Satish Verma Poems

Will I know you―
by unknowing myself in bleak―
moments of giving
wings to you?
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Was it a lunar effect,
I ask the fading light?
And my future invaded the magenta moon.
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You were still thinking.
Thinking beyond thoughts―
the void, the space, the time.
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Truth was me
when serotonin appeared
for a golden deal.
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The yellow beaked vultures were waiting.
A cloth bag contains the bleached
remains; his father.
Impeccable gift unmasked.
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When the sun enters into
a glass of water, I go in the dark to count
the crimes of sky dipping in the ocean.
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Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
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Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.
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Can you read my poem
written for you O blind wizard?
Why did my voice not reach you?
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Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
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