Satish Verma Poems

The caged golden bird
discovers a very thin line between
holy sin and a painless homicide.
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When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.
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Life distributes the ashes. A gale
throws the flowers to weigh your love.
Sometimes I stop thinking.
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What matters if I am
entering water. It does not bite.Your
attitude will preserve my pain.
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When I speak to me
your golden skin listens, stretching
the pigments on your face.
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Ialways said, only you
can do this.The charisma of your
love stitches the cryptic halves.
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Moon wanted to bathe
your singed feet with moonlight since
you were walking on simmeringcoals.
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My caged wish was to
give you freedom. Step by step I am
coming down with open heart.
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Do I love you in absentia?
The changer sits quietly. What
you are not, I am.
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After lighting a paper lamp
on water, I ask the moon, are we
in love with each other?
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