Satish Verma Poems

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,
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half-clad
cult of violence
boiling their
soulmates
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Throw yourself on a time bomb
howling, breaking the words,
twisting the letters, reciting a prayer
after the rise of a monomania in the
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Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor
brought the climate change for a flag which flew
at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the
open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started
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i, thirst for nudging
the butter lamp to peep inside
the dark of a Shiva crater
of human suffering,
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From the blank book can I
lift some questions for the lofty hopes
when I lost myself near the home?
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It was a domestic pain,
when we came apart in boots and helmets.
Taking the shine away, moon gave up the fight
on lake, against the clouds, a sniper
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The Asperger syndrome: you will not speak,
you will not tell me about
fertilizer bomb. In a farmhouse blackwater
becomes a death chamber.
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The other sex was stapled,
I started unfolding the secret:
what was static and who was silent.
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When moon was found on water
sky came down with unclenched fist,
too proud to accept the defeat.
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