Satish Verma Poems

This was my visual
wound. My penultimate fall. Do you
know where the spirits live?
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You sit in a cauldron
waiting for an angel to ignite the
coals to invite the gods of the iron age.
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Incredible, in dark the
peers were walking in brilliance. Let
then be happy. But the protagonist was raising a wall.
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You are inflicting wounds
on you. Words change meanings in
dark. We have love, wars and peace.
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When the dementia
persists, you don't know the other
side of pain. I search for a kind mind.
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The dysfunctional love grabs
the ocean to drown the Himalayas one time.
I say you cannot succeed.
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A first shock from
a hidden weapon. God was giving
less than any desires
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Hazy thoughts and half-
words were going to make the landscape
of static deities. You are with yourself.
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My primordial agony
turns into the love of an angel of dreams.
Can you walk on the mirage?
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When the trigger goes
upside down, the rage attacks on
you, though imperfectly.
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