Satish Verma Poems

Take off the glasses and
look at it closely, the infant
universe of the ―
receding age.
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There was no secret
among mountains.
Clouds were their adopted siblings.
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Like sly coyotes
you move around
the fireballs. You switch off
the earthly lights. They are
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Not begging,
for a native dream;
hiding an ocean in the eyes.
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Unmaking the bond
between cause and effect.
You start throwing stones
as a mark of intimacy.
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A tiny doubt sends out
the solvos. Self on fire,
you want to bail out the hierarchy.
Physically imperfect, a star
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Moon was not faraway.
It rejected the evidence against the rhyme
and proceeded to release
the poem.
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Under the holy basil,
lighting the earthen lamp,
whom do you invoke at dusk?
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The winds ruffle the
solitude. Sparrows were
watching me.
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How much honest you were
while climbing the stairs,
to inherit the shame of century,
invoking the remains?
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