Satish Verma Poems

Waiting for a birthing pool
to throw up a dream chaser
nestled in chains.
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I was trying to communicate
the poverty of words.
We were moving in circles.
Dark figures-
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An offence committed by you
asks for the absolutes.
I am paying the price.
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When clouds were
drawing graffiti on sky,
where were you?
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Let the untold suffering
settle the incompleteness of truth.
You have to move out―
making space.
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A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it,
it does not come.
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Let me write a signature
theme, without cubic
reference.
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Raising the walls
around you, you started
a ritual of placing a single
rose on the tomb daily.
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It does not make any sense
to go beyond, where the road ends.

He was searching the meaning
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When logic and intuition
stood on edge of time,
sugar was dancing
on the salt lake.
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