Satish Verma Poems

Lines on forehead are deepening.
No signs of abatement
of fire in our bellies.
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Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.
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Living on fringe
he was stealing genes.
Fear of rebirth
started a dialogue with death!
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That grave alchemy
of cold fusion,
of turning mercury into gold,
makes me undone
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The reverse gravity pulls me
into timelessness,
holds me to become free from tremors.
The truth of zero morality
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The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
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To disconnect oneself
you push apart, from the stasis,
like flesh from the bones.
Coming home becomes dreadful
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Happening?
you heave a sigh.
In peril, mother of peace?
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Suckers of an octopus arm
entwine
like ziplocks
around a bleeding artifact,
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Afraid of each other
we are hiding from farewell.
At stake was our nest,
you did not want to leave.
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