Satish Verma Poems

I was sewing some
words to make a poem. Your finger
bleeds. My dilemma grows with pain.
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The newness learns a
lot about dystopia. I want to marry
you of last birth again.
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What do I do with the words?
They hurt, they flourish without thoughts,
destroying the civilities.
The sky cannot hold the conflict.
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A fake truth sells itself
wielding immense power. What happened
to me. I am afraid of myself, my hands.
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My eyes are shut,
your lips are sealed. Our nemesis is
same. You are formless. I try to touch you.
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Cannot unlock the spiral
galaxy. The stars are counting
themselves.A comet burns the path.
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You make a temple.
God dies daily. Where truth has
carried away my love?
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In the wake of loss,
as if you enter a Capricorn.
Maturity will kiss you.
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My mind burns very
fast. Not to see my own body, like
a sardine, laid as if it was my last birth.
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Altered footprints.
Don't be proud. Like an immersive
moon floating on the black sea.
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