Satish Verma Poems

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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Are you genuine, I ask?
Your face, a stone wall,
I had been bruising my psyche against it.
I have no strength to bury myself alive,
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Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
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It was a fascinating night
like albino children playing in park.
I was gazing at sky.
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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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