Satish Verma Poems

You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands,
which were rough and cracked.
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It was most beautiful
your broken heart
in the grip of twilight.
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Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?
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In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree
searching footprints of Buddha.
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Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.
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When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-
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The animal wakes
in you, when moon cries.
I bend to lift the sun.
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Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.
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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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Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely
shocking in damp air.
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