Satish Verma Poems

After dousing the bride to a nice flame,
in between the howls
there were songs.
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Pearl – drops
on your upper lip:
heat –
of a stand-off
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dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
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I have dipped my fingers
in the blood of the victim
and asked for the version of the surgeon.
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Word by word I was drinking
your fathomless pain,
not asking to shine
any prehistoric sin.
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Sometimes lurking in corner.
Sometimes tumbling down
endlessly,
and sometimes with frozen smile
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Why it should happen
the parting of ways?
Between the will to arrive
and the goal?
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No cure seems to work.
Between absurd and wise,
Lone he walks.
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Give me some time
to live, with the possibility
of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel.
I have already exhausted my age
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Going to shake my inner world.
Inconsolable is the loss
of faithful truth.
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