Satish Verma Poems

Icons of evolution and
loud men made a circle
of nihility, leaping high,
splashing the black perfume.
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A perpetual war between
frame and content feeds
the fire!
I step outside the house of thoughts.
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The spirit of hollow ideal
was not the thing,
I remained inconsolable.
Truth demanded endless pursuit.
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When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct
inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered

moon goes into a rage. Hungry vultures start
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DREAM

Ambling on beach in dark
when the lake laps the feet.
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Breaking the boundaries,
you released energy.
Life was an immense emptiness
with dotting of pain and sorrow.
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They were burned alive.
Most cherished to me,
betraying the functionality of a system,
interstitial asphyxiation took place.
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A complex ego:
lips on a flame
like Kama Sutra.
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The roses you bring every morning
become an interval between hope and ending.
Thinking about it, impulsively I
contradict God against humanity.
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This road will not take you to a theme.
In wind,
a pebble was making different strokes.
Hanging stones were hiding
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