Satish Verma Poems

What you heard was
not true. I am writing my will
after you lost charisma.
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It was akin.
I want to stay quiet.
Everyone speaks truth
of everybody. Except me. I tell lie
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Take a random fall
in the valley of flowers and
see the wounds of moon.
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The crozier makes but
you break me. You should
stand on burning deck.
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After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.
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I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.
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When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.
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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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