Satish Verma Poems

You have put up the price on your shirt.
I have started seeing the return
of the death instinct. The curtain falls
on profile of joy, of giving away.
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I am trying to read
your mind.There were open questions
lying in the temple of thoughts.
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Leaning against the shadow
of self, starting the
monologue. With the fall
I don't want to think of the other.
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When it is a moonless
Night, you
Start repeating yourself
Like a parakeet.
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The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns.

My language does't
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Turning me blue
blithe thoughts had come like snakes
wriggling, biting, leaving tooth marks.
I remained holding a dew drop
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It was not opulence.
Black widow eats the mate after
the love. Cannibalism has gone very high!
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It was half-sleep in your arms,
lying on my bed. I will tell lilies
you have to listen to a dream.
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The brown earth comes
out with empty hands when you
go to the field for bread.
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You used to say, I
was your accident, but you smiled
in unspoken words of pain.
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