Satish Verma Poems

A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush
and kiss the jessamine.
...

Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself
I could not foresee an incoming missile.
...

Doing nothing, for no
obvious reason, engaging
the travails of self-watch, I do
not want to confront the propensity
...

Talking of obscenity
you were undressing
to show the scars.
...

A ghost truth
levels down,
the traffic. You enter
into catatonic stage.
...

From window to window―
a search begins,
for a healer.
...

Coming over here
to find me, in abstract meaning?
I was very much there in your eyes.
...

The who was
inside you.
I want to discover,
a foam-born deity,
...

No moon tonight
I had to find―
my path along the hedges
by fireflies.
...

Staring into nothingness―
the body clicks.
Smells the pungent fumes and/
cedes the suspension of tears.
...