Satish Verma Poems

Speaking of our troubled times,
Incenced, enraged,
the crowd seeks revenge.
Reason drowned,
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Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
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Just unbound, the death rate.
Red roses had no qualms. Numbers,
unapologetic, they die or commit suicide.
Death had no tombs. One by one they
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a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range
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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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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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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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Taut flesh of toxic seductress
comes out of the skin,
rolls in the dream.
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you bring pink roses everyday
from nowhere

with an oblique smile,
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