Satish Verma Poems

A trivial pain
becomes a storm, severes the
words, bleeds the truth.
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My soul's half, leave
me alone. Things drop from
my hands, not you.
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Can you see yourself
from my eyes in dark.
The moon will not help.
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Unflinkinglyyou
embrace a fireball and jump
into the lake to cool.
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Falling in tender
pain of line drawn between
us. Talking in air.
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It was self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.
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I am not your
truth. Time filters.
Wait until I change.
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I would not make
excuses. My nothingness let
me go beyond myself.
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A thought pricks again
and again. I cannot hear your
footfalls. In twilight, moon―
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You could not keep pace
with me. I wanted to give you what
I didn't have. I don't like tears.
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