Satish Verma Poems

Like war of words.
A fierce battle of winds
erupted between
mountain and woods.
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Be laid:
with your private wounds
beside me.
For otherness.
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An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside,
of Milky Way, at night.
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The ancient war is on.
You kill,
or get killed.
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You were aging by nights.
Days will not seek
to defend you.
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Need mercy for a
Freudian slip.
I was sitting on a window.
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Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle.
Moon will not come tonight.
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The knife peels off
the silence.
Colours were very shrewd.
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Wanting to know about
the violence in cuckoo's nest?
Heard the first call to court a mate.
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Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time,
and you will be a sitting duck
in the hands of brutal clock.
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