Satish Verma Poems

Coming to cephalic withdrawl,
sharing a deadly delusion,
O my world -
I will not ask,
...

Today,
small things ask some uncomfortable
questions. I enter the eye of a wound.
...

You gave it
when you were poor.
Today I went to unwrap the gift.
The soul! Ripping out from the body
...

hopscotch, retrieve a pebble
from the lake,

sitting under a tall tree
...

Lips tremble
like sentinels
when legs burn like candles
whole night,
...

Again I scare myself
of the very thing.
Moon was landing on lake
for inward probe.
...

take back your smile,
the fish has died in my hands;
nowhere you have touched me
deep in the brutal corona of a black moon -
...

Blood and bones
become qualification
watching and being watched.
...

like ether, permeating all space
mesmerizing,
he walked away, head of his enemy
in his hand,
...

Strange thoughts give words
a pain. A mountain unfolds
a tunnel.He who carries a vase of ashes
must enter the gate to plot a path
...