Satish Verma Poems

Where death
and exotica meet,
life stands naked
in midst of our sacred hymns,
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Life invades the truth.
Who cares?
The night was thin,
my eyes will search for stars.
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How to begin
the journey of truth?
it was moving away from all paths.
No concrete answers were there,
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An evening primrose glides,
on my rough hands.
I pluck a laugh from the lips,
of a parched face.
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Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer.
Still the negative effect prevails
increasing the confusion.
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My garden cries for no reason.
Kindness melts into a rain
of twisted petals. And that is it.
Alone I whisper the translucent words,
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I was collecting
the stars to welcome you but
there were left unspoken words.
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You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.
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I am rolling down,
down, in dream, thinking of
you pulling a thorn.
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Supermoon was coming
nearer to earth. I made you a
killer. Look inside, you got more.
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