Satish Verma Poems

Blazing in my blood,
you were coming down, yellow moon.
No, not you were my enemy.
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My half-written poem
right on the long track of truth, was
never finished after losing heaven.
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Prickly love, I have
come to bleed. A size of moon
was always shadowing the charisma.
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You ought to have stopped
me, in my knocked out desires, promising
the light soon to open the hibiscus.
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I ask you to split
the ocean. I will stay in the sky. Under
the pine seeds are ready to fly away.
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Digging out your bones
by gods from your burial. Against the
moon I will concede my reddish body.
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A part of your body
touches my dreamsong. You call me
in dark to measure the distance of love.
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Becoming unsteady
at points of darkness.

Tinged with blue
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Gender―
was becoming unborn, ―
untaught. Very fluid state.
You could transgress the boundaries
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The trapped body
will not listen to baby fugue.

The perception will find―
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