Satish Verma Poems

Who will deliver the blow
to hissing winds of red hot skin
when burning desert hits the green trees?
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Entering into deathless trance
the moon was galloping across the clouds,
clad in blue winds,
for a spiritual encounter with the sky.
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The wound peeks out
from the round eyes. No lashes,
brows. Singed face betrays the scars
of last century.
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When we slept through our
naked loops, there was a silent call.
Moon was out walking on the street
peeping through the glass window,
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Washed by tears, the flame kindled again.
Crimson magma was quick to engulf
the drops on forehead. Fired from close range
the bullets opened the bloodgates in quick succession.
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A toxic tongue laps the ocean
and fish goes to sleep at bottom.
I do not know from where to start.
A distraught candle flickers.
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Hollyhocks will not let me go;
hold my hands.
Shying away
they were turning to ashes.
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In a school of murder a hub of
terror survives.
An acid attack on face
captures the contradictions of first nervous countdown.
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The body was arched in a denial mode
on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion
in the train of lots. A broken chain
of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime.
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Liquidity crunch turns you
into lip slave.
The candlelight bed has the broken legs.
Asleep by the boat you sway in dark.
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