Abc Poems
Paradoxical
by Satish Verma
How to meet crisis,
not accepting any defeat―
this time of pain.
Life was not simple.
My faith, my culture come to grief.
Lift me as a poem.
Why this mystery to live.
You want to remain mute and
......
After Rumi
by Satish Verma
A secret moon
climbs.
There was a sudden
drop of height.
All along you were
there, inside me―
to hold my tremors.
I will try to recall
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Persecution
by Satish Verma
I wanted nothing
from you, O prophet
of the holy tomb.
Lie in rest.
The living memory
fails, I look inside the
sepulcher. There were
only dry rosed petals.
......
Sailing Too Far
by Satish Verma
The priest drops the child
and will go celibate.
Time to wear a cloak.
Red clover weeps in
the veil. The moon will not stay
in the waning dark.
Will I face the sun,
when you don't stand by the―
......
The Imperfect Poem
by Satish Verma
Cannot finish a
poem without you in the moon.
Bystander named you.
I want you to take
back your words. The replica
of grief will not last.
In dark the fish comes
out of water to kiss stones
......
Caved In
by Satish Verma
Between dead and live
god sleeps in the golden crib
to rename unborn.
In a recurring
triangle of deities, will you
ask burning questions?
Why do you ascend in
violence of words, when I gave
......
Essence
by Satish Verma
I am trying not to
think loud, analyse, undress scars.
Tremors will answer.
Not understood well.
Will write charity of giving
blood to unborn poems.
Sounds and dust have
no names. I bounce back
......
Conclusion
by Satish Verma
Standing alone in
dying light, to find darkness of
sun crying in bushes.
You were not me in
shipwreck. The sea wos rising,
Will call doorkeeper.
Truth was not the need.
Will collect messages of
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Sailing Too Far
by Satish Verma
The priest drops the child
and will go celibate.
Time to wear a cloak.
Red clover weeps in
the veil. The moon will not stay
in the waning dark.
Will I face the sun,
when you don't stand by the―
......
Discerning
by Satish Verma
After descent was
a puerile attempt to save
the virgin's blues.
Blind faith kills one-all.
You bow down to touch feet of
semiclad idols.
Your half-grief to sell
the portrait of insane god
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