Satish Verma Poems

Sometimes I will meet myself
in an unlikely spot
to tie the loose ends of fugitive life.
Run, run I used to tell
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Was it a spriritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly?
and how difficult it was
to change the street’s crowd?
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When insects were crawling
dreams had contradictions,
a sudden dropp in temperature
brought the quantum touch.
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You put up a price on all
the gifted items.
I was not ready to pay back in dreams.
Wanted to tell you
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King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
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Between the yellow moon
and black stones
pours the river of mourning
in maze of silent night.
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For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin
for a cultural shock.
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For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death,
the coming of cessation, I was waiting.
Tomorrow must come
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In situ,
a pod holds a promise,
in the wake of a terrorist bomb.
Peace,
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there was a tree rose
piercing me and killing me, I thought
it was cheating on me after the sunset
when moon was walking alone
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