Satish Verma Poems

What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real? Peace will never come.
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You were my mistake, O god
The road doesn't open now.

My hands cannot reach
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Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.
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Answering a question
of life and truth, we come near the
absurdity. A third eye opens
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Can you wash the words?
They have become very dirty. My
encounter with thorns was enlightening.
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In dark circles. You
were the target Plato sits at the
door. Socrates starts drinking hemlock.
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This is not that. I
have come from space to vacuum.
Let us walk together in the dark.
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No, my love, the sun
always rises after the darkness.
You have a heavenly sense of truth.
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Undaunted you call me
godfather, my heart. My message in
a storm will reach you one day.
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A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.
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