Satish Verma Poems

The flames had
not reached the sun. Moon
was asked to take a leave.
...

The depression,
in purple moon,
scattering black magic.
...

An extreme smog descends
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops
the landscape. You watch the
world crumbling around you.
...

The dust blends with
the humid specks.
Smoke twirls. Hangs for a
while, and then departs.
...

Was it altruistic, donating
the light to the
data-catchers?
...

The single purple moon
was cruising non-chalantly.
You come out at the window─
and hit the headlines.
...

Deflecting the light,
you stand in dark,
to find the truth.
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All day it rained.
There was no destination.
The futurist will incite
the blue light in the itinerary.
...

Disconnecting tragedy
you live again,
in myths
and illusions.
...

Under siege,
tied to a bomb─
you were talking to yourself.
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