Satish Verma Poems

Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes
...

When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.
...

Someone connects a bonsai to elemental peat.
Your visual collides a clay bite
of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence.
My primrose was waiting for you.
...

It was inheritance of pain. I should
have known. Incontinent, she was scared
to hug me: the child, after the rape. Shepherding
the lacerations: petrified, a body of lad
...

Shall we go like innocents with heavy
breathing in the pool of blood to find
the innerconnectivity of a boldly beautiful
death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine?
...

Signs versus shadows in city
of reasons burst amnion.
White cranes manipulate black clouds,
smudge the nomenclature.
...

Our mouths go dry
at midnight charter on papyrus leaf.
Are we reverting back to pristine stone reliefs?
...

Gladioli stand in a tantric daze
under siege of prism. The colors fall dangling,
unsettling silent memories.
...

In pinnate physicals, the thing,
moves like a stark terror
savagely. A primal fear
...

An outcast, stripped and beaten
up, the sickle moon
smears the clouds with blood.
...