Satish Verma Poems

It was a quaint
feeling. Something was
going to happen.
...

My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
...

Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.
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Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
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In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
...

I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
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It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
...

There was no collateral
damage to my flower vase.
My roses were intact.
...

Was it a lunar effect,
I ask the fading light?
And my future invaded the magenta moon.
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Truth was me
when serotonin appeared
for a golden deal.
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