Satish Verma Poems

This night of the long vigil
has betrayed my soul.
Columns of smoke arise
from the landscape of shrines.
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I will cross the twilight zone
to meet you in zero space
negating the fear.
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Where death
and exotica meet,
life stands naked
in midst of our sacred hymns,
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Life invades the truth.
Who cares?
The night was thin,
my eyes will search for stars.
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How to begin
the journey of truth?
it was moving away from all paths.
No concrete answers were there,
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An evening primrose glides,
on my rough hands.
I pluck a laugh from the lips,
of a parched face.
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After lighting a paper lamp
on water, I ask the moon, are we
in love with each other?
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Talking to wet moons
one day I asked, were you absconding
from Mars. There was a big laugh.
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When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered.
In the empty words
and hollow thoughts.
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The family evolved from
virtue to virtual image.
I wanted to exhume the body of truth.
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