Effrontery by Satish Verma
After scarring, the big gap confronts a mascot. The caster is telling a lie. Under shock and anger you start cursing the renegade truth. Black windows now perceive the light. Nobody wants to catch the dust now, falling from the stars. War of words comes to disarming of wailing hands. I reconcile with the setting sun. Back and forth, back and […]
Earthly Wounds by Satish Verma
Anatomy of fear, is revealed before me. Like a red flower opens. A shadowless figure, deathly-white holds my hand. You watch the wounded earth athirst, fumbling to catch the greens. Vomited blood when her womb was upturned to release the metal. Civet will leave the trail on convicted grass. The iron grip of greedy windows. The red ant hills were spewing white eggs. Now rains were […]
Drift Wood by Satish Verma
This politics of poverty erupts again, entrapped in arcane script. A code of words will find the fault lines. Coerced to wait in a black book, you start forgetting the rules of game. It hits you when you were writing a poem. At the end of the arguments a lynx eyed moon walks on the […]
Dream Landing by Satish Verma
Candle by candle you burn your dreams unflaying the blue veins. That makes you still beautiful hanging in sky. On the dead land your feet will not touch the pond. Stumbling I bring botanica to cover your innocent faults for telling the truth. That makes me feel guilty. I pretend to be not what I am. This is the time when I start hitting the road, […]
DOWNHILL JOURNEY by Satish Verma
There was no need of a sharp knife in Calvaria. Night was fighting with the moon. From a concealed canvas I could find, galloping, black horses were gone. A duplicate key does not work now. The lock had been replaced on the door. Stairs were climbing on my stale body. The snowy peaks will not melt in sun. Disrobing the blue skin, under a […]
Doom’s Day by Satish Verma
The rapture was on prowl to get the believers. You knew what you should not have known about the baby blue. Aphasia, experiences an impulsive violence, beyond the dead. Bionic hands to capture the moment of swapping uremia with swastika. A lake ravishes the moon. No body will sleep tonight. Who was behind the divination? […]
Discretion by Satish Verma
Some apologies for the anatomy. Stain – has shifted to moon. No fragrance, no color, no dewfall. Night has been spooked. Disconnected – I will meet the transparent truth about the lies of a prose. Sick earth will receive the dismembered verse in locked embrace of bloody limbs. Raw diamonds- will teach to play with sex in the house of terror. When – you forget the […]
Delinquency by Satish Verma
It was a complete disaster. I will listen to moon tonight, while writing your name on bikini top, holding the pigeons. The birds had abandoned the walnut tree in haste. Between them can you see a butchered image of little god, who broke the cold chain of flirting and sat on a rosette of tears […]
Death In Exile by Satish Verma
He had pulled in many springs but failed to find a heaven. Asked not to look away. In absences he tried to enter the wounds again. An aboriginal pain flies over my shoulder. A spiritual failure of mankind? Counting unctuously the birds nesting on an invisible tree. This narration has no vocabulary. Only oily sounds of original lunacy. You want to cover an […]
DEATH AND VISION by Satish Verma
The doubters will cross the coals after the raid. Apology will not be in attendance. Sitting on the throne of cold blooded assassination, do you think justice demands the revenge? Whom you are killing, the body or the spirit? Heads will roll after debriefing. O my god, politics always enters the fray, when you are […]
Cult of Lynching by Satish Verma
Mountains were coming down to never-home, in surreal rebuff to shaking earth; emerging from the shadows of sky. In groping for the legs this was the myth of lynching. You are drenched in the rains of promises. A kiss for each lethal penetration, for global time- you are becoming a wasteland borne out of swollen fingertips- who would not write any name. The many words […]
Crowding by Satish Verma
Interlude cheats: the mind fails to understand. Demining refutes the salt. You know: the self-knowledge takes you to a tormentor for intimate relationship. A dirty hand scrapes the script. A sudden flight, you do not want to face the sun. I pick up a book and hide my face. Parkinson’s dilemma: The psychic persona was shaking or tremors in thought. Now unclasping. Satish Verma
CROSSING THE DEAF by Satish Verma
A siege had an agenda for a suicide match. Treat him with dignity. A proxy face of a serial adultery. The collateral damage will not be undone. The aggressor denies the scrutiny. You will find some upheaved boats in his hideout. There cannot be any deniability for a long legged journey towards the hot coals. […]
Courting Fidelity by Satish Verma
It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog. A volcano was going to shed the sperms on your shirt. Satish Verma
Contraptions by Satish Verma
When I was arranging daffodils you send in tanks. The sky was overcast. When I was talking to clouds Fireballs are delivered. That signals the specific gravity is shifting to knobs. The artist was going to disappear. I think of faithfulls. How beautifully they talk of two moons. I had decided to quit when you send in a hymn. Satish Verma
Confessional Hurt by Satish Verma
Holding the ladder I was hungry looking at the waiting dawn. Raw landscape: narcissism forages the belly. Picking up the figs from passion flowers. Is that right? Can you sow the seeds on a cloud? Unclothed words? Stealthily a guerilla smashes a summary of centre. A falconer releases a prey to feed an anarchy. Satish Verma
Commerce by Satish Verma
The snarled monogamy needs a firework. A solitary moon walks on a lake nonchalantly. The marriage between the planet and moon was falling apart. In amphora lies the secret of a jeweled crown. Cynical berries were searching a quartz to find the truth of the bush where the colors were mixed. There is no further news of half-crazy stars who became pretty girls to start trading their […]
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
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?
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 […]