Satish Verma Poems

Perpetual stasis
in blank stares.
Who was yawning to moon?
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Thinking was seeing through the time,
was a lone journey from naïve
understanding. Return was difficult,
back to bricks and forlorn shores.
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It was your
integrity

at the time of ubiquitous pain
of separation, you want to move the home
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I will not understand
the gift of hurting
in unsolicited encounters.
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A self-protecting game was going on.
After the paternity test
there was slow burning
inside the moon.
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Not contentious
I will put you in moon
for another rain.
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Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.
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Back and forth
back and forth
culture whores
were removing the skin tags
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Non-eye vision penetrates.
The silent song trembles
I weave a pattern
to resolve the crisis
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Your world collapses A name shies of comeback
breaks the water for bare bones unaligned you
hunker down for the happenings didnot fit
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