Satish Verma Poems

A chalky midnight
I wait for the sound of
flapping winds.
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Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?
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आधी रात
लक्ष्य साधने का उत्सव मनाते हुए
अपने आप को मिटा कर
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A squirrel on a stone bull
revives a genre,
after a black rose
fell on the lips of tremor.
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Go forth alone, as a beast,
as a bird, as a fish.
There were knots in the breast
to be dissolved.
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Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer?
Was it not a crime against
poetry articulate?
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Midnight encounter.
In moon, on sand.
Why you were igniting a sheltered home
of wounded pride?
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Looking back at self-portrait
was bewitching.
Self-abuse? Do you think
we should start preparing for a
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Defrosting,
the mutability of homicide.
You were lost in dreams
stoking the protests of eyes.
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A silent presence
huddled in the dark corner
starts a notional dialogue
with a trust default.
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