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White Lies

It was a glass house. 

A burning boat capsizes 

in milk body, creating 

a schism. 



Relentlessly, a classical theme 

was furloughed. I 

refuse to sell, 

sell anything. 



A deemed thought is 

nurtured, hiring the 

tall grasses, to hide 

the kill. I am writing― 



a poem of…

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Added by satish verma on August 22, 2017 at 11:41pm — No Comments

The Immaculate Descent

The God refuses to accept 

the infant universe. 

After the elusive cues, there were 

antique radiations to prove 

that there was a diplomatic suicide. 



A bit of grass, 

some moon, little water 

of eyes, the eternal embrace and 

life starts earnestly in the 

qualms of terror. 



Washed out on the shores,…

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Added by satish verma on August 22, 2017 at 11:41pm — No Comments

Standing In Fog

A diminutive moon 

will ask about the infinity 

of blackness, when I 

was waiting in November night 

of a toothed fall 

in a missing success. 



Ahead of time, you 

punch the wailing trunk 

of the fallen tree. I had the taste 

of honey, but who am I, 

a giver of anonymity? 



Withering in a fire…

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The Reverie

It was devastating. 

Out of boredom, drops in 

the moon, in the month October. 

Hanging over a palm, 

to shake hand with a 

lone survivor, 

a firefly. 



A silvery silence 

explodes in you face, before 

you write a simple word 

on the golden leaf. 



And I must undo 

the locks of…

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Breaking Black And White

Bending the truth, 

you return back to your home, 

separated by a― 

monologue of lie. 



When do we become human, 

collecting the firewood, to burn 

the wax houses, lifting the sky 

to fall from heights? 



It was a rare glimpse― 

of the running limbs, 

in unison, when the rains arrived 

in the…

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Added by satish verma on August 20, 2017 at 11:50pm — No Comments

A Death's Kiss

Sometimes I do not 

want to be talked about. 

Like the setting sun. 



The earthworm was busy 

in turning the soil, 

printing the seed's path. 



I had removed, from 

the house, all the clocks. 

I wanted the time, to stand still. 



My moment has not come. 

In aloneness I will 

find you in my…

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Bitter Sweet

Autumn was round 
the corner. I was preparing 
for the fall. 

The great wall 
is crumbling. Will you 
come for reunion? 

Thea leaves, 
I am ripening for you in sun. 
Come like the moon's milk.

Added by satish verma on August 19, 2017 at 11:51pm — No Comments

Without Destination

You come to me like 
a fall. 
All the colors have arrived. 

The being, an entity― 
multiplies. For now, 
in past, in future. 

A will not move away very far 
from the dots. 
A tangent will lead you to me.

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Fractured

Blunt and bold were 

the wet spots. 

You bleed like me. 



The seizure takes hold 

of millions thoughts. 

My sins are walking with me. 



No annihilation of 

the flesh. I was meeting 

the spirits. 



The face becomes pure 

gold, when you 

start burning the issues. 



The…

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Added by satish verma on August 18, 2017 at 11:55pm — No Comments

Night Spots

Tonight the moon will sit 
on the gazobe, 
to have a look at the sea, rising. 



On the night's shade 
dewdrops will wait, till 
morning glory blooms. 



It was a long night. 
My lamp starts to flicker. 
I hurry up to finish my poem.

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Unthreading

It was a damp kiss 

of an image. 

Dispassionately you drop 

an old coin into my hands. 



Faithless in your poem. 

I adored the Venus in twilight. 

Carnation. A rose pink color, 

appears in your eyes. 



Rising from the marshy 

slush, greater flamingos 

keep watch underneath, at the 

army of…

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Added by satish verma on August 18, 2017 at 12:28am — No Comments

Many Shades

The brown rice were 
not yet ready. 
An old man turns in grave. 



The thingness 
was shapeless in dark 
Like a sleeping Buddha. 



Once I told a lie. 
The snow started melting 
releasing methane.

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Crumbling Down

Can you understand 

the agony of a titan, which 

cannot afford to show its fall? 



Missing the defeat― 

no one was victorious. 

Battle cry was a phantom. 



The questions, that were 

fluttering in a storm― 

had become the sufi fakirs. 



It was a dirty stricture. 

The colors had stopped…

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Added by satish verma on August 17, 2017 at 12:57am — No Comments

Uninviting Destiny

I would not understand 

your fabric, when you come 

wearing only smile. 



The politics of life was beyond 

my poetry. I only have the words 

as my wealth. No other assets. 



I wanted more space 

between the black holes. My earth 

needs a rebirth. I am very lonely. 



Poison poems. You always 

sparred with a…

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Too Crowded Was Arena

I felt you, through your 

words. Tight and 

crisp. But you remained untouchable. 



For thousand of years 

a lity of valley 

cried, to get a dove's cooing voice. 



The musk deer will not 

leave its domain. Some 

poems were hungery of its hideout. 



An ordinary day of fall 

starts the inferno.…

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Added by satish verma on August 15, 2017 at 11:46pm — No Comments

Wounded And Alive

In search of wholeness, 

the words sit around me 

cutting the edge of the corn ear. 



A new shibboleth, will 

announce the arrival of 

a bloody tribe. 



In this life cycle, I 

will meet you, to kidnap 

a Pir for remaining silent. 



Who was on the road 

to give a sane advice 

to the waning…

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Covered With Quills

This paper lantern in lake 

was in love with you. 

The water oscillating, 

not the taper. 







The panelled remains of― 

walls still hold, 

your signs. You would not 

come back? 







Apparitions gather― 

to bid goodbye to the moon. 

A flame of the…

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Added by satish verma on August 15, 2017 at 12:04am — No Comments

Turning To Dark

I believe in you, O tidal 

mouth, where the salt 

meets the stream. 



I never had any God 

to put the fish in desert to swim, 

and someone can write a poem. 



I am not different 

beyond the unwritten 

miracles. I cannot undo a cliché. 



It is still my dharma ― 

to listen to unheard…

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Added by satish verma on August 15, 2017 at 12:04am — No Comments

A Spirited Dust

Was it a calculated 

risk, when it was poetry, 



falling like rains 

on the parched lips 



of yellowing pages. 

Like the stones of a 



grey mountain, 

singing a hymn to blasts, 



pick pocketing the sun? 

I start reading the anatomy 



of violence, ever, never 

easy to…

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Added by satish verma on August 14, 2017 at 12:05am — No Comments

Each Day

The suffering 

was suffering. 

You pay for it. 



There was no point 

in returning, to fumble. 



Sodium or Potassium 

fluoride will make it lethal. 



New crack's open the 

mind, like a walnut. 



God's creation― 

lies in halves. 



Take it, or reject it, 

the maze of…

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Added by satish verma on August 14, 2017 at 12:05am — No Comments

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