Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,576 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2881. Bald Arguments 12/28/2016
2882. Coming And Going 12/29/2016
2883. Silent Perception 12/29/2016
2884. Leukosma 2/15/2017
2885. On Judgement Day 2/16/2017
2886. Half-Lights 2/16/2017
2887. Earthenwares 2/16/2017
2888. In Depression 2/18/2017
2889. Falling Rubble 2/18/2017
2890. Without Stopping 2/18/2017
2891. In Transition 2/19/2017
2892. Revelatory Execution 2/19/2017
2893. Your Philosophy 2/19/2017
2894. Where To Go 2/20/2017
2895. Eyeshades 2/20/2017
2896. Infinite Loss 2/20/2017
2897. In Nostalgia 2/21/2017
2898. Speaking Of Angst 2/21/2017
2899. The Cameo 2/21/2017
2900. Coding An Ocean 2/22/2017
2901. Little Gods 2/22/2017
2902. Dwarfing 2/22/2017
2903. The Land Pulls 3/1/2017
2904. Your Tresses Of Night Shade 3/1/2017
2905. Exodus 3/1/2017
2906. Preternaturally 3/2/2017
2907. Strange Logics 3/2/2017
2908. In Denial 3/2/2017
2909. Listening Unheard Voices 3/4/2017
2910. Distressing Call 3/4/2017
2911. Some Transcripts 3/4/2017
2912. New Questions 3/5/2017
2913. Made On Earth 3/5/2017
2914. Philosophizing 3/5/2017
2915. Tortured Times 3/6/2017
2916. Eternally 3/6/2017
2917. Replying To Myself 3/6/2017
2918. In Sadness 3/7/2017
2919. Falling From A Precipice 3/7/2017
2920. Moaning Chimneys 3/7/2017
Best Poem of Satish Verma

*impact

Turns me on
I will write a poem.

Delirious moon had
picked me up from under the skin.

The safety pin was broken,
now a crowd will disrobe me.

Everytime when my pain makes you cry
oranges are not meant for the sale.

A collegium will stich up the wound.
Once upon a caste the country will go.






• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.

Read the full of *impact

The Stings

He was not ready
for a stash of negligees
put up by moon, on the trees.

A hanging valley drops the pretense
meets the river on the way
for a rendezvous.

Nymphs are flying randomly

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