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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2022

Baby's Steps

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.

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Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.

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Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 november 2022

Relics Of Words

An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.

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The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.

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Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 november 2022

Blade Of Temper

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.

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It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.

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Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 november 2022

Flawed Moments

Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.

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There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.

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Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 november 2022

Exiting Self

The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.

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Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.

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No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 november 2022

Many Injuries

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 november 2022

Consecrating Muse

The big toe
like some ego, breaks the syntax.
You cannot climb the poem.

Time knows,
whom to possess, when the thought
moves out of the mind.

Words were missing
from your teeth. You won't
bite the moon.

Black lips print
a kiss on white forefront, intersecting
past and future.

You learn to
become still in witch hunt
of a lost thread of sacred kill.

Indeed you discover
Yourself, reading the myth of modern
Sisyphus and floating rock.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 november 2022

Emptiness

What would you like
to wear, when oracle's
prophecy comes true.

Temple of pure love
was coming up, but there
was no deity.

You wouldn't think,
what I was thinking often.
Last night I slapped myself.

The black moon
rattles, after its message
goes into flames.

Can you talk
in piecemeals, surrounded
by smokescreen of words?

A baby nightingale
sings awkwardly. There
were clouds, no rains.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 november 2022

Disturbances

How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?

Show me the spirit
once. The streak,
the clouds.

I will leave my
footprints in rose-garden
for you to follow my scent.

Neighborhood of
stilts. I wanted to stand
erect in marshes.

The time shrinks,
when you grow old. Years
come and go with generosity.

Take off the frame
of your mind. I wanted
to read your last wish.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 november 2022

Mode Of Slaughtering

Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line―
not to become carnivore.

The gorge was deep.
I turn cold. The echo of
silence boomed in fatherless
seeds of mercy.

I will warn myself,
and ask why was there transcendence,
when the impulse was
to hang?

Thinking of truth
was difficult. Your footsoles
develop blisters. No home
was in sight.

Accepting the challenge
you start searching the
temples where deities were
dismembered.

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