Satish Verma Poems

You to whom, I
am lost, the remaining pain
will fetch the grace―
poise and dignity of
...

Salt-of-the lips.
You never know, how it hurts
the bigotry.
...

Arithmetic becomes poetry,
when you start counting the stars in Milky Way.

Light will cross
...

When silence stays alone
in the hollow of the eyes,
would you come?
In the audacity of
...

My bronzed speech is available,
accepting the defeat of daffodils.
I will not write an elegy.
...

The weight of the ideology
flattens your upheaved chest.
You speak, what you did not want to say.
...

One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the
bank of a dried river.
...

Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the
flowers beheading.
...

You were lost
in this brutal world
I was a failed truth.
...

Shy from finding
the depth of your being?
I was walking on the
cobbled shadows.
...