Satish Verma Poems

This was
a prelude to a prefix.
I want to stretch
my arms
...

The double-edged truth
had the exoticism. The blood was
in air. A blue bird draws
a red line, indulging in spiritualization
...

Tell me. Tonight,
when your mind goes blank,
where the smoldering words
will go?
...

Hold your saliva.
The kissing syndrome,
is on prowl.
...

Sitting at a funeral;
in ashes, you search-
the faces of dead. To
shut down the apostrophes.
...

Tension grips:
when you try to open
the jarred doors-
...

Step down from your
ego. The brain dead has─
left a lesson.
...

Blue black, the red sun
breaks into your eyes. I go crazy
running after doves.
...

You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.
...

Crushed under the sky,
when you had
become a transition.
...