Satish Verma Poems

Between the tremors
falls the face
in a glass of water.
Sometimes false teeth reverberate
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Step aside.
The white flowing mane
was going to become the adrenaline.
Fear of silence was turning into a green wound.
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Ceramic memories
and terracotta pain;
the injured crypt ultimately got opened.
At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine
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When the debate between
temple versus state was heating up,
death was passing through a green field.
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After bending the oracle, there was
participation in voice of grievers.
The child of sun was dead
in arms of nature.
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It was a beautiful day
after the storm.
Fever was rising in branches.
Severed moons on road
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It was a mix of demons.
Honour killing
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Like a stingray it stung me tonight
the new moon.
A live flame lobbing the sparks.
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The name calls the name
spraying the moon with red colour.
It touches a nerve, when there is
standoff on the lake.
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With frugal memory you wanted
to tame the radical spine,
while fright was bending the thighs.
Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb?
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