Satish Verma Poems

Be with me
in this zone of pain.
My poems was walking
through me.
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Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames.
It was hurting; the golden sun.
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They will not come down
with branding iron and bobbing stings.
Instead.
we will walk down the earth,
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How will you carry the mount of tears
in the vally of temples? Kites flowing
in sky of beings-egos-denials and
repeals.
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While writing a poem
I make a blood hole
in my hand.
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A fake sanity with its wisdom
enlarges the space between the coarse
land of craft and sea of emotions
for stress to walk with soul
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It was a failed attempt
to employ the eternity
for breathing.
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It was getting dark.
The insane curve of greed was rising.
I would not draw the boundaries
between the words.
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Perfect bridges for a fading light
taking you to dark caves
like fireclay in fake sorrows.
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An unusual melody,
a reticent antiquarian
I will wear my galloping age
with your dark eyes.
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