Satish Verma Poems

It rained all night.
Heaving up the dawn immaculately, at my window
the lake crashed on white sands.
A lone tree
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I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known.
Winds start a virgin dance
of reeds.
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Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns,
in blue dark
and sets free the sun.
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Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.
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Detaches,
a part of me. To find some space.
Time cracks a dark matter with unknown speed,
colliding to release the invisible. Chilled
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Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender
plays with the gun.
Manhood was at stake
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A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere.
I am leaving blank papers
for you.
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Was it a summer storm of sexuality?
Only the chaste statue stood in threads,
and then went down the cuticle
with nipple rings.
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Putting the sun behind me
I walked into the stars, beyond the
succulent lake.
A bitch drags you
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A twisted journey starts on wings
after the end of the road. Ambition
sits in corner,
nonchalantly and a tempest
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