Satish Verma Poems

After the blast, the
morning gets wise, and
does not spill the sun.
...

Shedding the knowledge
I was aware of emptiness,
that will allow me
to watch from afar―
...

I do not remain happy
with noises of wisdom.
Time was running out on me
to know myself.
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How many light years you―
have, when I walk
in dark?
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A freak hailstorm of
proposition, makes you―
deaf and mute. The sex
orientation― will not remain the same.
...

Out of ambit― you resume
the surfing again― on
yellow tulips―
in misting valley.
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Coming to an end the
consecration. The land will
not give you any god.
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I did not mean to hurt.

Do not try to flute―
drinking the lianas,
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You have kept the
script― to age in dark,
silent night.
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Aghast at the―
burning brutality and domination
of the glaring sun, I will
ask the moon, when will
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