Satish Verma Poems

Till last moment, life can produce a meaning.
Of sky, stars and space between darkness and light.
I am not going to weigh the burden
and insult the ‘how’ of impossible,
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The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said:
“Clouds will talk to you now”
I turned around, looked up at the sky
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Sometimes horizon roams with moon
I pluck the stars
night drizzles from the dark clouds.
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Finally I found myself.
This book of life
had never been the same.
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Your unclaimers
will miss the date
with a lunatic world,
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There was once a worried face
who unbuttoned
a white fire
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An acid dropp burns your lips,
dares you to question
the continuity of crossroads.
Nowhere you reach.
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Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate
they were tracking you.
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Black fire was furtively raging
after the massacre of moon.
I still stood with feet of clay
to experiment with my lies.
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The twisted moon
moved horizontally,
plunged in cleavage
of dark trees
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