Short Whetstone Poems

My thoughts are my weapons,
  my pen is my sword

My will is my whetstone,
  my Knighthood
    —my Lord

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2014)...

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My thoughts are my weapons,
my pen is my sword

My will is my whetstone,
my knighthood,
—my Lord

(Opening Poem to Novel 'Darkening Sun:' December, 2014)...

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Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure
and becoming a stray cloud.

The maternal touch
of the sky, you can sleep whole life
on dense logics.

White sheets were burning
unannounced in the home.
I lost the key, to open the door.

All I wanted to tell you
about, selling the roses.
Thorns must not go free.

The snake was shedding the skin,
time to hone on whetstone.
The tender loaf was ready.



Satish Verma...

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Failure in inevitable, 
It is a necessity in disguise
It is to learn,unlearn and relearn
It is to teach lessons of life.

Failure in all spheres,
Be it love or career
Be it family or desire.
It is a stepping stone.

That darkness revives in you
The spirit to rise,
The spirit to fight,
The spirit to fight back again.

It is that Whetstone , 
That can ignite a life.
It brings you closer to yourself, 
To bring out the best in you....

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