Satish Verma Poems

Is it futile to count
the tears of falling stars? Things
are slipping from my hands.
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I want to forget
my gains of deliverance in―
reopening the economy of pain.
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I lost my soul.
You should not have left like
a thread from needle.
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Killing myself
creating a new man, breadth
by breadth without birth.
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Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.
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When life burns out.
You create a colossus that will
ultimately destroy you.
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Nature, she was
playing with us. Any savior becomes
a man eater in savannah.
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Somewhere a pin
drops in pitch dark. The deity
appears incognito, rising from dust.
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It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth,
by royal grave or by burning ghat.
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What a lovely thing,
moon meets the sun in sky.
Were you sober today?
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