Satish Verma Poems

I intuited.
Something had crept into
my room in dark,
and slept on my bed
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Belly crawl after a dance.
Carnivores were ready
to jump on flesh.
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Blurring of words
takes place. Lead the light, O Sun;
non-path travelers are playing
an exotic game
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The occult was scrounging
in stringent way
to resurrect the past.
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A whisperer with its begging bowl
wants a moon in alms.

A candle burns in panic.
...

Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking.

Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor
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In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken
from inside me.
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It laps up the solitude.
A flame hits the stonewall
of silence.
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You wanted to understand
the tenor of wet, heavy lids ―
that had emigrated from
deep oceanic eyes.
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Without assent
I open your book
to find your crazy god on mat.
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