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Satish Verma, 30 april 2023

So Shall Be

Why bewildered?
There is always something
to say to unknown,

You wouldn't believe.
Where violence ends,
God is born.

The hummingbird
croons a note to bring
back, spirit of hymn.

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Satish Verma, 29 april 2023

Path Taken

It will not happen
again, the eye contact
with swaying moon.

Smoke was rising
from heaps of dead leaves
from distant garden.

You become a past
in the hands of slaughterer.
Ethos plays game.

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Satish Verma, 28 april 2023

Shy from finding
the depth of your being?
I was walking on the
cobbled shadows.

Like thinking of
afterlife, when you were
preparing legacy of black moon.
Who would not do it?

Would you go to
the fire temple to know
the age of dying god?
Space widens between the eyes.

The grid cannot
hide the deepening chasm.
Your musing shifts. A pen,
the paper and words assemble.

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Satish Verma, 27 april 2023

In Disquietude

You were lost
in this brutal world
I was a failed truth.

Exotic your heart
still sings for the future
of awakening.

Very old, very pained
were our wounds.
Man was rising every night.

Why were you not
present at sunset, when
twilight was burning
in moon?

You need a gift
of grave to stay cool
when the sky was burning?

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Satish Verma, 26 april 2023

The Poem Before Meaning

Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the
flowers beheading.

It wriggles like
snake, the time. No wait
between life and death.

Take me to deep
sea of pain. I will never
count falling stars.

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Satish Verma, 25 april 2023

Elusive Peace

One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the
bank of a dried river.

Bone china reflects
the destiny of ‘being' in war
of grounded ships.

Limbs take you back
to the ruins of young night
outside of moon.

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Satish Verma, 23 april 2023

Gifted Hands

I don't hear
I don't speak.

Only the ink flows-
without words, waiting
for birth mother.

Water breaks.
A poem is born.

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Satish Verma, 22 april 2023

Blue Lights

In lost island,
water and boat, I
will never know you.

A volley of stings.
I bleed inside, without
single drop falling out.

There will be no
tiara, to put on the head
of pain.

Play on flute,
before the sunset. I
want to invite fireflies.

The numbers don't
agree. War continues for
the red sea of tears.

You won't reach
your abode alive.

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Satish Verma, 21 april 2023

A Pinch Of Salt

Was there a purpose
to wear mascara
and nestle in giant
clouds?

You scare me
holding the candle
burning at both ends.

What was the
confusion before jumping
from the bridge?

O moon, I always
loved the honey color
of your skin, before
collecting ashes.

Who had created this maze,
I will never know.

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Satish Verma, 20 april 2023

Becoming Yourself

The fear right
below your skin, festers.
I listen to hissing sound of
simmering muse.

Space between the
words suffers. There was
no meaning left by
unspoken ties.

The castle of dreams crumbles, brick
by brick, in the hands
of sleeping volcanoes.

You need a
snake charmer to sway
the beauty of crooked
smile of time.

I still watch the trap.

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So Shall Be

Path Taken

The Power To Burn

In Disquietude

The Poem Before Meaning

Elusive Peace

Gifted Hands

Blue Lights

A Pinch Of Salt

Becoming Yourself

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