Satish Verma Poems

Dismembering the wreath,
he went on celebrating his own demise.
Shadow had become a white shroud.
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Let it be as such,
my long cut tear,
Do not dramatize the wound
and put it as an exhibit.
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We always searched for the center,
the dark hole of a naked mind.
World moved in concentric rings,
like onion peels.
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The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with,
meditation on death.
What was real?
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Don’t go brutal in the veins
blood is diluted
life has become complex.
Barefoot truth walks,
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Night was young.
Shameless moon
wanted to talk to me.
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Pure kill.
I pull out the shivering
heart in my eyes.
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You started parenting
a blitz,
against my nest.
I am bleeding on my lines.
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Flesh by flesh
bone by bone.
I am tired of your religion.
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It was restless mind
and I ask you something.

The grammar.
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