Satish Verma Poems

Talking of existence and being,
amidst chaos and misery
my heart aches. In truth,
I become a shred of broken
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In twilight
the sickle moon,
waits for the dark.
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Muzzle the ape, that
bleeds the tall tree,
tearing apart the blue birds.
I saw it coming.
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Moment of truth.
Bougainvilleas
on grass.
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That mad truth.
The unborn was knifed
long back. Now you throw―
the net in the crowd.
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Break your silence.
Stay for me.

Face-to-face, after
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It is.
What you don't think,
and don't want to share. Nothing.
Kamikaze― divine wind
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An earthy scent
rises, when―
you rain in me.
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No ending of the story. The loose thread hangs.
Journey again starts at the termination.
The smell is something of enigma.
I am again dissecting the body of a stale corpse.
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Like burning coals on the tongue
the words smoulder the ardour.
I cannot pursue a thought of untruth
for sake of remainin alive.
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