Satish Verma : Writing

What Are Future Games?

What Are Future Games?

A Poem by Satish Verma


Make me wild― weirdly ethereal. An abstract
Opening A Window

Opening A Window

A Poem by Satish Verma


You floundered. No god poems.
No Intimidation

No Intimidation

A Poem by Satish Verma


A weird solatium was offered by putting
Under The Palm Moon

Under The Palm Moon

A Poem by Satish Verma


A broken step― halts me. I move towards
The Nightmare

The Nightmare

A Poem by Satish Verma


Had wanted it to happen, without me.
Pangs Of Truth

Pangs Of Truth

A Poem by Satish Verma


There was nothing to hide. No jewels, no gold. I
There Was No Answer

There Was No Answer

A Poem by Satish Verma


I cannot understand you. You walk straight
There Was No Prelude

There Was No Prelude

A Poem by Satish Verma


Clubfoot. A poet's dilemma.
When The Attack Comes

When The Attack Comes

A Poem by Satish Verma


Like a tantric I will gather you and make you slee
The Hidden Sky

The Hidden Sky

A Poem by Satish Verma


In my sanctum, you walk in― like