Satish Verma Poems

In a chilly moment
a metaphysical shadow
descends.
...

There was no rationale
of jinxed proxy. Let me sort
out the gifts of a no god.
...

After victim effect
of hibernation,
I was ready to take a call
of a sudden drop.
...

The pain physical.
I carve it in my mind, to
set it free― like the leaf going
to meet the ground.
...

You were at it again.
Ignoring the truth
of lies!
...

My killing instincts
were intact.
On this bloody moon day―
I must talk to myself.
...

Making them dead―
in a regal way,
you joined the bomb squad
of poems.
...

Smearing an uncut―
and whole moon on the forehead
of night―
...

The porus mind―
in the vacant chair, thinking
of infidelity or unbelieving― with
folded hands in prayer
...

A conspiracy of the sort.

This is what I wanted
from you.
...