Satish Verma Poems

Walking in shadows
with bated breath to find
the sun. Your forehead was telling
my destiny.
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You will not
nudge the war within.
I was waiting by your side.
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You should stop
telling me, that you don't
deserve me.
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Waging a war
for peace. Rage of
silence abates.
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Let the opus begin
in evening robes. Your hazel
eyes will speak,
will not shame the knifed trust.
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I wanted to speak out
in hindsight. Details were
of no relevance.
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Packed like sardines
your dreams,
break one by one in fine dew.
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Standing at the edge
of soreness,
stopping by a waning moon.
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To the vacant chair
I would talk―
when you are not there.
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Do not want to be
judged by trivia. Only
non-words would appeal me.
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