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IRONY

A severed hand on my shoulder 

wrenches it off. 

You sit on a toadstool 

to measure the depth of grass. 



A raven scans the earth: 

nothing was left to eat. 

The hungry urchins had 

already punctured the garbage can. 



A live show of committing suicide 

will take place tonight. 

To become silent in roaring…

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Added by satish verma on November 29, 2014 at 11:46pm — No Comments

UNFINISHED SCRIPT

Your hands were chopped off. 
How will you write 
the poem now? 



Truth was─ 
an alloy. Need to mix some 
lie in pure gold. 



Why did the 
roses cry? The saint was 
not in the tomb.

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Climacteric

Tonight when you deploy 

the pillow to block the doors 

and the skin fails; a moon 

will enter by sealth from 

the window in virgin black night. 



I will bring forest flames from 

where, adoration never stops. 

There may be a disconnect─ 

when you kill the time; yet 

turmoil rises with sensuality. …



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Added by satish verma on November 28, 2014 at 11:30pm — No Comments

Recollection

After the prank 
call, the death returns to room q 
for her friend. 

You were drinking 
moon in dark. A door opens 
for the guest. 

There would be 
no elegy. A poet will die 
today, anonymously.

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YELLOW ROSES

Have not written a single 

word today, for you. 

As if I was fishing 

without a line. 



Mixing the precursors 

on the hills to invite the 

mustard moon, for a─ 

dance with kingfishers. 



There was no grief, no 

scars. My hands becoming 

empty. Parrots are gone. 

There was no speech, no…

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Grains Of Wood

Read me a poem. 
The lightening has touched again─ 
my raw nerves. 



I say, don’t 
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea 
has made it a home. 



I have come, 
a longway to meet my lover, 
the solitary moon.

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WAITING TO BLINK

Eating circles in the sky 

I ask you to step outside 

the space. It was time! 



I will alter the succession 

of flesh to spirit. 

Sky was overcast, when 

mercury was falling. 



The thread breaks. Your 

theory falls without wings. 

Chandeliers chase the─ 

shadows on the walls. 



You start…

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Added by satish verma on November 25, 2014 at 11:33pm — No Comments

Colloquy

Will you wait for me 

till the moon parts the clouds 

and the lake looks serene? 



A reticent encounter; 

I want to speak through─ 

silence. A shadow play will do. 



Mystic nights weave─ 

a conspiracy. The insects 

hover like words. 



A lamp? No I will 

burn my bridges to illuminate 

the…

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Added by satish verma on November 25, 2014 at 1:49am — No Comments

ALONG THE DOTS

What would you seek 

from the collection─ 

of lyrics? 

It is getting dark. 



Dismantling the notes, 

I heard, when tears 

were sitting dead in─ 

the crying eyes. 



Life reeks with the violence, 

from inside. You wanted 

one more religion to 

atone for the stink. 



But the…

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Added by satish verma on November 25, 2014 at 1:48am — No Comments

SCARRING

The pungent smoke. 
Someone was burning 
the wet rhymes. 



A wilted rose 
on the red lips of dawn, 
facing the moon. 



The malicious 
darkness, you drink, 
to welcome the sun.

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WALKING SHADOWS

A cherry legacy 
and the orange pick. 
Let me go wild. 



Embellishing 
the rock, with flowers, 
for a golden fruit. 



A journey, for 
the comfort of slopes, 
on the clear lake.

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ONE COLD MORNING

After a─ 
good shower, moon was 
braiding the clouds. 



Dawn, December. 
Recently washed trees getting ready 
to drink the sun. 



The dew drips. 
I collect the elixir 
to die again.

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Boudaries

By genetic accident─ 

I fall in your way. 

A city sleeps between the arms. 



Will you give me 

a nickel of memory? 

I have lost my home. 



What do I do 

with the moon? The night 

has called for the sun. 



Making a nest for 

the sparrows. Want to 

hear the domestic…

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Added by satish verma on November 22, 2014 at 11:04pm — No Comments

ECHOES

It was burning again 

like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. 

You start climbing down deeper in fear 

holding tight your identity. 



The anguish of ruined home 

under the shadows of bribed hands, 

runs on the bodies of pilgrims 

who were protecting the unborn baby. 



Along the shores of morality, a prodigal 

becomes a…

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Added by satish verma on November 21, 2014 at 11:25pm — No Comments

DILEMMA

There was the hunger 

and suicide. 

In favor of my brutal truth 

or virtue of my failure, 

I do not want any comments on my trauma. 

Morality has a dubious equation 

with power, provoking my anger. 



The days were full of abandoned kilns. 

No more shaping of containers 

in which one can put the moon, 

and honey and…

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Added by satish verma on November 21, 2014 at 11:25pm — No Comments

The Closed Window

When─ 
you were taking lovers, 
a tunnel collapsed. 




The vision 
rolls back. The moon 
releases the dark secrets. 



A collaborator 
gives in. The street spreads 
the names.

Added by satish verma on November 20, 2014 at 11:01pm — No Comments

THE BIRTH PANGS

It is now. 

The call of unknown. 

A doting mother─ 

writes a child. 



I am, collecting─ 

the words. To speak for the 

death, which was hestitant 

to come, 

against the will of grass. 



The grassroots diplomacy, 

catches the wind. 

Abandons the footpath, 

goes to the marbled…

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Added by satish verma on November 20, 2014 at 11:01pm — No Comments

THE STINGING WITHDRAWL

Barefoot you reach 

for candidacy to 

get partitioned. 

The hatred had divided 

the grass. 



The suspense 

was intense when 

earth failed to 

accept the─ 

defeat. 



A drinking─ 

cloud will settle 

the score with 

the flames. 



Consequently…

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Added by satish verma on November 19, 2014 at 11:21pm — No Comments

SOOTHING CANDOR

The absolute 
had become contentious. 
You hit the road. 



To find peace 
and unwholeness, which 
gives you, yearning. 



The grand design 
fell short of easthen lamps. 
The warehouse was empty.

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Something Dressy

A kingfisher 
would like to have no borders, 
no moongates. 



Sleep not, when 
the moon rises. I will call 
the moonflower. 



The dusk 
has a short vision of 
a crescent moon.

Added by satish verma on November 19, 2014 at 1:42am — No Comments

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