Short Unuttered Poems

your face, I see
is always having intoxicants within
so, never my eyes blink
to not lose those moments
for the world, I shut my ears
to concentrate,
on your unuttered messages,
the messages for me.......

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Your hazel eyes I still remember,
your unuttered vox I still discover,
The dew of breeze says umpteen words,
With a stone's throw we are still together...

In the eve of rain we still have pleasure,
In the tears of clouds have still treasure,
The sorrows of sea are always hurts,
In the flow of winds we are still together......

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God knows the words that follow
Embody the feelings within,
Especially those unspoken and unuttered.
Sandra love, I curse the day my eyes
Allowed themselves to take in your beauty
Not knowing it was only a torturous facade
Drawing me closer into an oblivion of no return
Regretfully, I am burdened with loving an
Angel with no hope of a positive response....

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You will not abandon me,
but kill me gently
reciting a hymn.

As if the speech was slurred,
after the encounter.
Time. It was not yours, not mine.

Punctuated again in
less moon,
I am searching the frozen lake.

Unuttered gratitude. I
will not submit the ultimate.
Barrier reef was rising.

I sit alone
down the lane.
Waiting for the sunset.


Satish Verma...

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The words are loud in my ears 
Causing a cringe in my flesh
They are a lump in my throat
And lead in my heart
They clog my nostrils
And blur my vision
The letters haunt my dreams
But unspoken they must remain 
For I fear the verses
Yet if I leave them unuttered
They will feast on my lobes
If I do not string them together
The past will be lost
And we become enslaved by guilt...

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When the mornings come,
The antenna of my soul rises
to catch a frequency of The Divine

When the mornings come,
My soul sings melodies unheard
by mortal ears; unuttered by human lips

When the mornings come,
my soul rejoices as the real me unfolds
and soaks in the sacred moments of quietness

When the mornings come,
I long inside, wishing they might long endure,
but time disallows such lasting sacred treats,
and the mornings smile and wave as they retreat

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