Satish Verma Poems

Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea.
A snake again wants to kiss,
I am learning to die
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He did not want to climb the spiral helix,
a son will be born without him.
He said I want to become my father
and see the decline.
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In the stand-off
between stolen history
and presiding deity
priest was hanged, while a blue cloud
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Your body in mud pack
in line of fire
suddenly finds a lover.
I was watching with concern.
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A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
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Let it remain
ovarian pure. After strangulating
the truth,
for hypoxic euphoria.
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Stammering quarrel
with classical fluidity,
fails to measure the uncertainty.
I was finding my rocks,
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For you
I am walking on rocks
holding unburnt match sticks,
you want me to throw them
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This kitsch
makes you hollow,
kleptomaniac.
You become blind in green
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Your window
was very small.
Why did not you throw the dice?
Walk away
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