Satish Verma Poems

Taut flesh of toxic seductress
comes out of the skin,
rolls in the dream.
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If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.
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Speaking of our troubled times,
Incenced, enraged,
the crowd seeks revenge.
Reason drowned,
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Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
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Just unbound, the death rate.
Red roses had no qualms. Numbers,
unapologetic, they die or commit suicide.
Death had no tombs. One by one they
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Unmoored in twilight, my most visible
hands were ready to slam on the moon
of stains to bring out the water of life.
A secondhand night was waiting for
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a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range
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What do I do with the words?
They hurt, they flourish without thoughts,
destroying the civilities.
The sky cannot hold the conflict.
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Over the lake
moon was hounded out
from the dark clouds
into the defying blues.
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Breaking the path
by random steps, you move,
and thoughts make a ritual dance.
In a wingless flight,
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