Satish Verma Poems

In the valley of death
one more guest arrives.
By my sleep, there is a soul search.
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Walking with death
talking poetica.
Living without walls
and firing squad.
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That fleeting incandescence
was branded witch
in grotto of a cloud.
For the first time I saw
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Black livers?
Are you really desperate
after a vision? Miasma
rising?
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It was a broken lamp,
the orphean tragedy.
You were found sexless
in a naked bowl.
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You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree;
for greasy palms of petals of
lewd figures.
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Decoding the self-portrait
in false exposure from me
to light. The wounds hide
the smell of alienation.
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Anatomy of fear,
is revealed before me.
Like a red flower opens.
A shadowless figure, deathly-white
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You could feel it.
The fear in that pristine howl
writhing in throat. Something was
wrong with the sunflowers. A genital
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I take you in my arms. O moon.
Crazed. You have become a muse
of a dervish. I hear the noises. Inside.
Beyond perception. I could have swapped
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