Satish Verma Poems

Must we go beyond
the black holes of burned books?
The flight from the edge of circles
leaves the dust behind.
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Joining the seams for the sake of probity
you opt for the wages of truth.
Staying hungry to read the cosmos,
connecting the meditation to love
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Pursuit of otherness died
with you, from sameness.
It was a blind chemistry.
The cancellation of consciousness
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Silence speaks one day
between the words without noise,
omitting the pain.
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Incomplete love
was like half-moon. You cover
yourself with wordless solitude.
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Stalking each desire,
you want to extinguish the sparks.
Love was no more a weapon.
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It comes rolling out
from the trees, a sliced moon
inside out, undressing. Pain
quietly walks away.
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You are my book.
I am opening you,
page by page.
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A sinking feeling
straddles moon and sun to
remove the kitchen's smoke.
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O Irish, you were beyond
the pain. Why were you blind?
Put a smile. I will kiss you again.
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