Satish Verma Poems

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead.
I still speak the old phrases
with back pain.
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He climbs on his being,
crawls
like a lizard;
frightens.
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The beams were ready to collide
on the bars of hate. The blast
was coming with adjectives.
It was immortality of a street which
...

A stammer bites the tongue
of hundreds of years.
Beyond the page lies the blood.
An outrage of a metaphor,
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A plug dismantles a temper
unveils a pink bullet-hole
on the fore-head.
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The space shrinks
when moon breaks the black night.
An aching flotilla does not
reach home. The wait ends
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Discarded, on a heap of broken
ceramics, a rotten tooth wants an
award, for biting the snake.
Who was pulling the strings?
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Were you a price victim
of an unknown?
You step out in darkness after
a family fued to walk barefoot
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It was a clouded heart.
I was fidgeting with fate and
there was no otherway, no way.
I did not want to keep him waiting either, but
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The spill of sheen
after deep throat explosion.

Not as special
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