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125 · Jul 2017
For Heaven's Sake
Satsih Verma Jul 2017
In shreds,
the day has passed.
At night, I will touch;
the unasked questions.

You were sending, the
soap bubbles, like
swans carrying the messages.

The weather changes. A
fantasy becomes real.
The moon has missed the night.

Like the Morse code, there was
a flurry of taps, the
blank paper flies for a rite.

It is dawn, breasted and melting.
125 · May 2017
Tulips Were Coming
Satsih Verma May 2017
Schizoidly I walked
with the moon― by night/
when you slept―
in my eyes.

I will leave my shadow
behind, one day
in dark.

Death is no exit. There was
no clear message for withdrawl.
The enemies were drawing near.

I will not push the cart.
There was no bunker homicide.
Hidden marriage bears the fruit.

Truth was behind me
I am naked like a candlestick.
The religion puts out the light.
125 · Sep 2017
Uncrafted
Satsih Verma Sep 2017
To become yourself,
declaring war―
for inequality.

Who was supremacist
in the pygmy owls―
nondescript voices?

The termites had
stopped making
anthills as nest.

The tall grass
now hides the migrant
labourers.
125 · Oct 2018
Apocalyptic
Satsih Verma Oct 2018
A lone tree
waits.

The song of
flames.Dib. dub.
Dub, dib.

The ocean was
rising. Make a wall
of tears.

Nobody would
listen to the-
rage of earth.
Brown men still
drink tea.

A lone tree
waits.
125 · Sep 2021
Bowls Are Empty
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
I am developing awareness
of your parted lips. Something was
left to say, your ankles had stopped ringing,

I am not a holder of
candles. Want to stay in the dark to
look at the falling moon on the burning pyre.

Barefoot I walk on the
hot ashes, after the collective suicide
of the utopia, without a war.
125 · Dec 2023
Beyond the Horizon
Satsih Verma Dec 2023
The cost of suffering,
you will not tell, O god I look
at sky. You are dangerous.

The kingdom and the
silent moon. I am not in exile. The echo
of voiceless pain asks me to smile.

Do not go into solitude.
The purity of heart gives a lesson.
Your love will not break a mirror.
125 · Mar 2019
Taking Sand Bath
Satsih Verma Mar 2019
You don't wish to
become involved with yourself-
until the enigma was
unlocked.

You speak allusively,
when I ask for the
embrace of blind pains.

I don't remember
when you enticed me under
the weight of guiltless
surrender.

Moon drops a word.
Lake drinks a potion.
The clouds gather.

I read a poem.
Mystery deepens.

I was not ready to crumble,
you will not melt in moonlight.

Nobody opens the door.
125 · Oct 2023
You are the Key
Satsih Verma Oct 2023
The misery was in you,
as an element of energy to display
the dimorphism of erotica.

When I asked you to
stand, you stood, as a transcendent
for a rare empirical love.

Where was the big
field to **** the dancing mannequins?
It was a celestial game for the assassin.
125 · Oct 2019
Who Was Creator?
Satsih Verma Oct 2019
I am scared.
You are becoming human,
looking back at the
colored leaves falling in autumn.

Was your pain
ripened? And you bled
poems? Ah you were the-
first wooly animal!

Surreal. Dancing
with beautiful words to
entice the lies. To woo
the narcisstic mode.

Thought of dying
shimmers like a fish in silvery
water. I won't throw
the net in your eyes.

River will not drink
its water.
125 · Jun 2018
Virtual Images
Satsih Verma Jun 2018
A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of
******* or a war―
you want to start, after a
little infidelity?

It was not a dumb
pleading. The orange moon
burns every night.

Some ****** deaths,
and conversations about
this side of murders are needed
to be addressed.

Water and earth, both
were becoming hot and cold.
Nothing was good,
nothing was bad.

The white gowned ghosts
wanted to become benign.

Who was playing God?
125 · Jun 2018
For Intensive Eyes
Satsih Verma Jun 2018
There was something
between the lips.
You will not recite my name.

A muted word―
becomes a psalm at
execution. There was no
crowd to witness the grace.

If I prepare a book of
all my defeats, would you
write obituary.

The antiquities had become
alive. This was the beauty
of lunacy.

And the saint was dead
without meeting his god.
125 · Mar 2018
The Stony Heart
Satsih Verma Mar 2018
Looking in your hazel
eyes, I was thinking.

I don't need
second coming. I want
you once for all.

After assassination
of a live truth, I will wear
a cap without an emblem.
I was moving away from the crowd,
after burning the dead.

