Satish Verma Poems

The green hills are drinking
the clouds,
keep pouring out
the scented breath.
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Is it not queer
repudating to invade the riveting
image of whirlpool of spilled milk?
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My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
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It was chillingly true.
You walked out─
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.
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When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
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After the moon
it was an unkempt night.

I wanted to kill the narrative
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The black holes ringed
the galaxy. Tainted
moon, was in tow.
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Sailing,
triangulating the body.
I will not come for the false blues.
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Sky-clad, you are going
to meet the nemesis,
digging the street to―
find the nails. Do not fret.
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Come to me
like never ending pain.
I will wait till eternity.
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