Satish Verma Poems

When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush.
Journey was imperfect without
a termination.
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Faith was not taking him
near the truth.
Staring at reason
his inner self became a burden
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Revolting inwardly
the fountain chokes.
New year amputates
the fingers of a whole man.
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Like a whiff of pungent smoke
morality hurts.
The inner song dies
in chorus of sharp tongues.
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Pain unites the victims.
Discreetly, afterword, was the same.
Only loser helped you to die instantly
for the millions of stars.
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Movement spurts the truth-
an endless journey.
The constant search for beliefs creates confusion.
Craving and wanting
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Outside me was a howling light
tracing a path.
Ending the struggle
of abstract thoughts.
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I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
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It was there all the time
the core fear, my inadequacy.
Tonight I will let go off the fire
and become a non-moving time.
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He did not depart
or reached anywhere,
and did not realize himself.
When words could not find the meaning,
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