Collecting Milkweed by Satish Verma
I will not understand the gift of hurting in unsolicited encounters. Will chase you around the world, without arriving. O fear, my bread; cannot feel you, unbirthing. Life gives me many stitches. A parallel face mocks in the sky, unless the moon cries for the kiss. Wooden wheels move on the laid body. Your venomous tooth I break. Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
BRAMBLE GATES by Satish Verma
Hauled up the breast suture. You were following the milk route, epitomizing the fall. From the golden clouds. Wanting to swim in blue veins, you were drowned. The fire has spurted the blood. A carbon copy of exit strategy in your hands, you unreel the chains of libido in failed state of limbs. The cartel […]
Botanically by Satish Verma
It was a slant love. Back to back, lips to lips. Lethal and dark strong yet delicate like spider’s web. A dark side of the moon sending conflicting signals to bacilli- of dirty lane, pink and blue. My pug licks the toes. The pugmark on green body. I am now flowering. Hydrangeas. • The primrose half-asleep Calendula was burning in veins. Unisex. The clenched fist of a desire. […]
Body Script by Satish Verma
Does it stir you, a body bag? Journey of million years stops here, decoding the numbers. A humming bird inflight catches a dilemma before the sun sets on the whirring wings. The moon will never be the same. Hanging by a thread a suicide bomber memorializes the unhealing land. Who will cry when he is gone? Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Blue Mountains by Satish Verma
The lesson of sudden fall and forgotten kiss. Everytime I was afraid of me unforgiving the gorge of blue mountains. When I usher you in sun you flare up in color violet-green I stay in ebony’s arms – with eye spaces and everything turns water, water of a lake. I will not remember the shooting stars when you are beside me. Drifting curves had left […]
Blistering Attack by Satish Verma
A peacock becomes non-violent keeping the warheads in his tail. In bird hour who wants to blink? The chicken runs amok. Lying motionless was painful for being slaughtered. Subversion was more acceptable- than falling in love. The bare chest shows a gored scar. They have started a dance to entice a herd of pachyderms. Bleeding? No. They have cobbled an army of bedbugs to start a […]
Blemishes by Satish Verma
Without assent I open your book to find your crazy god on mat. Love was a blind bird in a state of agony. Learning to fly. Moon would not reply through aslant door. Something was between us. Here, now a sordid tale breaks the taboo. They were investing on skin. It was a cheap wine in a golden chalice, for a lipless mouth. Satish Verma […]
Battle For Madness by Satish Verma
I see it coming the end before the beginning. Of dawn. The midnight call. Impeachment was fragile. A satanic cult overwhelms the freedom of negation. Do yoy think we can move the tree of wisdom from the altar of ethics sending shots to the sky. From the grief of paradoxes Can you run away? One moment you exhibit the caked blood. Next moment it is dark. • […]
Bare Tongue by Satish Verma
It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write a new fable, about a life size robot, who will speak for millions and put […]
Backtracking by Satish Verma
Leave something for me to imagine. A skeleton in a pond leaps to the moon. In an air bubble lies the history of a suspended name, wasted away on water. A war is declared on the family of words, not spoken to anguish of man. I thought of my sun averting a disaster. The sprouts will not come out of the earth. An […]
AWAY FROM HOME by Satish Verma
A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The naked feet will roam on grass, when shoes will ask; what is the miracle? It happens once a while. Reified the colors into pink thighs – for every […]
Astigmatism by Satish Verma
Decoding the self-portrait in false exposure from me to light. The wounds hide the smell of alienation. The infinite was never created, as biological father. Crestfallen wallflowers went to protest. If you could find a god on the road. you must ask for the reason of astigmatic vision. There was an uncanny feeling; somebody was watching you. Afraid not to see; time was making […]
Armless Enemies by Satish Verma
In your domain walking with men of straw to immolate myself. If power was sacred why you did not stop the reversing of gender role? Oh, there was water on Mars streaking like the tears on your face. The apes were coming. There was elation and suspicion. The vortex of existence needs surgery. Unlikeness calls for introspection. I am asking god to pray for me. […]
Animation by Satish Verma
The animal thing inside: My half-brother, was unsettling me. Over the sunset I watch the drawing procession carrying the dead body of a tiger. The light is fading. The stripes were becoming a myth. The guest was ready to depart. I am holding the molten lava in an urn. In the black sky a satellite burns to undo the grief. There is no […]
Ancient Sins by Satish Verma
Drunk with pride the streets are bursting in self-indulgence. Who was calling the shots? Do you know the words between intermissions, carry a secret- till the brazen scoop finds the hidden meaning. It was grave very grave truice, unmaking love between the estranged lovers- when clouds were seducing the moon. You don’t belong to this crowd of renegades. Ants will take away the divorced dreams. • Fissile […]
Anarchy by Satish Verma
Wind prowled. You had a hornet’s sting buried half in your hand. Anaphylactic shock. Translates into night of terror. You hesitate to smile. Midnight blues. You cannot count the stars. Pesky. Stories spread about moon’s pink thighs. An ode to the death’s kiss. You were sleeping in the sole embrace of pain. The denizen breaks […]
An Art by Satish Verma
A calling from zietgeist; when a flute versus beast starts a power play. My world becomes wet. Amorous, when I watch a moth in your fist. A split moon peels off the cuticle, for a mega show of the cone, shedding cruciform sword. The white tiger leaps with precision, spilling the milk container. It was moonlight. The baked smile now gathers the teeth for […]
Afterimages by Satish Verma
A whisperer with its begging bowl wants a moon in alms. A candle burns in panic. The serpent was sitting in a prayer. The golden teeth will find the apples leafless, pleading for a fall. Stoking the fire, you step on a ghost. It was a fake, I scream. Do not tamper the ruins of the tower. They are going […]
A Saint Between Us by Satish Verma
He was no longer angry writing his own epitaph. Fighting a singular brute without repeating himself. Midnight. Untouchable moon drops the ear-ring. A mottled face worships a ladder expressionlessly. A monk walks past an oversexed monkey. A hidden agenda in end, shows a dirty hand. You know, I do not want to tame an exploding – navel. Transfixed I throw the bottle in a sea. One more […]
A River Flows Underground by Satish Verma
That was unscarred night. The full moon was rising. A contagium had spurred it to go high. A brazen assault bleeds the painter’s eyes. He sees only red in the pubescent rage. She walks out of the stain, turning into ash, urchin’s brightest moon. Standing on the crossroads who was burning clouds? Rains will never come again. Phylogeny flattens the guns. We were hiding […]
A Killing by Satish Verma
Buried at sea the dead man lives, as if a blood in a reliquary. Remains of a day were very volatile.The backlash will start with a kiss of moon. By the lack of a sin you meet an ambush lying in wait. The severed hand will hold the sunrise. Who will write the epitaph? A […]
A DARK HOUSE by Satish Verma
The accretion of a perfect squall when claws were out- scavenging novelties. A lewd paranoia slains a farewell in a trench. The chamber has vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell. The combs did not straighten the puff. The old man was very lonely. I would stop hunting the stings of a bare-chested moon. I recuse myself from judging […]
A Civil War by Satish Verma
These were the children of wrath, the fire god. What I am watching was a subtle suicide pact taking on the style of a civil war among sparrows. The transmission was offering a dark vision of future. The skies were not answering the prayers. The old lover wants to come back in small land to forbid the division of hearts. No resonance comes […]
A Big Idea? by Satish Verma
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find the- burning home. What were those intimate- words of unthinkable dirty secrets? Satish Verma Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster