Satish Verma Poems

Your impressionist,
rift, comes through
uncontrolled hands of fear. The snake
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For the bird,
I knocked the cage to set it free.
My tryst,
with a nightmare begins.
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Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
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The bald mannequin, stands
undraped, without genitalia
moving the lips.
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A mob rapes a moon
under the blue sky.
Then parades her half-naked body
on the streets of clouds.
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They will not allow the assisted suicide.
The beetles; fiery and drunk.

After the betrayal of arithmetic,
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The wail fills the genesis;
you are not living in me any more.
Outside a grey mist of absence prevails.
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Walking the path with otherness;
not achieving anything,
I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline
to join the gods of a crowd. So that
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Pigments on rocks were darkening.
Violence had permeated like skunk.
Enough to go numb. Stream of blood.
Entire limbs were missing. You want to go
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In a death-trap of a stadium,
as if I am stoned to death.
Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain.
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