Satish Verma Poems

Like a large, black,
stag beetle, you give a sermon
on living. You don’t believe
in death.
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Eating each other,
the survival instinct takes you
to the coal-pit.
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Moving between the spaces,
you fell short of a small―
sky and you give up the grid,
your secrets.
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Revisiting my lust, in
beyond borders;
I want to write your
name in cursive script.
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Running without legs.
A perfect apparition
of sandhills.
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Law of causality was
seeking answers from the
rites of flowers. Why do a black powder
and glass sharpnels interrupt
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So near and so far
you live together
sorting through the detritus of life.
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The plunging line was―
going deeper, cutting close to
the bone. I was preparing
myself to be martyred
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A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced―
in the smell of a
paranoia.
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Sleepwalking in unlit
night, grabbing the
moon, for a bite.
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