Satish Verma Poems

Nothing other than,
he was hearing―
screams!
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What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes
of Iris become apocalyptic?
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Talking off the runway
moon― being you, a
gut feeling takes over.
You will not stay overnight.
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It weeps ritual.

A spiritual walk
on the spikes. Heartache
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Where sand becomes
silver, you cower
under a palm.
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In my sanctum,
you walk in― like
my first child, to join
my innerness.
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Like a tantric I will
gather you and make you sleep
in my eyes.
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Clubfoot.
A poet's dilemma.
You cannot think straight,
cannot walk straight―
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I cannot understand you.
You walk straight
into enemy's den.
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There was nothing to hide.
No jewels, no gold. I
wanted, to get the replica of afterlife.
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