Why it was so loud?
It was a gratuity? After the
bloodbath, do you still need a bank?

My God, I am tired
of you. Seeds were scattered
for the love birds. I don't find the
moon break.

No about-face
I was still proceeding
towards the lake of tears.
124 · Mar 2018
Distressing Call
Satsih Verma Mar 2018
Fear returns to
glass jars. The generic gap
flutters in narrow
basin.

The caged image. Regency
starts burning. The
divide widens. Your fidgety
fingers roll the stiletto.

Premonition. You condone
the crucifixion, beheadings. I
heal the broken limbs,
punctured hearts.

The striped, elegant walk
on the ramp. I dream of
empty bowls. The rubber
mannequin smiles.
124 · Sep 2018
Will Not Speak
Satsih Verma Sep 2018
You have clean hands.
You don't hide.
I can read your signs.

The rising violence
makes the rich tombs. You
stand like a Buddha.

From the ashes, you
can build a Homer's Troy.
I will not visits the site.

The legacy of moon
suffers. The doormats become
rich. Why fake daddies?

A brain stops midway
in jungle of no words.
You want to sing.

You are scared of me
for receiving the gifts.
124 · Jul 2023
Forgive None
Satsih Verma Jul 2023
In your agony, what you want
to make love with stars? Can you bring
down the flames rising without coals?

Deaf and dumb, but beautiful,
king cobra kills and swallows the junior
ones. Mob watches. There are two lives.

No tolerance was needed
to ripen the pain of sun. When the
ocean dries up, fireworks start.
124 · May 2018
Great Leap
Satsih Verma May 2018
The stones will speak for
river bed― a perfect home
for drowned principles.

Like shrew you enter
the belly of jewels to talk
to a bronze Buddha.

He stands in vigil,
your godhead, after the thieves
plundered the frames.

The small hands pointing
the pistols at the heads of
ancient fathers.
124 · Sep 2018
Coming Under The Wheels
Satsih Verma Sep 2018
Highly vitiated was
your kitchen. I assume
I was dead on your table.

The halo was fading.
Stage was set for a showdown
between the believer and the iced river.

The red carpet had been
folded. Chief guest― the black
death of sun was not coming.

There would be no
ceremony to alleviate the
aches of separation.

I may resume my
journey to deep ocean, now
since you are flying wingless broom..

The ants have found the carcass.
124 · Aug 2017
Balancing Act
Satsih Verma Aug 2017
Collecting the dirt,
a speechless drama unfolds.

Now you can hear the―
wails of buried amnesia.

You can touch now the footsteps
where the activist fell.

The gift of bleeds coming
from the saddened past;

the space was expanding―
to accommodate missed abortions.

My limbs giveaway gathering,
the blackberries of moon.
124 · Feb 2018
Eyeshades
Satsih Verma Feb 2018
Your body, intense―
eats the sins,
dedicated to hunger OF temple.

Weeping windows
will speak for ground zero
from where you picked up the rosary.

Would you invoke
the spirits of owls, who would
not open their eyes in day light?

This was the thought
of the moment. I hail
the half-finished kiss.

There was an allegro
in the outskirts of moon.
I wanted to wear a mark.
124 · Nov 2023
Black Berries
Satsih Verma Nov 2023
Daily it was a war. Aftermath
there is death. I am evacuating one
by one my bones. Your thoughts begin a funeral.

Sophia, why do you need
an epitaph again. Life is very cruel.
Why to remember to receive the awards.

Who was a stupid
to build a new world? You keep on
teaching the stars that sun is going to die.
124 · Apr 2020
Beyond Infinity
Satsih Verma Apr 2020
I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.

Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.

Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.
124 · Nov 2019
Help Me
Satsih Verma Nov 2019
Love hours.
When you cover your
face with hands,
light dims.

I enter your interocular
space, to understand the
truth ofdissent.

I am learning
from you about the black
theory. You wanted to-
take titanic steps
in small feet.

Human facts.
I cannot breathe.
You possess the power of
manipulation.

A bird doesn't know.
124 · May 2019
Moon Path
Satsih Verma May 2019
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.
124 · Jan 2018
The Thinning Faith
Satsih Verma Jan 2018
The whipped up temper
for a mass destruction―
of thoughts. A squeaking floor,

summons the―
last measure of strength, to manipulate
the blackboards,

to draw skylights,
to do everything to bring in
the hope.

A fracturing dilemma
seeks annexation from the blind faith.
You had started doubting on yourself.

