Satish Verma Poems

The men were pulled out
from homes,
died on road,
burned to bones and ashes.
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In search of a missing clock
he went to the city of a fake encounter.
It was irrelevant to find
the lost tunnel.
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A dented version of an old grudge,
blackened lips with an elite song,
your relentless search ends in
a terminal shock, nursing a green wound.
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Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names.

To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient.
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A stand-off between grass and moon
marginalized the perfume of night.
I was standing to read the graffiti
written by light and shade.
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Confessional truth
is not my aggressive ego,
it is my fault.
The resolution of my conflicts with time,
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The wheels find,
the track on my body,
why do I shiver & tremble?
The night gives me the depth,
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When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered.
In the empty words
and hollow thoughts.
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The family evolved from
virtue to virtual image.
I wanted to exhume the body of truth.
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Must we go beyond
the black holes of burned books?
The flight from the edge of circles
leaves the dust behind.
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