Satish Verma Poems

Immenseness of the contrast –
from blue eyes to red apples,
(we must stop apple picking!)
from smashed leg to a stone wall –
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I stay connected out of the body,
with fireworks,
to widen the relativity,
to read the language of fear.
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Absolute yes or no
makes you wish
not to understand philosophy
of semipermeable life.
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To search you
I am burning my wheels.

Put your hands
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Immensity of deviation was exploding.
Abruptly my frail frame collapsed.
I did not know the answers. I was lost
in my inner sanctum, full of hollow escapes.
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There was a belief in street sense
for an extended purpose
of fire-eating.
Shadow of past was condensing
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When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating. A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
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You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger.
I was looking into your eyes,
something was amiss,
tears had become stones.
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Inadequately the clouds covered the moon
the wind was soft and silky.
The death of shadow was not complete.
Stars had fled from groans of night.
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Hired time felt that terminal import
was cloaked, and we were not ready
for the consolation.
Our conscience was giving a terrible blow
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