Satish Verma Poems

Believing in my own myths,
just to remember your face, I am
sketching you with the knife on my palm.
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Nature was conservative.
I was writing new poems, killing
the stories. There was pain for pain.
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Do you think love has
failed dismanteling faith? Life
is no more real. It crushes you to say lie.
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Life rattles you so hard, that
you were going to become a clown on
the verge of committing chaste crimes.
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To become whole after
surgical fall was very difficult. Take
a look. Was invincibility intact?
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O moon, evergreen diva,
you come back in blue lake when
butterflies come to swim.
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My mouth burns.
I speak, because I don't want to
speak. It was the red rose, responsible.
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The hymn, an unentered
temple, you come in pause.
There was uncanny space between words.
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From the first encounter
to first kiss of black hole at precise
moment of spaghettification.
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O absent one, I cannot
face the deluge of dots and dashes.
You have become me.
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