Satish Verma Poems

Nothing to say in
infinite sky. The harvest moon
knows, the axes are coming.
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I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will
follow the ending day, Make me moon.
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You are trying to steal
me from me. I will remain quiet like
the sealed lips of rising moon.
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After the monologue, you
stand on the other side of the moon,
when between lines, nothing was left.
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In paucity of love
You become the wanderer from one
beehive to another.
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The razor-thin gap between
us has been very nostalgic. I pick daily
the rose thorns to prick my conscience.
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When you laugh, your
eyes spill magic. What you did
not give me is raining.
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Blazing in my blood,
you were coming down, yellow moon.
No, not you were my enemy.
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My half-written poem
right on the long track of truth, was
never finished after losing heaven.
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Prickly love, I have
come to bleed. A size of moon
was always shadowing the charisma.
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