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Opening A Window

You floundered. 
No god poems. 

You don't want to destroy the world. 

Doing the things. 
Lifting my words from― 
the falls. 

The implicit enemy 
was in between― 
the truths. 

Nothing belongs to you. 
Hence you don't lose the game.

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No Intimidation

A weird solatium 

was offered by putting 

off the lights. 



The animal inside you, 

wants to apologise 

for remaining pure. 



The pastoral grief of― 

a wayward priest― 

comes to fore to be stared at. 



Lessons inspired by 

light were waiting 

for the dark night. 



And a…

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Under The Palm Moon

A broken step― 

halts me. I move towards 

you at the inner call. 



Clockwise, going 

sensual, you turn into 

a greek fire. 



Make me angry and suffer. 

Don't carry the legacy 

of dark peers. 



Reading my poetry for 

a while, you fumbled 

tracing your fingers on some beautiful…

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The Nightmare

Had wanted it to happen, 

without me. 



Remorse was turning against 

the self. It was growing very large. 

You could feel the enormity of a 

suicidal microcosm, enveloping you in its borrowed light― 

and rugged terrain. 



The peace― it was absolutely absent 

in the myriad stars, earthen lamps, 

the ethereal beauties of unspoilt…

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Pangs Of Truth

There was nothing to hide. 

No jewels, no gold. I 

wanted, to get the replica of afterlife. 



Meet me in some moonless night. 

I will show you a slice 

of my bruises, offering it as 

my panacea. 



You were hurting yourself 

invoking the baby god 

on the night of lights. 



It was…

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There Was No Answer

I cannot understand you. 

You walk straight 

into enemy's den. 



The skin peels off. A naked 

boom. Silver domes 

turn black. Ethanol drips 

from eyes. 



Praise the God. Tears 

become poetry. Moon dances. 

No door opens in bleeding night. 



I ask for the lips. It 

is for death of the…

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Added by satish verma on June 7, 2018 at 8:37pm — No Comments

There Was No Prelude

Clubfoot. 

A poet's dilemma. 

You cannot think straight, 

cannot walk straight― 

unaided. 



In grimaced face, one 

eye patched, there stood a deliverer 

with raised hands― 

bringing down the empire of 

a baby king. 



You walk out of the painting 

mutely. The king was 

ready to…

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When The Attack Comes

Like a tantric I will 

gather you and make you sleep 

in my eyes. 



In lantern festival, I 

will be fighting dark 

with hundred wicks. 



The dead will come 

back to talk about their 

amputated thumbs. 



You had no bona fides 

to tell me how blue were 

my aches. 



I…

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The Hidden Sky

In my sanctum, 

you walk in― like 

my first child, to join 

my innerness. 



Trying to decipher― 

the moral code of angels. 

I just wanted an embrace 

of a flame to kiss the sparks. 



I hear your footsteps, 

sometimes near, sometimes far away― 

in the valley of burning tears. 

This space and, a…

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Sketches In Coal

Where sand becomes 
silver, you cower 
under a palm. 

A birch tree 
beacons you to write 
the fall of man. 

All day you wait 
for a miracle. 
It never happens. 

This autum, I will 
worship a naked tree. 
A toast for dying moon.

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Silence Speaks Loudly

It weeps ritual. 



A spiritual walk 

on the spikes. Heartache 

to meet life daily. 



Shadows beat 

on the floor. You wanted 

to catch the sun 

in water filled vessel. 



No silver king, 

no coins. 

You would never worship 

the riches. 



Forest of…

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Nothing Happened

Talking off the runway 

moon― being you, a 

gut feeling takes over. 

You will not stay overnight. 



Not cool enough, I was 

learning in your calm, becoming 

lynx-eyed shooter― 

from panther. 



Juggling the phrases, 

the meltdown begins. A 

bridge collapses. Stampede. 

Mass panic. The train…

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Lips And Wordless Miracle

What if the sword 

leaves and purple eyes 

of Iris become apocalyptic? 



It would be for me― the arrow, 

leaving from the arched 

bows of goddess of rainbow. 



Wearing a tiara, of 

golden lotuses, in eerie morning 

the sun was rising. 



Dawn commits a 

genuine sin. Wakes me up 

to dig the…

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With Apologia

Nothing other than, 
he was hearing― 
screams! 

Nude was not au 
naturel, like 
a new born chick. 

Half-mumbling, 
half-clad, 
he walked bare foot. 

Giving away the 
canvas, you are 
blissfully happy.

Added by satish verma on June 3, 2018 at 8:25pm — No Comments

Adoration

Tends to droop, 
the narcissus, after 
shedding the tears. 

Per minute, you 
were drawing 
a self-portrait. 

In water, 
your image splinters 
in thousand names. 

Holding the― 
earth on your neck 
where would you go?

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Truth Hides Behind Sun

Let go the nightmares 

and oneness, 

and climb down the deep― 

stairwell to find your image, 

in seething rage of quiet water. 



It was not very hot 

to raise the fever of native pain 

in your legs. The delicate 

heights of golden peaks you 

won, slumber― when you discover yourself. 



Poem matters in black…

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Added by satish verma on June 2, 2018 at 9:18pm — No Comments

Like Buddha

Light of dawn. 
Day begins with 
blue memories. 

I sweep― 
the floor, of mind. 
The palm stands witness. 

Nightingale, 
does not believe in 
nihilism. 

Don't get mad 
at dragonfly. 
It cannot stand still.

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Portraits

I resent. 

Will remain that 

I am. 



No fissures. Frozen 

mind. I am not thinking. 



Peeling off the day 

layer by layer. Fear 

refuses to cross the street. 



Not becoming. 

Not carrying any weight. 

The journey collects only― 

the names. 



No peaks.…

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Added by satish verma on June 1, 2018 at 9:09pm — No Comments

No Criminality

Paying back the debt 

of virility. A lame duck 

hobbles on the moon. 



As far as, you can, 

travel on my body, to― 

catch the boat. 



River was on spate, 

sinking the groves, 

bushes and fireflies. 



Don't walk on 

the clouds. You will fall 

violently, when it rains at…

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Night Night

Like a vampire, 
night swoops down. 
Temple bells ring. 

I am happy― 
not to invoke any god. 
Crickets share my muse. 

The tall minarets, 
stand erect in dark. 
Muezzin gives a call. 

My friends long 
dead, would come and 
talk ceaselessly.

Added by satish verma on June 1, 2018 at 12:22am — No Comments

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