Satish Verma Poems

It hurts, the abstract isolation of life
emptying of self.
The infection
of water in the sun.
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The tryst with path,
was full of voices of silence,
confronting its wrath & revenge.
Nothing was new, soft matter divided the winds,
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Blows had blackened the mist,
fear of crossing the road, dented the veil.
‘Ism’ versus the boundary had a long rhetoric.
I was struggling with scars of learning.
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When your lies pretend to be truths,
Your house becomes full of cadavers.
The reticent progeny,
you abandoned at birth, strikes.
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Everybody was in hurry to unpack
the sins and reshuffle the names
of burns, by taking a holy dip
in mauve lake. I wanted to defang them.
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Skylit my bright atrium,
pumps the future.
Which becomes the today
righting the wrongs.
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In the culture of self, and wilting idol
who was going to interpret the truth?
To resolve the inner conflicts
of an ailing mind?
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Timeless pain and,
painless time were two colors.
On the canvas,
I was spreading, to open the heart.
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Gently the invisible
strength overrides
penetrating every bone.
The desire was not seeking,
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Between the blue eyes,
wind smeared a hot kiss
on forehead of moon.
There were no half-brothers to watch.
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