Satish Verma Poems

You are trying to
seel the half-truths
in terror.
...

The night shift starts.
A moonbeam comes and lies
beside me.
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Converging at the well,
for the last rites, you set
the soul free, touching
the sacred water to―
...

Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm.
I take a dip in anonymity.
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A racial profile begins
between black and white.
A silver moon ambles
as a prelude to dark music.
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Giving yourself,
a gift of trash, you were
waiting for the pain to return.
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Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation,
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
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In tattered clothes.
I would see my returned privation.
I will make the holes bigger,
so that light seeps in,
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Your hands
start a fire―
thinking beyond the rainbow.
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Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all
the black visions.
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