Satish Verma Poems

Awareness becomes a burden,
with opposite thoughts in conflict,
Crawling like roaches on your skin.
Sage or beast it was same.
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Sometimes I imagine, I am free:
free to come out from a diagram,
to bring inside out.
Ultimately rescued from the ancestors,
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A tremendous force moved them apart.
They started moving in opposite direction,
never to meet again.
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Cannot decode the signature of fear beneath the huge eyes,
serene and calm, darting right and left, like in stricken
animal at frenzy. Drift we must; will seldom cross the path.
Agony of existence, flying thighs, erect humps, sliding on sand
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On your dark face
smile does not spread like a butterfly.
Most reticent I had been,
It was very difficult to give,
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How it is that –
at shrine while saying prayers
sex was on your mind?
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life.
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I have put the darkness
behind the burning flesh.
This world was not very open.
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To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.
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Are you genuine, I ask?
Your face, a stone wall,
I had been bruising my psyche against it.
I have no strength to bury myself alive,
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Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
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