Will you come for a
final goodbye in dark.
I will wear you like a moon.

*

The black hole was
widening. There was no
sin, if you bring a candle.

*

September, morning.
The cuckoo gives a two-note call.
Anybody still sleeping ?

Satish Verma

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BREAKTHOUGH                                                  

Take a call and bring
the upside down.
The desire becomes supreme.

Are you going to redeem
for the lost empire ?
A musk deer will start

the scent-marking.
This was the price of
insecurity in the mob.

Unhook the wounds.
Life will give you
a new pretext to die.

It was an ordinary name.
No prefix and no frills.
You were ready to become anonymous.

Satish Verma
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AGAINST THE ROCKS                                          

You were obliged
to watch the curse
on the caterpillar,
forced to fly.

It was a stunning spectacle.
The walnut tree scooping
to gather,
the gold of black berries.

Speak up my lord. Did you live
in the ghetto to know the
truth of thatched roofs ? Were
you afraid of huge mansions ?

It was not your heart; a
borrowed sample of imitiative
poetry. I will still go for
the rhythm of unspoken words.

Satish Verma

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WHAT A LIFE ?                                                   

Why, why we keep on
weighing each other ?
You were an anchor;
I was a feather.

*

The land fall !
There was no noise.
Tornado had come like
a revelation !

*

After the break,
you count the rings-
in heart wood.
A condensed torture !

Satish Verma
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IN SEARCH OF TRUTH                                          

It was blue and
red. The rape.
What would you do in dark ?

*

The bullet was
embedded in the spine.
Still you are walking,
straight !

*

You have become
a face, of terror.
Your eyes, eyes
tell it all.

Satish Verma

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A SPIRITUAL RAGE                                           

The neck pain was singled
out. Roll yourself down?
from the hills. The
figures were crying.

You cannot dismiss
the infamous past tense.
The butchered birthday?
of freedom of speech.

The underpaid stone cutters
of the quarry, and the
golddiggers crowding the street.
Whom will you give your hand ?

In glass, the progeny-
grows, away from home,
from inheritance.
I stare in disbelief, unblinking.

Satish Verma

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CRISIS MOMENT             

Stakeholders,
are coming.
There was conflict between
logos and mythos.

One black thorn
was in the flesh.
You come out of the body
to find the window.

One long eel-
surreptitiously enters,
in the guts-
to pluck your eyes out.

But you were
already dead-
after the search of slant light
coming from the liberation.

Crossing the
time zone,
you enter the black hole
traveling at zero hour.

Satish Verma

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SOMETHING DRESSY 

    A kingfisher
would like to have no borders,
     no moongates.

            *

    Sleep not, when
the moon rises. I will call
    the moonflower.

             *

    The dusk
has a short vision of
    a crescent moon.

Satish Verma