Satish Verma Poems

The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices?
I will ask my half self.
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It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas,
to search the exit.
Where to go where to.
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Cruel times,
and the walls are rising.
The rivals.Medusae versus columns.
Snakes for hairs
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You wanted tranquility
clean and sane,
scudding at persona
impact.
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What could you do
when the donor fatigue
is on display? And stops the succor?
You are no more hungry.
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Clapping with one hand,
when a suicide note was found
in the fist of a dead man.
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No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on
your future, when you were
preparing to consume your past.
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It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.
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It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes.
I want you to hurt me.
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Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery.
Was it a mistake―
to exhume the entombed
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