Satish Verma Poems

Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.
...

you walk on wodden legs
a lump in breast, though benign
but kids are abducted from wombs;
a road map is spread on the dirty mat
...

Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
...

I could not take it, the fear.
Transient flesh
vibrant in a sunken ship.
...

Otherworldly, tactile retraction
of rainbows,
from the eyes of believers.
...

Your world collapses A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you
hunker down for the happenings didnot fit
...

searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only
...

Entering into hypersonic gridlock
you become one of the crowd;
remain devastated, slip into unconciousness,
...

What do you think
a redemption of a clone will work
in the galaxy of stars?
...

That fake encounter
takes place everyday amidst peels of darkness
and terror strikes you when you were
looking for the healing torch.
...