Satish Verma Poems

Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor
ejects the foul nerves.
...

Looking in your hazel
eyes, I was thinking.

I don't need
...

Part of me― like a morpheme,
you are leaving.
Now I will stand without legs.
...

As it appears―
as if nothing stops you and
the spring will ask the direction.
Like a bipolar, I will swing
...

Dressed to assassinate,
not having much hope.
Were you really―
serious for me?
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Visible
of invisible blues―

the hesitancy
...

Unhinged
in final descent.

A distrust starts
...

An executioner
gazes up into your eyes,
hotting up the gazella.
...

The pain cycle
celebrates the pitfall,
dedicates to the eternal flame
of catharsis.
...

‘Twas your ghost
to secure the promise,
that you would not commit
yourself to the story.
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