# #betrayal #life #forgiveness #suffering #sadness #pain #mistakes #madness #let me be

Shall We Bifurcate...?

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Satish Verma

The power of the
face of a diamond, sedates
the unknown. You smile.

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The spoken word had
no relevance. You wanted
the writing on lips.

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How far you can swim
in the shallow water when
alligator dies?

Godly Interest

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Satish Verma

To recall a memory
at sundown will be painful.
Moon doesn't agree.

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I assemble the words,
to tell the truth of blood―
on your trembling hands.

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What was invisible,
would be known to unknown.
You remain silent.

Small Things

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Moon sleepwalks,
crashes head on the palms.
Hurls silver coins.


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To respect you, I
will meet you here and there.
Will that do in dark?

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Looking out at the
twilight, I would think of you,
in time, space and void.

New Bidding

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Your calculus goes
wrong. Stones are melting
in cool moonlight.

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Nightingales are
exiled, at the pretext of
saving the sanity.

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In ending, I will
begin my journey to find
the eternity.

Take The Hemlock

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A nagging pain,
speaks wordlessly in the ears
of moon for a kiss.

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Old-time will not
come back to pick again
peacock's tail eyes.

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What was nothingness
if you get the exile
in the hands of deity?

Loneliness

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Satish Verma

In valley of moons
I stood alone to search you,
when daggers came out.

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All night in garden
I was following a lost moon
between dozing palms.

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Will you wake me up
after the chilling encounter
with a screaming poem?

My Respects

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The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.

*

Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.

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Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.

Wordless Pains

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Like a wound-bleed,
the glacier falls in lonely
sea. A river ages inside you,
collapsing in despairing loss.

It was not true, that
you live an impossible life.
On water you may not
leave the footprints.

Beyond human tragedy,
a knife falls on the gospels.
Stunned at the edge
of tears, I tremble.

Adieu to Arcadia.
Dust demands the price for
red clover. A dark cloud envelops
the kind hills holding
the sun.

It casts a spell.
A rock licks the moon.

Charting Your Destiny

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Satish Verma

In solemn consciousness,
I wanted to know, why
the shroud was white―
after the abandonment?

Peace or was it a surrender?
Is it the passive victory?
Are we betraying ourselves
in the reign of violence?

Reviving the cult of
collective suicides, I will
take more sins, wearing
the feather-crown.

Going for a black
hole from abattoir, still
dazed, I am leaving all
the question marks on your chest.

Do you know how
to tell the doomed fall?