Beyond the high pitched
dramatics of banging doors, I
stand below the windows for harmony.
124 · Jul 2024
We are not Equaled
Satsih Verma Jul 2024
Too careful to forget
me. The spring will bring the slaps on
the face. Scores of pain will release butterflies.

A dream wears a
body. The moon was sleeping with
me to explode. I will start burning.

They killed the hummingbirds.
I stopped to talk. O my god, eternal bones
become axes to **** you.
124 · Jan 2021
The Grim Encounters
Satsih Verma Jan 2021
Light comes, light goes. You
enter my poems to subdue the stings.
Four alphabets keep me alive.

Why it had to happen.
Missed you, watching you, disappearing
in clouds.Cannot see your footprints.

The yellow dust covers
all the dawn's beauty, settling on
the eyebrows of rising sun.
124 · Feb 2019
Beat The Clouds
Satsih Verma Feb 2019
You cannot **** the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.

Where you placed the
thumb imprint, it was fake.
Big hands did't move.

It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.
124 · Dec 2020
Inevitable
Satsih Verma Dec 2020
When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.

To bring down sun's
corpse, I kiss your song, so that
rainbow kills the clouds.

Let's go to the land
between two rivers and collect
Babylon jewels for ever.
124 · Aug 2017
Portraits
Satsih Verma Aug 2017
I resent.
Will remain that
I am.

No fissures. Frozen
mind. I am not thinking.

Peeling off the day
layer by layer. Fear
refuses to cross the street.

Not becoming.
Not carrying any weight.
The journey collects only―
the names.

No peaks. Restraint
I say to dark. Light
was waiting.
124 · Dec 2023
Sitting on Hive
Satsih Verma Dec 2023
Water and flares were
walking together. Who survives to
ask the god to give justice?

The deep well of
our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want
to collect the knowledge. It kills.

Love is not yours.
No light helps. It burns the core
of the heart. I have discovered my path.
123 · Jan 2018
From Suicidal Angle
Satsih Verma Jan 2018
You become a crimson
dusk in a sea of greens.
The cost of the ******
had increased.

With lock and key you
can enter a new era of
misunderstandings
and misquotes.

The fertility cult skips
the gravel, catches hold
of thighs and climbs
the fame.

Healer was in great
despair. Grape seeds were
ready to sell the garden
of honeysuckles.

Oh novice, don't go alone
in the war-zone of suicide―
bombers. They were looking for
the witch in breaches.
123 · Oct 2023
Some Stories
Satsih Verma Oct 2023
Building my ruins
again. There was no pain out
of love. Unreality was valid.

My voice is changing to
recuse the black thoughts. No
moon comes near me any more.

I want to become as
I was, to renew the nakedness of
truth. Life has made it *****.
123 · Apr 2018
Referendum
Satsih Verma Apr 2018
The sins of mortals
have become ordinary.

You can breathe like
nekton, in deep ocean of
idyllic mind.

Pull out your hubris like
a tinkling coin and rub it with your―
body / let it become *****.

The wayward emotion and
illuminati will meet for the
first time/on the turf.

Desire wins ultimately.
You pick up a red rose
and place it along the jasmines.

Acceptance comes after the fall.
123 · Jun 2023
No Hierarchy
Satsih Verma Jun 2023
Oh god, be a human
and read the book of my pain.
It was different from incarnation

After the accident of
birth, you start covering my bruises.
I was stitching your patches.

Look my truth, I always
follow you to learn you, to teach me,
heal myself and never leave you alone.
123 · Jun 2017
Green Vision
Satsih Verma Jun 2017
In a starry night
an adolescent thought starts
a rivalry. A baby moon squirms.
No hour was safe from terror in dark.
I climb the stairs breathlessly.

The great divide deepens in hearts.
Incisors bite the tongue,
grey cells bleed inside.
Thick ash has not stopped the cinders
smouldering under the veils of flushed peace.
Cupped tears wash the feet of death,
a caravan of words moves desolated,
cutting on the edges, before you say
goodbye to green vision.

Today I am pulling out the nails
from the walls. No hangings of departed centuries.
No portraits of exiled flames.
Only the face of truth, burning
at the interface of unthruths.
123 · Jul 2024
Untouchable
Satsih Verma Jul 2024
I am not your
truth. Time filters.
Wait until I change.

Trapped, we fell
together, centuries back
at the edge of the moon.

When I ask who
you are. You become my
shadow under the sun.
123 · Feb 2019
At Equidistance
Satsih Verma Feb 2019
Being rationalist
you wanted a secret sun
in your dark house.

Brainless also sleeps.
Season was not right for me
I was planting words.

