Satish Verma Poems

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.
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A clear sky to sit
under the stars, in your gaze
to find missing moon.
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Way beyond I will
come, to accept a farewell
invite, being mortal.
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Random fall from moon
descending into riots
wants to err again.
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It might happen― that
I become you, in your spring,
you remain winter.
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Watching in shifting
stance of futurism, I will
be choosing frozen―
pains of the past.
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A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
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Truth survived between us.
You were my anthem―
in dying light.
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Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions.
What was in a name?
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Love hours.
When you cover your
face with hands,
light dims.
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