Satish Verma Poems

Night enters into the drift.
I get through a fossil, quite beyond
the light, a search begins for a tortured
being in some ideal’s mire.
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Tonight moon will write a poem
on my hand
about an almond love.
I find a breeze.
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Monologue of a monolith
to live in a moment
was futile. A young house was in disorder.
Not listening, I would find the missing links.
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When the street was becoming alive
man had become a charged bull,
goring the god to death.
My father wept, took the corpse home,
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Never in those sizzling conflicts
displaying the pink eyes
you were able to reach me.
Was it metagenesis,
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Coming to cephalic withdrawl,
sharing a deadly delusion,
O my world -
I will not ask,
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Today,
small things ask some uncomfortable
questions. I enter the eye of a wound.
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You gave it
when you were poor.
Today I went to unwrap the gift.
The soul! Ripping out from the body
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hopscotch, retrieve a pebble
from the lake,

sitting under a tall tree
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Lips tremble
like sentinels
when legs burn like candles
whole night,
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