Satish Verma Poems

Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
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You have nibbled and eaten raw
scratching by nails
talking of a pink rose syndrome
under the corona of soft spikes.
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Looking around for a loop of light,
a captive throws out his
trove of litter and ask for a
right to be killed.
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The buff flaunts his elements
in a dissenting voice.
Don’t go into the lake.
There were no survivors.
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Graveyard of stillbirths.
I am walking on severed legs.
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Cell to cell a trapped apocalypse moves
breaking the taboo, deconstructing
the secret of body in chains
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It was in reach for,
a chilling sensation.
A flame of the moon.
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in lunatic scape of
fringed labellum
the creeping malignancy was advancing.
i missed a rendezvous with moon
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Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you
with poetry.
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What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when
you were subject of―
the history, which will
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