. The genomic fugitive nurtures a home of light, windswept pyre. Under the prophet a gloom unloosens the absolute. Now as you weave a pattern of lies, the page hits. The book is thrown into fire. The words swim, break the grief of naked sun. There is flooding of wombs. Who will conceive a god? Between […]
SCARY DANCE by Satish Verma
Immersion in a regal carnage. Ash colored dawn was gang-raped. A bullet-ridden sexism shuts out the fame. Starts a chilling confession. O, my orion I adore your ruffled stance. Do not make a kill. Sunflower, why your seeds were participating in bonfire of a moon? They came for a sexual encounter. But found a prism […]
REGENERATING by Satish Verma
The trembling hands were ostrasized for living more than the mafia. Why the marigold will not use the magical potent to understand the conceit? Wounded by street an unease settles on devestated trees. How the broken moon will rise now? The giver will not distort the truth for the sake of bleak landscape. Seeds were waiting to sprout. You can bend the rainbow. Night […]
REFLECTING THE PRAISES by Satish Verma
And you explore me- to the limits of enchantment. As I was- dying in a nonfiction. Half brothers- were moving like pincers to catch a pen like a little solidier. Sad little god was telling I do, I am moving in non-existent darkness for a sundial. A lobster- was trying to climb on an ancient throne. He wanted to become a neoking. And throw his weight for the […]
PURE STEEL by Satish Verma
Coming near the incarnation of an unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking. Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor reaching near the edge of poetry. I ask you to clamp my name, the gash on the book was bleeding. Was it discretion of night to decorate a battered and abused body of a doll? Naked you cry on the shoulder […]
Praying Hurriedly by Satish Verma
You were trampeling on a wasp, when sprouts were generating Escherichia. Dirt. Romping around. How many corpses were there? Why can’t you tell the exact figure? Under the carpet the shoes will help. The need to jump from the rostrum? Was it not a banal show? The giggling girls threw a cordon around the sheep. The trembling flesh. Somebody walked away with the […]
PLEADING by Satish Verma
Mooneater, I am my poem: fantasy of words traveling through fog. When light sneaks in, would you like to weep with me? Dear death, I am not ready to close my chapter. You are you but I am not me – taking a flight in dark. Disintegrating, I am collecting the spiderwebs to catch the moon. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Pandering by Satish Verma
In a haunting trove -; there was a synthetic insanity. I asked the moon to scan the chest. Fever was rising. You eject your eyes in a bowl of silver to read the lines of money. A stark effect overwhelms the spectrum, like the components of a booty, to be digested for deep flaws of society. I should, if I could rip open the zipped […]
Olive Branch by Satish Verma
Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego. A transsexual walks on the ramp to defend her territory. Cucumbers would jump to conceive […]