Satish Verma Poems

Sparks are dimmed. No use
collecting them. I will burn my home
to get light.
My god was sleeping.
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the whispering voices
laid down the arms on the skull of the leader,
father of pain, then asked the guns to fire
a last volley towards home
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Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict
of soul and body on the right side of truth,
laid out on a table visited by desolation;
here comes the crash of bodies.
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Give me a moment of pause
in this eerie lull,
I do not want to call it a day.
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Fighting with his ghosts,
intimate dirt,
disseminating pain
he was going home.
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Shedding the wholeness of negation
you arrive: fear was sweeping the floor
when smoke screen of love was hung on
blue morning, you groped for a hidden
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On the night when vessel
was empty
grackle did not sing.
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blemish of the needle in eye spreads:
do you still see the moon in the hills,
outstripping the aura of midnight?
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eyes will chew the words
i will not see all day along, do you hear
my thoughts in the icicles of flames, my bones
jutting out of knuckles,
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the solid rock, from its tallest perch
was tumbling down, after navel – gazing –
in songs of darkness; had the hidden
aloofness in space and time,
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