Satish Verma Poems

you were stealing me from myself
my mitochondria, a little under the name,
while I was unmoored, talking to a mirror
who did not recognize me, caked in heat and dust
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Floaters swim in acrid clouds, I watch
myself killed by me, the image was real, oracular

ashen grey, sitting on a sand dune
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Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns;
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs

a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks
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Time sets upon the arcane taboos
you wear the unknown fear
like cowries around your neck,
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At ethnic moment
on the moonfront, artless impressionists
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks
come to share the self realized truth
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sulking penetrates in deep veins,
deliverer becomes bald,
jumps to his death in scorching sun,
a starfish inherits the costume of
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Sky overcast, moon was sad.
Ashes were sent to the lake.

Who killed the bird in morning rain?
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A crooked slanting moon
shifts the eye
comes under the chaste tree
and washes the tainted
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prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,

elusive, his crotch,
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do not go the orphean way,
he thinks, friends meet as strangers
on road, was the absolute absence able
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