Satish Verma Poems

Can you take on the sparks
and swallow the flames of hurt eyes?
Every tearhas shape of its own.
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An earthly love, wears the sun
to collect Delpheniums, the larkspurs
made of blue color of your eyes.
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History repeats. Youare
drifting away from point of return.
Life cries hurt, in eyes of Venus.
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Contextual. I don't
get that much-I ask. How difficult
it was to remain like gulmohar*
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In life's drama, art
of dying is played daily. Not
a single word I would write.
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Sperms spilled on thighs
When moon was hung over trees
To engage reverberations,
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Basking in brothels of mighty corridors,
who was seeking an annulment
of lemon grass for enquiring into the
genesis of mutilation?
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it was widening,
the rift, between waves and ocean:
the resilience of depth was going
to challenge the height of winds
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sometime I watch
the fear held aloft by you, possessed,
you try to protect yourself from you in vain,
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After separation from death
rain-scented moon was rising
in broken sky. Night birds started
fluting one to another relentlessly;
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