Satish Verma Poems

Taking refuge behind the
solemn words, you speak loudly.

It rattles you, when you―
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Digging deep into
the body of moment, you have
to find out the roots/of dopamine―
blend of dopa and amine,
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Brown eyes:
little things―
I ask from you.
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For a long time
I will look at you
to find my image.
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You start abbreviating the pretention,
caring for the end of a perennial revenge –
of slain truth, finding depth in arguments
which will spawn more violence.
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Homecoming under the moon
devoid of pain.
When did the clock turned back?
You are becoming a child.
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A pristine smoke was pointing
the where of pawns
abetting the glacial runaway.
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Ignite the barren clay, I need
some rare elements
to tie a thread to the moon.
Upstaging the sun.
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Did you foresee it? It was coming.
The freaked guilt of failed attempt
to get yourself kissed by a flame in the
androgynous temptation of dark.
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A brush with pain of chest
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes.
World has come a long way
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