Satish Verma Poems

Ah, the baby clouds
rappled down the moon
squeezing hands-
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A downy clay near
fingertips. I ascend light
to meet darkness.

An ambush memory.
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Flirting will broken bread
I taste a bitter truth.
I am entering into a stupor
from head to toe. The
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I will climb on the
other side of moon
to light a flame.
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Was it a mirage of innocence
in the age of push ups of a
violent surrealism?
I was wary of the repeat
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Come down gingerly.
The deep snow is melting.
Will wait at pass.
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Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose
when your lips went dry.

The salt now speaks
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After decapitation, it was
half-honour,
half-land,
and half-bread.
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Blaze. Awakens
me. Again it was snow
on the black lamppost.

Resuscitate
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I trace the path of murder, reclaiming
the blood stains
on grass. Becoming a stranger
in my own land.
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