Satish Verma Poems

In my void one day, I placed you
on the mantle, O Buddha, give me the peace
of love. I was upset to see you sad.
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Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.
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It is the apocalypse. My
poems are uncovered. There is
no difference between man and the beast.
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My age don't stop
me to meet the god. You make a space
between you and sky. Amen!
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God is not present. Don't
quit the blue sky. The last star
of my eye will stand for burning moon.
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O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.
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The real you comes on the
tip toe. It blows the mind. What was that?
A thought? Things are happening.
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I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.
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It pounds, when dust
sleeps, a song of wind starts.
The falcon eyes wait for the kill.
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It is almost eerie,
scary too. I have not stopped loving
you. Trying To learn ghost words
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