Satish Verma Poems

Homecoming under the moon
devoid of pain.
When did the clock turned back?
You are becoming a child.
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A pristine smoke was pointing
the where of pawns
abetting the glacial runaway.
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Ignite the barren clay, I need
some rare elements
to tie a thread to the moon.
Upstaging the sun.
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Did you foresee it? It was coming.
The freaked guilt of failed attempt
to get yourself kissed by a flame in the
androgynous temptation of dark.
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A brush with pain of chest
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes.
World has come a long way
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Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.
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In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.
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Empty hands were trying to collate
the fallout after the trigger moment
invited the unwelcome guest
wearing explosive vest.
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A distraught moon
takes a misstep
and goes behind the hill
to take a holy bath.
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A transient smile lights up a moonless
landscape, catalyzing the woes of
labour of hot arguments. A fragile
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