Satish Verma Poems

Two kisses for a golden
lie. Don't manipulate the shelter.
Moon will take rest in my poems.
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There was something
wrong. Yet I had not come
to my home. Trust was eroding.
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It was extraordinaire.
You were always living with delicate
flowers surrounded by stings.
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You still don't know
how to address the lion standing
in the burning bush.
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What you did not get,
was found at the bottom of sea.
Was it due to dance of swans?
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Not understood you well.
Me living in myself. Your eyes will behold
what my naked hands carry.
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Your half-surrender was
unique. Going home to find the truth
of end of a beautiful story.
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I was collecting
the stars to welcome you but
there were left unspoken words.
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You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.
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I am rolling down,
down, in dream, thinking of
you pulling a thorn.
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