Satish Verma Poems

Putting the fire in mouth
as a last rite
he readied himself for the onslaught
of questions, who will attack like
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The bone line travels
from flesh to flesh,
tears into blood.
I was not crude, not blunt.
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To get my dues I come to your door
talking to myself
Today I will present you
my theme song in a live shooting belt.
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A rock becomes a philosopher.
Refuses to move
looking at the stars.
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The chemistry of hate
changes in a thorn’s shade.
I start digging out the past
for a blind sun,
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A unique, irreverent intruder:
in my dying dreams,
of a domain beyond the gifts.
The corridor was full of
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Battle remains between
white and black,
a synthetic truth
and a bald faced hornet.
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Cohabiting:
my poems make me sad.

You reflect the times
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With fractured hands
I lit a pyre
of small nudes
with pink globes.
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I unwrite a song
for she,
a gratis homage.
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