Creator's Dilemma

You had lost yourself.
It will need some courage to kill
the future, first moon.

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The theater seals the fate
of brave and fragile to sail
to the home for exiled.

*

It takes your whole
life to clear the cobwebs of hate
from the closed eyes.

Satish Verma

Between Real And Unreal

Adopt mannequins,
like aliens in frozen state―
for whispered crime.

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Howling encircles
a saint in meditation. Where
did you hide your muse?

*

I will ask Rilke to
come back and to write new note
messaging to god.

Satish Verma

The Prophet

A brief encounter with
an octopus, climbing in the
bed, to wrap around―

*

a brown rock. A strange―
allegory for a fallen king.
An alien of far world?

*

There was no sound.
The message moves through the covers
to open a third eye.

Satish Verma

Sounds Of Silence

In my weakness to
live to the edge of no return,
tears will make a shrine.

*

Uncensored my
poem will speak for the restrain of
underscored facts.

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Punctuations give
you pause, before you enter
the tender skin.

Satish Verma

Philosophy Of Love

Looks like ordinary
eyes. You break me again when
blue lake dries up.

*

A flyover runs fast
to catch the man in haste, going
for a pilgrimage.

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Account must be cleared
before you sell future into
the penniless fakir.

Satish Verma

An Awareness

You wanted to vend
the dignity of pain, crazed
by moon. Stars won't tell truth.


*

What was your religion.
I ask the ocean of grief. You
will talk of man's fall.

*

Faith flickers like candle
in wind. One day I collect
some footprints of light.

Satish Verma

I Will Embrace

What happened in
ritual abetment, you will
never know in dark.

*

One has to severe
off one's head to see clearly
the object of suicide.

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The calligraphy on wall
gives a romantic relationship
between life and death.

Satish Verma