Satish Verma Poems

Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.
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Living on fringe
he was stealing genes.
Fear of rebirth
started a dialogue with death!
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That grave alchemy
of cold fusion,
of turning mercury into gold,
makes me undone
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The reverse gravity pulls me
into timelessness,
holds me to become free from tremors.
The truth of zero morality
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The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
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To disconnect oneself
you push apart, from the stasis,
like flesh from the bones.
Coming home becomes dreadful
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You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger.
I was looking into your eyes,
something was amiss,
tears had become stones.
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Inadequately the clouds covered the moon
the wind was soft and silky.
The death of shadow was not complete.
Stars had fled from groans of night.
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Hired time felt that terminal import
was cloaked, and we were not ready
for the consolation.
Our conscience was giving a terrible blow
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They slaughtered the icon in captivity
as an act of mercy.
To know the secret of madness
why people were falling on knees?
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