Satish Verma Poems

You are dying inside me,
my little god.
I am awakening after a long pause.
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A fugitive slice of moon
was preparing to leave.
From nothingness, tiny thoughts
flew out like moths.
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Let’s not go,
let’s not reach anywhere.
The toenails have started digging in the earth,
to make peace with the distress response
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Again the panic grips.
Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented
rafflesia growing in abundance.
Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape.
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I will deceive the immortality
in my inadequacy, between myself
and a messy belief.
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He was wading through the frozen pain
unhappy at himself.
Staring vacantly at the blurred stars.
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Priests of cave temple
go to sleep. Street urchins
drink the thinner, eat nail polish,
crushed lizard for a kick and then
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In last journey he wanted to have
a free run without rumors
of reconciliation.
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No more venom for me. My throat is full
and sore is spurting.
King cobra, take rest. You must be tired
after going for so many bouts.
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I want to shake them off,
weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
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