Satish Verma Poems

I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens.
You skid on the ice of the bridge
after the freezing rain. Infidelity
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You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude.
Life was overrating the return
of a prodigal saint.
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It was not the worth
of a cloud,
your garden, sitting
on the lake.
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You had left me reeling
under the bluebells,
like a trembling leaf, like wheels
in human conflict.
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O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung.
One day I will track down your footmarks.
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This pain was a newcomer,
loading the songs of fire and sea.
Today only a silhouette walks with me.
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A sparrow tries to catch
an arrow in air, that hurts her wings.
Why were you different from others.
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Whydo I feel I am
losing you amongst the stars.
Half-life went to straighten hierarchy.
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A Dirwish is reborn.
Struggling to write a song
for you, wearing the gold rings.
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Believing in my own myths,
just to remember your face, I am
sketching you with the knife on my palm.
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