Satish Verma Poems

Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.
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Did you open it,
the red rose? Was it a sacrilege
to give an erotic response?
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When the sun enters into
a glass of water, I go in the dark to count
the crimes of sky dipping in the ocean.
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My thoughts halt at your lips
beyond lies your silence
to start a voyage in snowy dialogues
to find a meaning of futile life
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In a temple without god,
They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus,
targeting a total annihilation,
and liquidation of a beautiful saga.
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You know I do not hope
any intermission,
between life and death.
My path goes nowhere.
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Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death.
Swimming all over the life’s ports,
jumping up and down in a stinky swamp,
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Taut flesh of toxic seductress
comes out of the skin,
rolls in the dream.
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Over the lake
moon was hounded out
from the dark clouds
into the defying blues.
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Breaking the path
by random steps, you move,
and thoughts make a ritual dance.
In a wingless flight,
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