Satish Verma Poems

The moment of truth
for a flower seller.
Sun will not rise today.
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Yearning to reach you
like out of body experience.
Dreams will not agree.
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Cause of things―
finding in myself in solitary
manner, reaping
the harvest of failures.
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For image breaking
I exile myself
for one half-god
to lick my scars.
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Not scared by stings
I will carry you in river to―
put you behind sun.
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Like the xenia effect
the terror
was changing the landscape.
Will you become my eyes
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Nothing to think for,
at this moment. Faceless fears―
like pine needles,
prick the toes in walk.
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Searching in your
rainbow eyes
relics of past.
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To know, who I am…
in the name of truth.

We move in different circuits.
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Your frozen words float
like flakes
falling from invisible lips.
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