Satish Verma Poems

Defrosting,
the mutability of homicide.
You were lost in dreams
stoking the protests of eyes.
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A silent presence
huddled in the dark corner
starts a notional dialogue
with a trust default.
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Listen to beats:
of heart, for massacre
unexplained.

In man there was
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Meaningless run.
There is no meaning
in your name.
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This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had
gone to you.
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You come home,
to a genocide of sperms.
A storm was brewing
to implode;
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Renunciating
the flesh, now you ask for
nomadic soul.
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Standing under a
bottlebrush I write a
poem for you.
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What was the legitimacy of
an alchemist digging
up the earth for gold?

The yellow lips will tell the whole
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Decanting the soul
to achieve the silence
of the moon.
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