Satish Verma Poems

It spurs the hope
in absent voice for a deaf ear.
You will wash the ancestor’s prism
for a natural death of a fault.
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It crashed like a chandelier
my dream.
Becoming wet, into unhealing existence.
I was expecting a landfall
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Want to shed the knowledge
far from the strings
and becoming myself again.
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It was a thorn in flesh
before our fires met in midstream,
the waterplant had become untouchable.
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Sky wept
when you hanged the young truth
from a tree.
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And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.
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You shall read me
when I am gone
in green pain.
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A green smoke was rising
to ferret out
the elusive pain
without body.
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BLACK ROSES 15 June 2010

Wading
in your memories.
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I hate the self-immolation
of orange sex.
Weather was leaving
blue strings on the skin.
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