Satish Verma

Gold Star - 36,009 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

3321. Stepping Outside 6/9/2017
3322. Exhausting Me 6/9/2017
3323. Beyond Tomorrow 6/9/2017
3324. Don't Bless Me 6/10/2017
3325. End Game 6/10/2017
3326. Pellets Of Frozen Pain 6/10/2017
3327. Wearing Ear-Plugs 6/11/2017
3328. Scuttling 6/11/2017
3329. Moon Was Not Rising 6/11/2017
3330. Alone In Myself 6/12/2017
3331. With No Mistake 6/12/2017
3332. Downward Spiral 6/12/2017
3333. Flying The Names 6/13/2017
3334. Coming Full Circle 6/13/2017
3335. Some Sequelae 6/13/2017
3336. Dancing On Flames 6/14/2017
3337. Recuperating 6/14/2017
3338. Rising From The Ashes 6/14/2017
3339. The Thrill―the Game 6/15/2017
3340. Not Harming You 6/15/2017
3341. Regrouping 6/15/2017
3342. Punishing Myself 6/16/2017
3343. For Whom The End Waits? 6/16/2017
3344. Rehearsals 6/16/2017
3345. Black Currants 6/17/2017
3346. September Woes 6/17/2017
3347. The Prodigal Son 6/17/2017
3348. Give Me Something 6/18/2017
3349. Living In Wax Palace 6/18/2017
3350. Was It A Warning? 6/18/2017
3351. In Deep Anguish 6/19/2017
3352. Light Was Failing 6/19/2017
3353. What Were Certainties? 6/19/2017
3354. Tolerance 6/20/2017
3355. Not You. Not Me 6/20/2017
3356. Witnessing The Downforce 6/20/2017
3357. The Smiles Are Disappearing 6/21/2017
3358. Under Your Lids 6/21/2017
3359. In Prayers 6/22/2017
3360. In Bazaar 6/22/2017
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.

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Bleeding Heart

And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days
when the sleep was far away chasing the sleep
and the crumbeled continuity of a tale lay unpeeled.

How to highlight the dates on our calenders?
You keep forgetting even the years
when your forefathers left.
And deep in the green grass the names were wiped out.

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