Satish Verma Poems

Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma―
at mindless extremism.
Evolution of words,
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Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon―
walking on wet grass.
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Not thinking of you
in vacant mood.
Sometimes you want to put
questions to yourself.
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Touching your
glacier lips with my poems.
A splinter thought
has hogged the center stage.
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For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on―
the blade of a saber.
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Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda.
I will call you by different names.
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A fallout from your
waning smile, parades
a naked wound.
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The horses run like―
tiny dots, on horizon, to
meet inevitable.
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Your roses drink the
sun in dewy dawn. I catch the
speed of dying moon.
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Beyond the moon
spirit, I will wait for the
holocaust to disappear.
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