Satish Verma Poems

A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white.
Again the heart cries.
I keep on knocking on the doors
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Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising.
Something like an extraterrestrial hand
digs deep in the mind to open the tomb
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When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing,
and by the swollen river
an island is swallowed up.
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After drawing a self-portrait,
I want you to believe
that I am not in it.
The style of rebellion cannot be judged by
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Today the poem was still on the brink
of completion,
but never came to an end.
The whole day it was burning
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Let us not cry for the fallen statue.
he is still alive and writing his own epitaph.
Eagles sitting on tall branches
will wait for the prey.
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If hate was becoming an absolute truth
and love was transcending lies
where do we go now?
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Let it go, do not touch it,
you had been negating the bare truth.
I was part of you
once at the shore of tragedy.
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A sin between us
transcends hidden paths.
I start digging endless questions.
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Night melts into tears,
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
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