Satish Verma Poems

A cyan globe
rolling in the black sky.
I was visualizing
an earthset
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Shadows were talking,
we arrived nowhere.
Text was smaller than life.
Millennium hung on our eyes,
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Beyond the self,
is the freedom, unchained dawn,
I am in a crowd of voices.
Lifted by songs,
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The cult
catches you
like a black hole.
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Beyond the thoughts,
nothing I mourned,
nameless death was writing its diktat.
The dirty epithets were accepted for collage.
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The enlightment drops words, things
I am at peace with the light,
the sand, the river.
The thought of non-being is subtle,
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A saddened rain dropp
strikes me at the face.
When town is burning,
its dignity confronts me with force.
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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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