Satish Verma Poems

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
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Clouds had refused to part.
A fractured moon was walking in dismay
stroking the gazing stars.
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Dancing on the trembling
flames, virtually
remaining calm, I was just
watching your hands― the palms, and
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No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
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When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
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I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
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It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
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Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
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Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
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Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils,
like four-leaf clover.
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