The weird norms of
the parapsychology.
Why do I read mind?
123 · Jul 2017
Sparkling
Satsih Verma Jul 2017
Moon in dying
on the icy bridge

as I stand in fog to hear the music
of hung verdict you are

not playing the carnal game

a threadbare dawn
still waits
for the liquid sun,

the moosewood is going to start a striptease
123 · Jun 2023
How will you Walk with Me?
Satsih Verma Jun 2023
The rapture has an
event. It will happen when the moon
sleeps, and only an ally guards the sun.

The regal game begins. Legs
want security to run to meet the
river of illusions. That brings happiness.

The man will continue with
his nature, to reach the highest
morals. I live alone in the eyes of a dying angel.
123 · Jun 2024
Touch Me Not
Satsih Verma Jun 2024
Where do I go now?
The Sky is burning and larks are
invoking unheard screams.

In crisis you bow out.
I want to stop breaking hearts.
O colossus, violence is rising.

On the wall sits a buddha
in prayer. He wants to make
peace. I dream to commit suicide.
123 · Apr 2021
This Wound Was Not Mine
Satsih Verma Apr 2021
You forget to remember,
you were spinning very fast. The
sun was becoming black.

In moon-rise ritual the-
attitude slumps. It was difficult
to catch the fireflies.

You have a terrible mind.
Your mirror does not reflect. It
bribes the light not to come near.
123 · Mar 2018
Lost Vision
Satsih Verma Mar 2018
The pain cycle
celebrates the pitfall,
dedicates to the eternal flame
of catharsis.

Syllables were ready to
burn word by word,
orchestrated for a
random repeat.

Like blue veins opening
in dark without spilling the―
blood. But no answers
were coming to compliment you.

Image of self in mirror
sometimes frightens. Now
you begin living without―
body, metaphysically.

A bonfire starts.
123 · Jul 2021
Freedom To Kill
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
Perseverance, I am
falling and falling in your eyes.
You don't blink, making decision

Divining-who predicts
you have lost face. Conjecture? You
speak, stepping out your skin.

The right to bend down before
Agni after the dream, becomes true. You
make yourself ready to confront defamation.
123 · Feb 2021
I Don't Find You
Satsih Verma Feb 2021
Lips frozen by xenophobia.
I was ready for the disjunction between
the republic and the crossed border.

It does not work. Hovering
over the pyre against fire. The wax palace
was ready to go in place of scapegoat.

Do you think this was a
universal failure? For human existence
I will write the anthem with blood.
Satsih Verma Aug 2017
I was not afraid of the clock, ticking,
dividing your attention. A guarded
withdrawl of the statement, had
brought a comic relief to the distraught
vicitims.

Caving on guns, the
mustard cloud could wipe out
the entire generation.

The tender bodies
wrapped up in white cloaks,
ready to be sent back
to mother's womb: earth.

Why a sun wanted to
pass out gingerly?
122 · Mar 2021
An Epoch Turns Blind
Satsih Verma Mar 2021
Grammarly it hurts.
The pale eyes ****. I clap and ****
the smile. Someone knocks at the door.

Stage was empty. Not
finding any movement. The seminudes
don't want to display cuts and bruises.

Vertigo. My gloves hang.
Wearing a mask, takes away the vibes.
Words sleep on lips. I become dumb.
122 · Feb 2024
No Contradicts
Satsih Verma Feb 2024
No answers help.
Can we become old together?
My wet poems were for mankind.

You carry the weight of my
love. I am trying to discover myself
You need noises to live. Silence would ****.

The moon was my soulmate.
Don't make death your friend. I am
asking god to change his style.
122 · Sep 2017
When The Attack Comes
Satsih Verma Sep 2017
Like a tantric I will
gather you and make you sleep
in my eyes.

In lantern festival, I
will be fighting dark
with hundred wicks.

The dead will come
back to talk about their
amputated thumbs.

You had no bona fides
to tell me how blue were
my aches.

I don't find any metaphor
in this qualified decay,
wiping my glasses to see clearly.
122 · Sep 2023
No Praise
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
It was the geometry of the
circle. Something was fishy in collecting
the knowledge of undying. You were your enemy.

You say time to become
warrior. Spell it out, the ****** of
unarmed black birds.

You must move. Don't
stand like a milestone. Will you try avant-garde
to read the footprint of tall humans?
122 · Sep 2019
Crossing Death Zone
Satsih Verma Sep 2019
You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames
of a burning god.

Walk to the potter's
field, where books are
buried in wraps.

In the wasteland,
you can search the frozen
tears of Zen.
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