Satish Verma Poems

That yellow moon haunts me again
and overleaps my sleep.
I do not dare to walk in the graves
of your eyes. The palace
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Watching the wilting dividers,
wanted to declock the time
in timeless death:
though life must move on.
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When I flew into a storm
my words collided with thunder
and stars fell on ashes of dead.
I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze
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The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.
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A felled tear reflects the rainbow.
I wait for the night.
Moon had promised an audience.
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seething yet silent in land of outrage:
strictures of life,
my eyes will not see the setting sun;
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And, it tore through dumb claim;
the fakes had commingled with
the truth. Nowhere my soul
found peace.
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Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.
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I was standing in the pawn-
shop to make up my mind. They
were changing the price of human skin.
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A truth does not need a
crowd. I walk alone, when you
don't move. Moon will undo.
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