Satish Verma Poems

It sets me off
when you bring up
afterlife.
...

I will call you
in a moon night-through
a fragile letter,
for extracting the end of beginning
...

Schizoidly I walked
with the moon― by night/
when you slept―
in my eyes.
...

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open.
This was a black day.
You were not invited.
...

I will ask
the moonflower to give me
a beautiful death,
under the Nightshade.
...

Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising.

You remember the depth
...

This was a circle
which broke.

Like a heroin death,
...

Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake
with the moon tonight,
to inherit your pain.
...

Why the pink words
float in black eyes?
I swear, I will not look
at the moon again.
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Salt burnt, you come
under the shade
of milkworts.
...