Satish Verma Poems

The green hills are drinking
the clouds,
keep pouring out
the scented breath.
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I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness.
A silent emotion was insulting me.
Forgetting the self-denial
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Is it not queer
repudating to invade the riveting
image of whirlpool of spilled milk?
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My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
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After the moon
it was an unkempt night.

I wanted to kill the narrative
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When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
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The black holes ringed
the galaxy. Tainted
moon, was in tow.
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Sailing,
triangulating the body.
I will not come for the false blues.
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Calling back, the snatcher.
After the outrage,
Eros was on run.
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In deafening silence
I was hearing you,
trying to taste and smell
the traces left by you.
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