Satish Verma Poems

In deafening silence
I was hearing you,
trying to taste and smell
the traces left by you.
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Sweet grapes? There was
no exit from the question
hour. You left the sky
for an answer, after a soul-search.
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Sky-clad, you are going
to meet the nemesis,
digging the street to―
find the nails. Do not fret.
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Come to me
like never ending pain.
I will wait till eternity.
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Encountering a dislocated self,
here it goes, the “I”,
flicking out the name
which will reach nowhere.
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I walk through the slush
of moral grief.
Here lies my mortal poem.
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Step aside.
Tension of mining gold
barrels through
mating preference.
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Even the tree enters its shade.
It was very hot this
summer, while walking in moon.
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A boulder on my neck.
I am climbing your
house, O god.
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Becoming wise to
your faults. I will not wear
any talisman.
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