Satish Verma Poems

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

Hold your saliva.
The kissing syndrome,
is on prowl.
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Sitting at a funeral;
in ashes, you search-
the faces of dead. To
shut down the apostrophes.
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Tension grips:
when you try to open
the jarred doors-
...

Step down from your
ego. The brain dead has─
left a lesson.
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Blue black, the red sun
breaks into your eyes. I go crazy
running after doves.
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You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.
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Crushed under the sky,
when you had
become a transition.
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You did't need to
pray like the Milky Way
handing on moon.
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Sitting on black stones,
to feel the global angst,
and doing nothing.
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