Satish Verma Poems

Did you open it,
the red rose? Was it a sacrilege
to give an erotic response?
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The yellow beaked vultures were waiting.
A cloth bag contains the bleached
remains; his father.
Impeccable gift unmasked.
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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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When the sun enters into
a glass of water, I go in the dark to count
the crimes of sky dipping in the ocean.
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My thoughts halt at your lips
beyond lies your silence
to start a voyage in snowy dialogues
to find a meaning of futile life
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you bring pink roses everyday
from nowhere

with an oblique smile,
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Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death.
Swimming all over the life’s ports,
jumping up and down in a stinky swamp,
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In a temple without god,
They performed a cryptcastration on a colossus,
targeting a total annihilation,
and liquidation of a beautiful saga.
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You know I do not hope
any intermission,
between life and death.
My path goes nowhere.
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Belonging
to unbelonging
was becoming a method
exploring the path.
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