Satish Verma : Writing

After The Ceremony

After The Ceremony

A Poem by Satish Verma


I would be riding your stumps― to
Voicelessly

Voicelessly

A Poem by Satish Verma


Listening from the walls what was not sacred.
Not Guilty

Not Guilty

A Poem by Satish Verma


Undone in dark you strike back with ardor.
Dismay

Dismay

A Poem by Satish Verma


It was not ending, not beginning this fracas,
A Blackbird Will Not Sing

A Blackbird Will Not Sing

A Poem by Satish Verma


How would you describe the stampede, when there was
What A Wrath

What A Wrath

A Poem by Satish Verma


Another woman sits on rose hips
Orgy Of Pain

Orgy Of Pain

A Poem by Satish Verma


There should not have been any question marks on your
My Injured Self

My Injured Self

A Poem by Satish Verma


In your big eyes my mission ends.
Antithesis

Antithesis

A Poem by Satish Verma


Strangly enough― it was the most silent night…
It Is

It Is

A Poem by Satish Verma


Telling a big no was easier than conveying