Satish Verma Poems

Belief will lynch all the vistas,
one by one,
for art of living,
to break the silence of innocence.
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It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom.
I step aside in the depressed window,
watch the overwhelming spillover.
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I care less,
walking on plateau.
Now,
mind rejects the peaks.
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The waves crash at your threshold.
You had given me lot of tears:
I was dying in me-
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A city dies in me
anacephalic.
A white sheet spreads/
blinding.
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I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life?
The chariot blew up in your face.
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Days are crisp,
nights chilled.
A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds,
prepares for a virgin assault.
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After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
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The seizure,
volatile it was,
the way to tell, for the things
he did not want to say.
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Give me the whole
of a fragment,
I am standing on a frozen lake
of inadequate compassion.
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