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Satish Verma
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 september 2022

Listening To Sky

Keeping the end at bay,
spurning advances in dark,
going for a witch-hunt.

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For the truth. The man and
the beast were one. You will not cry
for the sake of progeny.

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The swift fall of pen
breaks the barriers. There was no
one to read the scriptures.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 september 2022

In The Spin

To save the last bruise,
after an encounter with
a kiss of the breaking rock and melting voices.

I did not want to
remember you in twilight
of dementia. There was no birthday for me.

A brown girl drowns
in my deep poems. You had become
a river without a bed.

Can you give me a
name― for my unborn child?
I loved him to measure you my mate.

After all I refuse
to die inspite of all the falls.
Beyond the bricks lies my blessings.

It were only you.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 september 2022

Defying Time

Sitting before the white
screen, thinking―
what to write today.
Suddenly you will appear to
take a sweet revenge.

Proding the sensitivity,
you will not utter a single word.
I will start burning my―
paper boats on the banks of brows.
River dried, no water was
flowing from the dams of eyes.

Only the moon was watching me.
Tomorrow you will find a―
washed out body in dew of a
poem, half buried in red sands.

It still becomes relevant.
You pick up the remains of a saga
make a shrine of the god anonymous.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 september 2022

Speak My Language

Trying to count
the beautiful years, spent
in the journey of heart.

There was an uncanny
feel. The pink coldness
was not mine.

Like you ditch the
timelessness, and live in a
drop of dew to meet the sun.

The flesh. A suicidal
move to move away
from the relationship of night.

Of the tenderness,
benign death of a star.
Dust celebrates the glorious fall.

The grieving will not
stop. A charred book of bliss
terminates the vision.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 september 2022

My Muse

Tired from the world―
waiting for you, till the night falls
and heart accelerates.

You will come gingerly―
sticking the moon on forehead,
go near the mirror and smile.

I would ask if anyone else―
has loved you so much as me.
The fireflies start shimmering.

Tears will wash your―
eyes and you will read my
message clearly. Inside―

the eyes the image―
will develop of a venus.
I will write a poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 september 2022

So Many Half-Truths

You were still thinking.
Thinking beyond thoughts―
the void, the space, the time.

A crush of relics was
piling up. Bloodshed and poverty
at hands, you do not want to talk.

The challenge of being or isness
persists. I go back to the
culture of ancient theology to
understand the divine arithmetic.

The numbers were increasing,
of gods, godmen and crimes.
No sermons. The autumn
will bring down the foliage―
green, red, brown
to yellow.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 september 2022

You Were My Last Kill

What was your secret of―
cheating on me?

If you were an abstraction
like a moon in blue night,
how will you write
a poem, without paper and ink.

I was a word catcher,
of your language.
Cannot decipher my pain in―
my nativity.

Always had to live in the
family of longhorns, who
destroyed my sanctity.

You raised a tomb
of sun, after death squad
failed to kill me
and the dark fell.

Just before the dawn
I will meet you in deep lake of eyes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 september 2022

What Was Untouchable?

Being set on fire
my fantasy, my vision.
Something that should not have happened.

Latched to heritage―
the touch of faith brings
sharp harpoons.

Not easy to forget
an elegy I made for unknown.
Will you come to throw the dust?

Cannot punish you
for my sins. A humming bird
crashed this noon on my deck.
A square face peeps from behind the tears.

September had been always
harsh. This month I had decided
to falter.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 september 2022

This September

How far you will go―
with me,
in purple night.

Life will betray.
Death was honest.
Gods cheat.

Once perishable,
and obsolete.
You were chewing the same words.

Can I borrow
the sun from you for a while?
My moon was under a spell,
I will wear your smile.

Desire like toothache
was rising, tearing me apart.
I will drink only the potion
from your hands.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 september 2022

Magical Solution

Weird,
your hidden contours,
as true to yourself,
from unseen to seen.

Like a phoenix,
you are supposed to write
your own epitaph,
before jumping on a funeral pyre.

The bald eagles
like simple truth, give
you pain and hurts. I write
a poem for you― then
delete it.

A transitional encounter.
One of us was lying. There
was no eye of the moon.

In search of the silver bullets
to kill the werewolves
of our life.


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Other poems: Listening To Sky, In The Spin, Defying Time, Speak My Language, My Muse, So Many Half-Truths, You Were My Last Kill, What Was Untouchable?, This September, Magical Solution, Time To Leave, You Were The Moon, Nobody is Safe From Fire, If You Were Me, No Riders, Polka Dots, Stepping Down, Untouching Smiles, Bold Sentences, You Have Arrived, End Race, Fireworks, Verged Into The Suicidal Art, Paper Wreaths, Face Mirror, Like The Flames, It Were Not You, After Valentine, Not The Thing, Great Kills, Collecting The Relics, For Intensive Eyes, You Walk Beside Me, There Was No Rebillion, Soul Mate, Last Wishes, The Moral Suicide, On My Terms, In Cursive Style, Reading Nietzsche, My Theology, Uncannily, The Will To Survive, Meet Me Again, Meet Me Again, To The Bronze Sculpture, Negation Creates, Where The Doors Have Gone, Blast Cells, Shall We Bifurcate...?, Prayer To Prayer, Writing On Parched Skin, Untethered, Incanting, Dew Drops, Jumping From The Surface Of Water, On Birthday, Unlike Anybody, The Sunday Ritul, Memes, Auspiciously, Unwedded, Virtual Images, At The Navel Of The Earth, Whom To Tell, Anthills, Not Asters, Singularity, Blue Bloodspots, Before The Hanging, Missing The Bus, With Paper Frills, To Be Human, How To Proceed, In Terrible Times, Flowery Path, Pragmatically, Mystic Paths, Smoking Candles, You Don't Tell Me, Like Searching Some Heirloom, Trashing The Skill, Day-Night, Becoming A Recluse, Because You Count, In Hypnosis, Subject To Arguments, Ethnicity, Any Panacea, The Other Periphery, As If Life Has Stopped, Against The Tide, One Of Many Thoughts, By Grace, No Primal Questions, Red Lines, Courtesies, Incompleteness, Reprimanding Self, Great Leap, Winter Sleep, After The Execution, Lapsed Memories, Where Three Rivers Meet, Renewal Of Faith, Indebted, Weird Dreams, Repealing The Command, Fantasies, The Grand Finale, No Departures, Silent Complaints, In Burial Home, Moment Of Hubris, Green Fire, Who Answers?, A Window Speaks, Inconsistency, Referendum, Escaping The Wait, Another Assault, Pain Of Shingles, India Ink, Somebody Dies, The Dirty Beliefs, No Coronation Please, White Shrouds, From When To Where, Sage Flower, Stains Are Darkening, Clouds Were Collecting, Keeping Head High, Arts In Telling, Some Rehearsals, The Blessings Fail, No Man's Land, Straight From Dark, Red Light, In Reversal, In Ecstasy And Pain, A Life's Worth, A Day Was Crying, Faultlessly, No Rivalry, Thinking Again, Waiting For New Year, Still In Grief, Unkindly, A Part Of Whole, So Be It,

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