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Thinking Off

The clouds hang on the strings. 

I cannot dry my eyes. 



Picking up the pine cones, on grass― 

one by one, as the years went by. 



How did I lose my home again? 

Were there not footprints in snow? 



The caladiums, you planted in 

summer, had the crimsoned spots. 



Like the kirmizi sun 

dipping in lake one…

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Added by satish verma on April 25, 2018 at 9:19pm — No Comments

What You Were

Cessation had no direct threats. 

You had stopped thinking. 



A shadowy future starts hating 

you and your financial motives. 



The September light falls on leaves 

ready to go, yellow-brown-red. 



You are still warm, still receptive 

of the hollyhocks to welcome you. 



A guiltless flight with singing birds― 

homing to…

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Added by satish verma on April 25, 2018 at 9:18pm — No Comments

Escaping The Wait

Perfect domes― 

beehived. 



An alien sitting in 

Mona Lisa? Do you believe in the 

pshyche of a beekeeper? 



A vision. The future tense 

retrieves the past glory of tenseless era. 

The mimicry will do its own job. 



A freak incident. Earth was 

moving. Corned bodies riding on lead. 

You must fill up the…

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Added by satish verma on April 24, 2018 at 7:59pm — No Comments

When The Smoke Rises

Writing poems 

on your lips, 

fearlessly compromising 

the Venus. 



The pink, female 

moonlets, trying to 

stitch a womb. 



I start a countdown 

to launch, 

a death paramour. 

My severed hand 

holds a yellow rose. 



Preserving the― 

half skull of…

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Added by satish verma on April 24, 2018 at 7:58pm — No Comments

Unending Rope

How will you be defining 

a war, when you 

meet without machetes? 



Between real and fiction 

lies a deficient bridge. 

We will go for a walk to find― 

the weak spots. 



A dead city moves in its 

entirety. You prepare yourself 

to read the tea leaves. 



The dregs were in power. 

Why you…

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Added by satish verma on April 23, 2018 at 8:41pm — No Comments

Come Again

Intercepting the random 

poems, pick not 

the holy water, in your palm. 

I cannot lift the words. 



Dark bellies, in moon's 

autumn, will play with flutes. 

You will swoon on the 

sight of blood at the hands. 



It was not the first time, a 

lamb in the midair― 

falls on the golden spear of 

new…

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Added by satish verma on April 23, 2018 at 8:40pm — No Comments

Contradiction

A textual study 

of pain and bliss. 

I was coming for a reprisal 

from a temporal crisis 

of intimacy. 



Always gnawing at me, 

the roll down from 

love to hate. Which was 

impersonating what, like 

a talking parrot? 



Soft murder. You will 

half-die, poker-faced in 

grey night…

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Added by satish verma on April 21, 2018 at 8:45pm — No Comments

Not Blameless

Whoso stills the 

thunder, it was difficult 

for you to lift yourself. 



A failed past was― 

asking for a date 

with destiny. 



What your gut bacteria 

would say, when 

it is raining hot kisses? 



I extricate myself 

from the shelled house 

of pride against the…

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Added by satish verma on April 21, 2018 at 8:45pm — No Comments

Pain Of Hawthorn

Butchers were in panic. 

The bulls are coming. 



Dandelions were 

in strike mode. 

The Ebola dream 

was competing. 



Nobody there 

sleeps in open. 

The stink of dying 

poems overwhelms. 



Please make a 

self-potrait like 

Rembrandt nude 

without a…

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Added by satish verma on April 20, 2018 at 8:22pm — No Comments

Hacked To Live

He used to dream 

of date palms, covering 

the defended wounds. 



The scoli crab after 

the fall will stay. It will 

not change the referendum. 



The neuter will not 

form the trinity. I will 

not hear the signals. 



Night was not yet 

dark to explore the moon. 

My stars remain…

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Added by satish verma on April 20, 2018 at 8:21pm — No Comments

Eyeshadows

Red horizon― 

had bite-marks 

of setting sun. 



On the table, 

I will place all my oblique wares 

for a change. 



You embrace the strange 

things, horns and all. The 

dissection was accurate. 



A multiplex opens the 

gates for all the 

lipless gods. 



The maddening…

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Added by satish verma on April 19, 2018 at 8:01pm — No Comments

Blue Grace

Darkness always weighs heavy. 

And light was weightless. 

You were visible to me. 



I was not sure, which 

god went numerical. 

I was carrying my scars. 



It offers no solace 

if I become you, and 

start hunting the filters. 



Let the moon rise in― 

its imperial robe, in 

praise of setting…

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Added by satish verma on April 19, 2018 at 8:01pm — No Comments

Between Flesh And Soul

Under the pear tree 

a rape survivor 

wavers. 



Elsewhere a moon 

was sailing in 

ghostwalk. 



Unsteady in human 

chain, you wanted 

to know, what― 



was the logic 

behind the savage 

metaphysics? 



A curse becomes 

a daily bread of…

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Added by satish verma on April 17, 2018 at 8:45pm — No Comments

Carrying Scars

The prediction goes awry. 

I wipe away an exotic 

smudge on the paper. 



I was trying to fight 

venom of adverbs and 

adjectives. 



I want to retrieve my 

poem, as it was― before 

the digital onslaught of beheadings. 



Give me my garden room, 

baby moon and spotless 

needles. My blood was…

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Added by satish verma on April 17, 2018 at 8:45pm — No Comments

Why To Think

Strange, in silence, I lose 
my way, my thoughts. 
I will speak. 

The long roots were 
stronger, 
than the myriad leaves. 

A shadaw left 
you in mid sun. No 
one will follow you now. 

The tree at last 
enters your― 
home in deep revenge.

Added by satish verma on April 16, 2018 at 9:16pm — No Comments

Unroofed

It haunts. 

You still want to see the― 

beheading, piecemeal 

in borderless pain. 

The war had defrauded my life. 



An unsoiled moon 

was taking depressed steps tonight. 

Faith healing had stopped. 



Floaters swim again in view. 



A forbidden place. 

You do not want to visit…

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Added by satish verma on April 16, 2018 at 9:16pm — No Comments

Comic End

The swamp was in 

boil. It was raining 

again on the open wounds. 



The scissors will 

play a dirty game. You 

divide the river 

in right and left. 



Enough was the greed 

when you follow the bun. 

After the surgery, no blood 

was left. 



I will go. 

You would sing in…

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Added by satish verma on April 15, 2018 at 10:59pm — No Comments

Earthen Dam

An earthen lamp 
in loneliness 
calls off the day. 

After giving you 
the golden light, 
in its death. 

Was it a pure sin, 
if I touch 
you in pitch dark? 

Where the time 
sleeps, I will meet 
you under no moon.

Added by satish verma on April 15, 2018 at 10:59pm — No Comments

Calligraphy

Teaching self the, 

art of dying 

after a serial failure. 



Stone pelting has started. 

You cannot hear your own voice. 



Praying for the inaccuracy of time's arrow. 



A physical dimension, 

you will give to your impermanence. 



And silent flows the glacier out of banks. 



Clear fall, seems…

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Added by satish verma on April 13, 2018 at 9:08pm — No Comments

Monstrosity

What would you say― 

if I shed my identity, 

before the water enters the boat? 



A cold-blooded, 

culpable homicide, of the genius, 

whom you gave your house 

of cards. 



Amidst the pathless windows 

leading to no night 

no dawn. 



The ice bucket dramatics. 

What message you…

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Added by satish verma on April 13, 2018 at 9:08pm — No Comments

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