Satish Verma Poems

After centuries of reverie―
a dream breaks, falls
like a mirror in ink, splintering
into thousand thoughts. Somewhere
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O my baby pain―
this house is on fire.
My body is going to war.
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The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind
the moon.
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In deep bottom,
at first light, I
will give you a call.
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The lips will speak
without sound.
A tuliped man hangs himself
down, from a tall tree of fame.
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Like toothache.
Would hear the voices
of dark.
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More searing―
in fog of love.
You prepare the first draft―
of suicide.
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You walk through me
opening the portal of―
unending moment.
A right to die lingers in the eyes.
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To sell the half-truths―
of lies, you quit
the post to live with Stonehenges.
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In a pinch of light,
waiting it to happen―
becoming me.
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