Satish Verma Poems

Take the thorns away
from roses.
Sex will never be the same.

Bring the bellicosity under
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White lotus at red feet:
we will start self-infliction
explicating
with regrets.
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Let us talk about ligation.
I don’t want to push the –
searing boundaries trumpeting
the sexual orientation.
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In asci we stand like
spores in a floating pain
in trepidation of something
evil.
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A night of one thousand moons
and I am dancing
in dark.
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The rain enters back
into your eyes.
A private door quivers.
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Wrestling with a theological
puzzle, I would like to talk
about the nature of God. He was sitting
besides me. The man has
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What was the prophecy of
a slow moving floating name?
To hang a spy from the beam?
Your face lits up.
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Butterfly interrupted.
Fear grips the flowers
eaten by the winds.
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Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting
making away of yourself.
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