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Untitled Oneness

Satish Verma

In stark unreality,
I start with a blank
page, unwritten― but
worth reading.

A breakthrough was
needed to rip apart
the lost manhood.

My obsession with you
is growing, who will not tell
why the temple exists
without a deity.

You adore sans words
and then hide between
the signs, like a misunderstanding.
The morgue doesn't have the bodies.

A renegade comes back
deprived of arms, to die
between your lips. The
wine was tasteless.

Let the muse live without a name.

Sacrificing Oneself

Satish Verma

Give me the austerity
of aches, of the matured
firmness of a promise.

I may burn myself out,
breaking my spirit, my bones.
From pain you had come,
to pain you will go.

Beheading of a poem
makes a nude, to eliminate
the spin of a moon.

A chilling pause
betrays the blue surrender.
I will wait at the edge
to receive my punishment.

You will keep my name alive
by crushing and distilling
the rose petals without
any bleed.

A fragrant cloud will
always hover around you.

Ask The Ladybugs

Satish Verma

With your basest coins,
will you not add
to my woes, like invasive

In the hot power
matrix, don't become
the hypothermic.

A geometric design
was coming up. Most innocent
was responsible for the
rape of a beautiful city.

A burning sitar
was still giving out a
melodioustune without
a wire pick.

The hot days have turned into
wild animals, eating away
my thoughts.

I freeze in my step at
middle of the road.

Holy Script

Satish Verma

See, what you have
done to me.
Chasing my
poems engaging
the soul.

Will you like to meet
the heart of a rose?

Continuing without
pause, you will discover the path
of unknown.

Half fathers were steering
the lives of unknown, long-limbed sons.
Don't stand in queue―
to throw your flesh, peace by peace
to predators.

Mercy Kills

Satish Verma

Laugh at me,
in sleep. Let the rogue
winds blow away my golden dreams.

Decoding my agony,
you will find the elixir of truth
by chewing the eternal pain.

Margin of danger
was big. On a short death―
trip you will not
encounter peace.

I am just me now. No frills.
All my desires shed, taking
off the appendages, becoming
bald like moon.

No more four-letter words.
Jawline widens by pressing the
teeth. The warriors had become rapists―

joining the gang of losers.
Planet was changing.

Gods Of Darkness

Satish Verma

The disaster had come
to the fore. In harm's way
stargazing was coming―
to an end.

A monster like a hurricane
starts pounding my
poems. The dry ice will
not quench my thrist.

A mid-gender approach
will not differentiate between
noun and pronoun.

The myth of waiting
and reincarnation had
patisan attitude. I am
tired of the make-up beliefs.

You cannot reverse
the clock. Time moves on,
devastating the palaces.
Only the broken pillars
stand in deserts of life.


Satish Verma

As if you had kidnapped
my profile to live
just beautifully,
and then be mourned.

To swim, first you
have to dive in a dry pool
of pain. Weird thoughts
like aphids would make young'uns
without mating.

The violence was inborn.
It spurts when your animal
comes out beastly. No
god would come to your rescue.

Thinking must be unstained
when moon drops anchor.

In this lonely sky,
no songbirds are flying.
Only stars are killing each other.

I am burning my fingers again.

Core Values

Satish Verma

A social metaphysicist
wants to know, how
do you speak, standing
under the palm moon?

There would be a redemption,
if you pronounce slowly, one
by one word, without chewing it.
There will be no commentator.

The vertical ascent should
stop, to stay easy, begging the
question. There was
no one path to truth. You have
to find it in brown eyes.

So much to
bite, not being hungry.
Who sells the shells? Somebody
picks up the axe to finish
the job.

Where lies the fault in utopia?

Starting Synchro In Trinity

Satish Verma

Tracing a lonely,
fire trail, I will not tell you,
what happened.

The face of religion
was pelted. I was not able
to read the eyes of the animal.

The skin will change
the color in dark. You cannot
correct the tattoos. They
become invisible.

You can answer the visage
of addiction. I was crazy
about the exclusive
claim of my moon.

And you will become
artistic, writing your longing
in air.

Look, from where to
where we have come to
know each other.