Satish Verma Poems

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
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Clouds had refused to part.
A fractured moon was walking in dismay
stroking the gazing stars.
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Messengers are out,
dynasty strikes.
A haze of dust storm filters down in tearless eyes.
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Will I know you―
by unknowing myself in bleak―
moments of giving
wings to you?
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It was a quaint
feeling. Something was
going to happen.
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Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish
at abandoned shore.
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Dancing on the trembling
flames, virtually
remaining calm, I was just
watching your hands― the palms, and
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I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.
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Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.
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Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.
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