Satish Verma Poems

It will not happen
again, the eye contact
with swaying moon.
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Why bewildered?
There is always something
to say to unknown,
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Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey
night of terror.
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Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door
to deliver acorns.
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I dreamed of you.
Otherworldly. Blue and tender.
Not my pain anymore.
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In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you,
I suffer intensely.
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I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.
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Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the
spirit of water.
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A sparrow knits the―
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.
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December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.
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