Satish Verma Poems

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591.
Stars Were Blackening

Black fire was furtively raging
after the massacre of moon.
I still stood with feet of clay
to experiment with my lies.
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592.
Holy Wings

The twisted moon
moved horizontally,
plunged in cleavage
of dark trees
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593.
Counting

When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
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594.
Wavering

I have peeled off my eyes.
Fear of unbeing creeps in,
genes were escaping.
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595.
It Opens

An oriole gives
an edgy call
in the blaze of morning.
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596.
Rags And Riches

Deep blue, almost black,
sadness.
Being,
my ache of existence.
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597.
Hallucination

Watching the ascension
of half-moon from the brown hills
there was a blast in veins.
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598.
Blast

In a pool of blood
a face swims.
Under the boulders
there is a muffled scream.
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599.
Disaster And After

What is the relevance now
to live for a cause?
Epicenter has changed.
They were altering the human gene.
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600.
Face To Face

In the valley of blasts
a row of jacarandas
tall, sweet smelling,
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