Satish Verma Poems

Let’s not go,
let’s not reach anywhere.
The toenails have started digging in the earth,
to make peace with the distress response
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Again the panic grips.
Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented
rafflesia growing in abundance.
Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape.
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That tribal instinct sits in the denial.
Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings.
I was ready for the impeachment.
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I will deceive the immortality
in my inadequacy, between myself
and a messy belief.
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He was wading through the frozen pain
unhappy at himself.
Staring vacantly at the blurred stars.
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Priests of cave temple
go to sleep. Street urchins
drink the thinner, eat nail polish,
crushed lizard for a kick and then
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In last journey he wanted to have
a free run without rumors
of reconciliation.
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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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