Satish Verma Poems

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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The wind writes a name on the clouds
and sun wipes out the letters.
This game continues daily.
coming into life after every death.
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I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness.
A silent emotion was insulting me.
Forgetting the self-denial
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I must not go beyond sunset
to discover the consciousness of night,
Standing alone on a cliff
I was ready to jump for salvation
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Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
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A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white.
Again the heart cries.
I keep on knocking on the doors
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