Satish Verma Poems

today i am not one whole, placid;
blood streaked globe of full moon
was hovering over me all night
to freeze a ruined landscape, i was
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Sometimes it pours like hot
drips of melted wax from a candlestick;
your migraine.
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Deep down thighs, unhoisted,
what was there, harvesting the sperms? At dusk
an inflorescence breaks into myriads
of fireworks, wrecked apologia,
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untouchable that bleeds, lonely
in black sky, that haunting moon
walks gingerly on quivering sea:
lovers killed in shame in broad daylight
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Stealing stones from skinny faces
snipers scratch the colors
of a withered moon at night.
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Tryst with enemy
bakes the earth.
I am standing firm on dust of times
with rising threat. In vloaks, under the fading
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Take it to the doors of heart:
features are same,
of whores and nuns.
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The spectre of falling towers in night
unfolds in awe.
A reclusive star rises in east at dawn.
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In the orbit, fear was invisible;
was not seeking anything, just wanted
to become a stone;
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One wardrobe malfunction
was a blast, a kill;
undressing imagination.
I was ready for an ambush.
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