Satish Verma Poems

When my poem
zeroes in, on the full moon,
I jump the blues.
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Soft night.
I wanted to outlive
the waiting―
for rendezvous.
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Beyond the river
I will meet you one day
as a castaway.
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You make history,
for not being ego-driven―
but taking in, poison
of blue necks.
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Tracing a lonely,
fire trail, I will not tell you,
what happened.
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A social metaphysicist
wants to know, how
do you speak, standing
under the palm moon?
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As if you had kidnapped
my profile to live
just beautifully,
and then be mourned.
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The disaster had come
to the fore. In harm's way
stargazing was coming―
to an end.
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Have not we reached
maximus? The perception
lingers on... and on.
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Laugh at me,
in sleep. Let the rogue
winds blow away my golden dreams.
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