Satish Verma Poems

Superstorm
outside. Inside a deep
ocean, thoughtless.
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After an aggressive
kiss of life, a very restless
soul, trapped in the stale body,
wants to escape.
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Random fall from moon
descending into riots
wants to err again.
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It might happen― that
I become you, in your spring,
you remain winter.
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Why were you collecting the
people all around?
Unsure of yourself on the
ambiguity of an inquest?
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In starless night to-
think of you, watching the
moon dying away.
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Uncovering your breasts
and waist,
you become half-eaten.
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The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also
the acidic lips.
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On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect
the frozen tears.
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A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
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