Satish Verma Poems

We are ending in the
hands of love hunters. Salt and
water will not make any ocean.
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Shall we meet in the
last chapter of the book, where after the
struggle two bodies had become one?
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Like night- blooming cereus,
you wake up, shattering the empty glass.
In your quiescence, the world would not care.
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Like in gendering of flowers
a splendid thing was love poems.
The dummy had become second I.
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Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.
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Pains apart, life is same
between man and beast. I renounce
my friendship with death.
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I need you very badly.
I will carry. Agni into the sea, so that
blackbirds collect the moonlight.
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You are my beautiful poem,
O moon. The absent conclave will
ask the knife to navigate in homeless pains.
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The right or wrong thing,
a praying mantis decides, eating
away the head of mate in conjugation.
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You are speechless like
tasmanian blackwood. Back of my
mind, I am a little nervous.
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