Satish Verma Poems

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass
to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding
behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding,
a loaded eloquence, opening a diaglogue with self,
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A scented moon caves in
on a tree top
and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud,
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For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
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Somewhere in between slumber and arousal
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories.
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts.
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away.
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I will make amends with me today,
stop fighting with myself.

Unthinkable to live without pain,
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I tossed back the hot questions
before searching the answer.
Flaming torso of a limbless man
was seeking a place to rest his soul.
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The evening opens a wound,
a secret agony.
It neither heals nor gives solace.
The sacred whore who liberates herself
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I did not will them
dreams of crystals
a stupid calendar of flight
from insomnic past.
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It was not worth it.
Building of castles on the dirty roads.
Offering spiritual coalition
of unscented certainties.
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I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears.
Night had a brackish taste,
the other side of moon was dark.
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