Satish Verma Poems

Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
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A nude ascends to
become a Venus. On the street of
temple beasts drink marigolds.
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I will survive in your eyes between
the eyelashes, triggering a moment of fusion.
You still do not know my reverie.
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This was a bounty.
Shouting on the flames.
You wait for the unspoken silence.
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Between right and wrong,
variant of blood wants to crash with
human beings. Don't alter the bases.
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Who ups the ante,
if you don't exist to catch the song
of sorrow to become immortal.
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Endless, this was a
romantic murder, in the orchard
of berries blue, black and red.
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The yellow beaked vultures were waiting.
A cloth bag contains the bleached
remains; his father.
Impeccable gift unmasked.
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Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
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Unmoored in twilight, my most visible
hands were ready to slam on the moon
of stains to bring out the water of life.
A secondhand night was waiting for
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