Satish Verma Poems

The padded words
perdured the fall of factuality
into the gaping maw of untruth.

The barriers start
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You miss the words and numbers.
The gameplan gets ascention. The
podium was high.
And so was your head.
...

The silence of the road
intends to pause the observer’s speed.
Unchanged continuity
had a cubic quality.
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The riot was within.
Not getting along with social
revolution you would lie
on purple patch without seeking
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After the civil war in temples
a wodden god
with broken nose, was walking
with a stick.
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This music was insane.
Do not pluck the wounded apples
of conjugal extraction.

The volatility was increasing.
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The sun beats mercilessly.
A coastline invites the violence
of the great lake.
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That elusive answer
which ricocheted to land
in a bush, throws you in tizzy.
Are you sure, you want
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From a homemade
golden pen you went on
exploring,
the young erotica.
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Holding the thread,
I catch you in midstream.
A moon was watching.
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