Satish Verma Poems

in lunatic scape of
fringed labellum
the creeping malignancy was advancing.
i missed a rendezvous with moon
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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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What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when
you were subject of―
the history, which will
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Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you
with poetry.
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You would not know,
when, a desire,
becomes kismet.
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Holding the truth for the
sake of time and space.
I will not ask your name.
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Needing a bit less,
I wanted to discover myself.
Raise the chimney.
The house in on fire.
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Night falls in rings.
The poetry becomes
a summer dilemma.
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Rethinking. Can
we reverse our love? I will
write my poems in blood.
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