Life

Qualities

If I talk about my 6 qualities,

they're not really much of an ability.

 

One of them might be that I obsess over everything,

but that's only because I am very settling.

Second could be that I am good at math and science,

but never could I ever seem to hold an appliance.

Now third comes next, the fact that I cheer people up,

and now that I think of it, it's probably because I'm such a crackup.

 

Those were my best traits,

including that I am very good with dates;

Yes, the one on the calendar,

I don't need to say the worse ones any louder.

 

My next 3 include me being annoying, 

because everything I do or touch, I seem to be destroying.

I also want to stop being so insecure,

or that I'm mean to my brother because I want a sister.

I always hate it when my family make fun of me,

so I always seem to be crying, unfree.

 

Those are all my traits from myself,

the lesson to be learning is to just be yourself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem back in 6th grade so I decided to post it here haha :)

Repetition

I did it again

It's a sin

Father forgive me

For I know what I do

I know what I choose

Time and time again

I choose Me over You

 

The first man condemned me

The last Man redeemed me

The inner man damns me

The new man reviles “Me”

 

I give up again

It's all I can do

 

So take “me” away

And fill me with You

For I know once I am more like You

I'll be the best Me I can be

Night Spots

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Satish Verma

Tonight the moon will sit 
on the gazobe, 
to have a look at the sea, rising. 



On the night's shade 
dewdrops will wait, till 
morning glory blooms. 



It was a long night. 
My lamp starts to flicker. 
I hurry up to finish my poem.

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Crumbling Down

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Satish Verma

Can you understand 
the agony of a titan, which 
cannot afford to show its fall? 

Missing the defeat― 
no one was victorious. 
Battle cry was a phantom. 

The questions, that were 
fluttering in a storm― 
had become the sufi fakirs. 

It was a dirty stricture. 
The colors had stopped flowing. 
Even the death has lost its terror.

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Something Wonderful

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2017

Have you ever looked at some one

and known that this person would change your life?

I don’t know what it was about her

but I knew she was something special.

 

Maybe it was the way her face lit up

when she smiled.

 

Maybe it was the way she looked at me

that completely melted my heart.

 

Maybe it was the way she said my name

like no one else had before her.

 

Maybe it was the way she was so carefree

so unapologetically herself.

 

When I looked into her eyes for the first time

I saw what we could be

and in that instant I knew it was something wonderful.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/2/10

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Covered With Quills

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Satish Verma

This paper lantern in lake 
was in love with you. 
The water oscillating, 
not the taper. 



The panelled remains of― 
walls still hold, 
your signs. You would not 
come back? 



Apparitions gather― 
to bid goodbye to the moon. 
A flame of the forest 
was due any moment.

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Turning To Dark

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Satish Verma

I believe in you, O tidal 
mouth, where the salt 
meets the stream. 

I never had any God 
to put the fish in desert to swim, 
and someone can write a poem. 

I am not different 
beyond the unwritten 
miracles. I cannot undo a cliché. 

It is still my dharma ― 
to listen to unheard cosmic 
chants of blue birds. 

And I reached the emptiness 
of a vessel, which had 
spilled over the milk of seeds.

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Heartbreak

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2017

I know I am going to fuck this up.

It’s only a matter of time.

And I wish you would let me

hurt you now to save you from the pain later.

 

I don’t want to put a time limit on us

but I know the longer it goes

the hurt will get worse.

And I hate to see you cry.

 

I’m too selfish to leave

because that’s the last thing I want to do

but the rational part of me

knows it’s what I should do.

 

I would much rather be broken again

than break you.

Even though I’ve just started to put the pieces back together.

I’ll let you scatter them again

Just to save yourself from another heartbreak.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/30/17

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Band Competitions

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2017

I always fall in love at band competitions.

Maybe it’s the fall weather,

or being surrounded by like-minded people

or maybe it’s just the magic of marching band.

 

Maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through your veins

just before you walk out onto the field.

Maybe it’s knowing that you’ve spent hundreds of minutes

for the fifteen-minute performance of your life.

 

Marching band is practicing for hours on end

through blood, sweat, and tears.

It’s hearing that one section of music

that makes you picture you’re in a stadium.

 

Maybe it’s seeing all the time and energy

come together and finally be worth it.

Maybe it’s realizing that you’re part of something bigger

and that by playing music you can change the world

one note at a time.

 

Something about being at band competitions

makes me fall in love

but I think I am more in love with the music

than with the people.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/30/17

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