Satish Verma Poems

You want to commit suicide
in my poemsThe moon has morphed
into a big yellow rose.
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Eyes go wet.
A tale of two halves in lieu of
two murders, like reading Pablo Neruda.
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You will be in a poem.
Beheaded. I am not yet born.The
sinister hand refuses to pull me out.
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It was not easy to recall,
the love in truancy. Needs
extra gene. I would wake up in blue
darkness for an aubade.
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I try to think,
not to think of you;
cede hope to candor.
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O stark avenger,
Time.
I will come on your lapses,
when every moment,
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Some question?
It always haunted me.
In combat posture,
why would I become a child?
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You cast doubt,
on the definition.
Gods play with words,
like winged fruits,
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When God kings come―
down stealthly,
it is your waking time.
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The space between the
two ends, was becoming
a game of thorns.
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