Satish Verma Poems

It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
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That intense pleasure at the height of negation
haunts me
from the sense of weightlessness.
In praise of complaints I sacrifice my anger.
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Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.

Another funeral takes place
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A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding
from innocent rage.
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I must accept the insignificance
and solve the puzzle of night.
Possessed sunlight always pursues
the shadows of words.
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Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm.
I take a dip in anonymity.
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Death will not wait.
Locked in bruises,
I want eternity.
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I intend to move away from myself
as apologia for sadness,
Could not give up the zen,
powerless, breathless, drowning,
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The panther goes for the neck only.
A body trembles on the stairs.
Scarred bones are strewn around in
the broad day light.
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To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.
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