Satish Verma Poems

Something was always missing around
one had to die daily.
To find out, what?
Just a slip of time,
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Faded years come back with a vengeance
Clutching your sorrows.
And you were walking on the burning coals.
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The decline is steep and fast
Life groans
under the debris of charities.
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In unthinkable death how do you carry
yourself?
An intimate dialogue with death
Fearless, undaunted.
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I am asking
who is calling the shots?
The time makes noise,
and silence brings pain.
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Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights
unlearning the human commitment.
Hunger was his weapon
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After drawing a self-portrait,
I want you to believe
that I am not in it.
The style of rebellion cannot be judged by
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When I am completely denuded
Of my tremors,
I come at peace with my skin.
Burnt by raw blaze of reality
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Onlooker to your own empty life, you try to conceal
it was not that simple, to confess in silence.
Pain was the first question,
I give no answer.
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Question of me,
vanquishing the existence, arises again,
At times life repeats the horror.
Insufficiency of a heart builds an orphanage,
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