Satish Verma Poems

That intense pleasure at the height of negation
haunts me
from the sense of weightlessness.
In praise of complaints I sacrifice my anger.
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I was tired of reshuffling the stars
in silent night.
Will you come and stay with me
for a while? I will give you
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Sometimes I will meet myself
in an unlikely spot
to tie the loose ends of fugitive life.
Run, run I used to tell
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Was it a spriritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly?
and how difficult it was
to change the street’s crowd?
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When insects were crawling
dreams had contradictions,
a sudden dropp in temperature
brought the quantum touch.
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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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Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.

Another funeral takes place
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A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding
from innocent rage.
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