Satish Verma Poems

A glimpse of you,
looking at me. I was giving away
my blood to my poems.
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What I am now,
that I was not.The fireworks
have begun.
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A scream comes from
the shooting comet. Your poem has
become a prayer.
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The fig and cherry
will always marry in shrouds.
Can god come in a disguise?
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The caged golden bird
discovers a very thin line between
holy sin and a painless homicide.
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When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.
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Life distributes the ashes. A gale
throws the flowers to weigh your love.
Sometimes I stop thinking.
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What matters if I am
entering water. It does not bite.Your
attitude will preserve my pain.
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When I speak to me
your golden skin listens, stretching
the pigments on your face.
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Ialways said, only you
can do this.The charisma of your
love stitches the cryptic halves.
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