Satish Verma Poems

An answer becomes a question
without an effort.
The world hisses
in filaments of joy.
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Where the laughter ends,
sorrow makes an entry.
The black cloud drifts towards you,
a gift of unknown to nameless.
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I was very restless today
somebody had overplayed the hand
to grab the absolute.
Light was searching the earth
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How can you salvage the theme of god
from the forbidden knowledge?
Must affinities have a reason?
The precarious life hangs
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I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars,
while death was always near,
circling the house.
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If the lineation wins,
I will not pardon myself
the dots on flesh will glare.
A dummy hurricane,
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Some depth,
my thoughts never touched,
the moonlight fades on my window.
The vague gratification,
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Too many mongrels on road
chasing inbred hymens,
while walking I try to find
who was not unipolar.
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The enormous evil pours
its darkness on streets.
Violence throws its tentacles.
Overpowering fear stalks
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It was happening.
It was a perverse state,
one by one we were tearing apart,
our wholeness, our human heritage.
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