Satish Verma Poems

Talking to wet moons
one day I asked, were you absconding
from Mars. There was a big laugh.
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Silence speaks one day
between the words without noise,
omitting the pain.
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Incomplete love
was like half-moon. You cover
yourself with wordless solitude.
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Stalking each desire,
you want to extinguish the sparks.
Love was no more a weapon.
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It comes rolling out
from the trees, a sliced moon
inside out, undressing. Pain
quietly walks away.
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The rose month is coming
I am not ready to receive the guest.
Mistletoe will takeover
With folded hands wind was blowing
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Hold the innocence,
at brink of sliding death.
Formless learning never answers
the questions of life
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In the untouchable dream,
night floats tugging at my sleeve
pain moves like a cloud.
My silence swells. A terrified impulse
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The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth
I search for the absolute
in vain. Can I remove the emptiness
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Ending of the thought
does not bring a lull.
It is a sequel beyond
my reach. An old extrication,
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