Satish Verma Poems

The trail in mind, you had
a problem, before the coming of Him.

A quest, a a question, became
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Like a meteorite streaking
through the sky, iron
and nickel, for a proxy collision
with hidden destiny.
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Treading gently, trying
to feel close to the heat of
the cardinal sins, why
you were not able to take off
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The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy
as the past, untelling the
future of midnight onslaughts.
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You were collecting the
clocks, to stall
the time; for a pathless journey
to nowhere.
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The unthinking begins again
watching a lunar
explosion.
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The wayfarer, searching
for the leaf-pains―
fallen from the lone tree.
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In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured
to the spirit of Buddha?
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After the skin, the corti
were trying to measure the silence
before the cloudburst.
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The knot was broken
from the waist,
as if we were struck
by a bolt.
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