Satish Verma Poems

A quivering mud lamp under the basil
was sending signals for benign inconsistencies
and a covert interceptor
to stop a death to himself.
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Trapped in staircase,
huddled in dark,
you cannot go up.
you cannot go down.
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When life falls apart
you do not pick up the shadow.
It is the shadow, which
gathers you in arms.
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Keep the paper blank,
do not write anything new.
Words were abducted earlier also
Let the truth speak from the folds
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After rolling the story of wrong sex by teeth
the sheen comes off the subway
and a hanging moon starts rotating
a lonely earth.
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Vexed at a long sit in,
after collision
we will meet at a canal
in the watery grave.
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Will you tell me what it was
the unknown of the known?
When you step into the eyes of stangers
you start talking without uttering a single word.
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Spurred the kerosene
to burn the logistics.
I had moved on untrodden snow
of tanned gifts.
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Wearing a skin
where flesh had melted
in blankness.
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It was inheritance
of age
before the mirrors
for the language of windows.
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