Satish Verma Poems

For a good road map you need
whistling words and biting
flies of porn videos.
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Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking.
Let there be a dialogue-
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Do not open this dirt file of
the suspended time. It reverberates
in me while standing
on the edge of a precipice.
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After the plumes,
legs are blown off.
Your body smells of migration
and length of
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Eyes will not flirt again.
There were bleeding stones -
to speak of black magic.
We meet like strangers in tides
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Aggressive posture of silence
sweeps the mind.
I preempt the drowning of septum
in calving ice.
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The camellias.
Catch the witch on the pole:
A spring was here.
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It was a severed finger
in an envelope,
which wrote the letter
of consent.
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The point was, he had swallowed
the pawn.
The world rips apart
and ultimate wintering
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Blood - mother, go
to moon and ask for a
spoon of silver.
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