Satish Verma Poems

Terrified. Something great,
unknown of lips and kisses, chewing
bitter hawthorn. But we two think separately.
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In the blood red pain,
there is some nakedness. You wanted to
kiss, not as a penitent under the mistletoe.
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You lived in me.
Pure words. Passion changes the
climate, when death is in the care of flowers.
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An openness. It won't
last. I will burn day in, day out.
I will not bite your lips.
The scandal implodes.
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When the words end.
heart speaks It was a farewell. You
were sowing and reaper was harvesting.
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The eternal pain exploited.
I don't belong to me. A hiatus breaks
the emaciated trust. I want to quote Socrates.
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You went mad, going
near the sun. I am nobody to behead
the moon flaunting my agony.
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A candle burns in the
eyes. It is my quivering poem. A broken
sun. Will give you a gift of the moon.
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What else you will
give me, after you shot down a
parrot, eating a pomegranate.
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Tears have their own
language. You were my first lover.
Are we two strangers on the road?
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