Satish Verma : Writing

Last Journey

Last Journey

A Poem by Satish Verma


You wanted to be covered with dahlias, unmeasuring―
The Blunt Clashes

The Blunt Clashes

A Poem by Satish Verma


The fractured core, a broken faith, there was
Dragging The Clouds

Dragging The Clouds

A Poem by Satish Verma


And my love, when do we talk of wilderness
The Sunrise

The Sunrise

A Poem by Satish Verma


Centrality suffers. A poem
Was It Scary?

Was It Scary?

A Poem by Satish Verma


Do not measure zany, yourself. When did you become
Starburst

Starburst

A Poem by Satish Verma


After finding the pulse, you become a man-eater.
Imperilment

Imperilment

A Poem by Satish Verma


The interstellar reticence, becomes the
Circling Moons

Circling Moons

A Poem by Satish Verma


When the time faults, it becomes metaphysical for me―
The Debauchery

The Debauchery

A Poem by Satish Verma


This age of depression― Do you hear―
Overnight

Overnight

A Poem by Satish Verma


Unstitch my memories, I have come home,


The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
Compartment 114
Compartment 114