Satish Verma Poems

Again I scare myself
of the very thing.
Moon was landing on lake
for inward probe.
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take back your smile,
the fish has died in my hands;
nowhere you have touched me
deep in the brutal corona of a black moon -
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Blood and bones
become qualification
watching and being watched.
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like ether, permeating all space
mesmerizing,
he walked away, head of his enemy
in his hand,
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beautiful girls
formless of criminal honesty
falling in love with endymion
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When speed overtakes you, incision on
black marble crashes. Before the moonrise
your bygone sister falls in your arms
crying.
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A silvery,
fluting cry of a sleepless moon
on the pillow of a twilight sleep:
an enigma I wanted to share
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A very disconnecting creek where bodies
were found, presents a pictorial death in night,
which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without
thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic
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Wanted to wear the grief uncrying,
sitting on the bank, counting the waves,
watching the swaying of earthen lamps.
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This was a raw thing.
A paranoid template for AK-47 rifles. The
homemade bombs were planted on the roadside.
A very explosive blend of a fedayeen. You
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