Satish Verma Poems

That mad truth.
The unborn was knifed
long back. Now you throw―
the net in the crowd.
...

Break your silence.
Stay for me.

Face-to-face, after
...

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.
...

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.
...

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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It was fear and anguish.
You were talking about evil. Returning
evil to evildoer. I touch your psyche.
I am not happy. Some thing is burning inside.
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Silent go the dead
on the moon,
to know the secret of its smile.
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Self-searching was most difficult for me
one by one the years had gone by.
Remaining taciturn I move inwardly,
try to read the verdict on the wall,
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We always searched for the center,
the dark hole of a naked mind.
World moved in concentric rings,
like onion peels.
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