Satish Verma Poems

A feel of inner
kiss. Premonition shatters
the calm of blue lake.
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Being rationalist
you wanted a secret sun
in your dark house.
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The lost child of
pulsing star was hiding in your eyes.
A feud will decide
the fate of broken wings.
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Connecting my poems
with your soul was my promise.
Now you set me free.
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I was not myself
after talking to basil,
knowing what was sin.
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In stark deep waters,
some dreamers had vision.
Willing to touch it?
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Standing in the wet
stones in rain, cursing winds,
that had stolen sun.
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This was exotic.
A single drop throbs in space.
I walk on blades.
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Wanting to die young
hairy and unbaked,
not telling the truth.
It was a savage vendetta.
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My little dirty moon,
why were you hiding―
when the vulture-poems had
an uncanny similarity with
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