What Else You Should Know

Satish Verma

Who am I?
I search my name on your face.
You won't recognize a lost coin.

The cadavers move
and talk. For what we lived
to understand our land.

The rose garden has
young Areca Palms to play
with roses in sun.

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Why Love Is Called Flame?

Satish Verma

Can you heal my
insomnia? Raise the bar
and eat your words.

You have stopped
singing. Take me moon I
am getting very hot.

Why people are dying
without blood? Someone
was sending the message?

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Pain Lives In Eyes

Satish Verma

Can you tell me, where
the tunnel ends. The curve has
flattened. There was no light.

In pillars of wasteland.
Why did we reach there.
Death-kissing starts now.

The power of questions
will not mitigate your arrival.
Where will we drown?

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You Were Not Like Me

Satish Verma

My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs
I become a moon orbiter.

Your body moves
like an eel in my eyes.
Blue lakes sleep.

Let the candle in wind
go.The gift was not understood.
Pink flames rage again.

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Sparkles and Glims

High and mighty I prowl.

Raining down on me is a legendary whim.

I am on to the stagnant lifestyle,

watching it like a hawk.

There is no place like enamored.

Home is where your heart is.

My pristine heart;

Sparkles and is surrounded by glims.


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The Change

The wheels of life Grinding 

to hear all the sounds that you never 

pay attention to


the fridge , the ceiling and the walls

all have a conversation during this silent moment

imagine the stories this room could tell 

if we just listen


As my life has gone by 20 years since my first poem

so many changes has passed and only now as i read

my work i see what i was doing and all the things 

i should of listen to, the people walking by

the animals in the parks and birds in the sky


my new chapter on my life i am still lonely

 but i drive, to pass the time, wait ever so to have the day.


i know this is no poem but more of an update for me and you if you have read my work

sweet dreams and may the road bring on some adventures,



Author's Notes/Comments: 

2 am , cannot sleep, lonely , tired , debating if i should write a book,

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Falling Man

Satish Verma

I take the big
space. Coming of age was
visible. Can you
bend the time?

An ant runs on
the mirror to land on the
moon. There was the cabal
to defame beautiful.

Violence, who will
control the uncontrollable.
We stand in mudslide
to reach mountain.

Steering blind, do
you know how to die
in moonlight, when god's conspiracy
of silence is uncovered.

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Where Do The Sprits Go?

Satish Verma

I look at my hands to
read your destiny.

I fall to kiss the
moon dust. You were
my desire in sleep.

The spirit hovers
like the golden eagle
to rest the talons.

I stop the game.
Some cards had remained
undealt. I win, I lose.

You were not the
angel. You were not the mortal.
Where do I put my relief?

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The Crescent Moon

Satish Verma

Let me be myself
in cloud of tears.

A streak of light
breaks the myth
of superlunary, when you
were at war with
leviathans of deep.

When hungry,
you were flawless in art
of love. It wakes you
from old thinking.

Hiding behind fears,
I freeze to wear the death
gown. The words crumble
under the weight of truth.

Life remains beautiful.
I don't want to leave you.

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