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Not Prurient

Becoming fiercly personal 

with no physical contact, 

the crescent moon 

ultimately occults the Venus. 



The grazer now turns into 

fugitive. Was not the knower, 

was not the known. 



No past, no future, you 

move with your eyes down 

to deny the assault, the flirtation. 



Your silence…

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Added by satish verma on November 18, 2017 at 11:36pm — No Comments

My Ignorance

What happens when 

you stop thinking? 

Reaching near the god 

or becoming a stone? 



It was not enough even, 

when you go in coma. 

A shrine of dazzling failures. 



The animosity, the politics 

of violence.I cannot remain 

untouched.Wounds would 

never heal. 



All fever.I am not…

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Added by satish verma on November 18, 2017 at 11:36pm — No Comments

Disbanding

Pupil was on parole. 

You abandon the inexhaustible 

patience with increasing distance. 

Everything was fading 

when you look back. 



The things, always return. 

Like you did not carry a bundle 

of postcards written 

by your father, while emptying 

the house. 

His carved signature is still 

printed…

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Added by satish verma on November 17, 2017 at 11:39pm — No Comments

Moratorium

A city burns. 

The child carries the father 

on his head. 



The museum of skulls. 

Nudes had blue veins 

and scars on thighs. 



The names were inherited. 

Gettysburg water 

refuses to mend the bones. 



Ah, daisies are throwing 

up the seeds in despair. 

Civilization has come very…

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Added by satish verma on November 17, 2017 at 11:38pm — No Comments

In Moonscape

A streak of sin was 

always there, when I looked 

at you in brief encounters. 



Cathartic. 

I would not kiss the 

eyes of a viper. 



The giver was insane. 

A bane of togetherness.You 

were getting pheromones all the time. 



Parenting was difficult. 

Now as the holy month starts. 

You were…

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Added by satish verma on November 16, 2017 at 11:07pm — No Comments

The Claudication

Is raining. Since night. 

You have no claim on 

dry lips. Wry stance. The 

city walks slowly. Wasted 

faces. You want to kill 

the words, the profanities. 

Want to unwrap the knife. 



I don't need any flowers. 

Always making faces. Too 

Many boats in the sea of eyes. 

Rowing, arowing. I am 

Afraid.…

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Added by satish verma on November 16, 2017 at 11:05pm — No Comments

Let's Decide

Less of charity 

was needed, when you sleep 

till dawn. 



The spirit of the tree 

comes down to 

wake up the sage. 



It spills the light 

for a troubled window 

cracked by hail. 



A drenched house 

of words 

becomes pale, page by page. 



I do not…

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Added by satish verma on November 15, 2017 at 11:40pm — No Comments

Aham Asmi, I Am I Am

Night melts into tears 

day sums up the pain. 

A fear stalks the flute, 

and darkness falls on the drapes. 

I was a lake 

and I was the sun. 



I held you on to my breast. 

Give me your fangs 

and give me your venom. 

I was blue and I am the death. 



Centuries of wounds 

and million of…

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Added by satish verma on November 15, 2017 at 11:40pm — No Comments

Ink Fall

Snakebitten 

you raise your hand: 

not to strike back, 

but to salute the pain. 



Weaving the aurora of stainless performance 

of inevitable. 



Not going to change my path. 



Gazing through years, 

the fog, the hurts. 



You were flame-born 

in strong winds. 

Father of…

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Added by satish verma on November 14, 2017 at 11:08pm — No Comments

For Something

Genus Viola. 

Which gender you want it 

to belong? 

Pansy was most effeminate. 



The tender touch. 

It reaches you inside. You 

start trembling 

like aspen, ready to fall. 



Full breasted, a 

crimson moon will spill 

the buttermilk for 

a rosarian. 



It was hot, very…

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Added by satish verma on November 14, 2017 at 11:07pm — No Comments

Unmaking Me

I want to shake them off, 

the weird thoughts, 

like a swarm of bees, 

buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing. 

Want to write me off? 



Loneliness.I 

observe the hands of a watch, 

looks like they are not moving. 

Time stands still. 

Waits for me to move. 



An atavistic ache.Again I view the…

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Added by satish verma on November 14, 2017 at 12:29am — No Comments

Brilliant Stroke

Unstable like a mercury 

drop, when you hold 

a pen, hiding your 

icy thoughts. 



Like an archer, ready 

to abandon the bow, without 

shooting at the target. 



The bull's eye was a 

blue rose, sitting in the dark 

niche, afraid of light. 



In synesthesia, of 

nights assault, you…

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Added by satish verma on November 14, 2017 at 12:29am — No Comments

Self-Righteousness

Put a candle under 

the rose bush. 

I am going to draw blood 

from the moon. 



See my body has become 

a boat and you are the sea. 

I am an opus Dei 

and you are my deity. 



We mist and we rain 

on our frailties. The drama 

unfolds, when we grieve 

for the…

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Added by satish verma on November 11, 2017 at 11:11pm — No Comments

This Was Cobra Night

O pathfinder, 

you wanted to leave unsung. 

One day I will track down your footmarks. 



Last night I understood 

the unholy drowning of the truth, 

before the priests of innocent surrender. 



Jealousy was the secret of 

downfall.You can use the parenthesis now 

to defend the corporate 

blunders. 



Politics…

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Added by satish verma on November 11, 2017 at 11:09pm — No Comments

Mammoth Blackness

You had left me reeling 

under the bluebells, 

like a trembling leaf, like wheels 

in human conflict. 



Trying to learn the democracy 

of honeybees, like the 

cohesiveness of fireants, 



Handcuffed, staying in 

solitary confinement, hitting at 

the walls. Chipping away 

the…

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Added by satish verma on November 10, 2017 at 11:54pm — No Comments

Death Mask

It was not the worth 

of a cloud, 

your garden, sitting 

on the lake. 



Refresh drops, in the 

dry eyes of the rope, which was 

wounding around your neck 

like a snake. 



You want to become 

a blue god now, on 

opioids. A living ruin, attracting 

the tourists. 



The…

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Added by satish verma on November 10, 2017 at 11:54pm — No Comments

Not You, Not Me

You tell me in no 

ambiguity to hold on the solitude. 

Life was overrating the return 

of a prodigal saint. 



In wet distance 

would you plant the seeds 

of spiritual lockup? 



Was it not two timing? 

Riding on the waves 

and starting roots music? 



Shot in the back 

of head, you wanted to…

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Added by satish verma on November 9, 2017 at 11:24pm — No Comments

Transcending

I like to rage on with 

flying snakes. The fog deepens. 

You skid on the ice of the bridge 

after the freezing rain. Infidelity 

becomes the pick of the day. I 

look at my Goldie, the pug, 

sitting on the step. Waiting for me 

like a meditating Buddha, eyes 

half-closed. 



Let me see your hands. Your 

bones are…

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Added by satish verma on November 9, 2017 at 11:23pm — No Comments

Transcending

I like to rage on with 

flying snakes. The fog deepens. 

You skid on the ice of the bridge 

after the freezing rain. Infidelity 

becomes the pick of the day. I 

look at my Goldie, the pug, 

sitting on the step. Waiting for me 

like a meditating Buddha, eyes 

half-closed. 



Let me see your hands. Your 

bones are…

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Added by satish verma on November 8, 2017 at 11:53pm — No Comments

The Road

He has been spoken off. 



Sometimes I feel, 

it is time to go. 



Sun is preparing to depart. 

After sometime moon will arrive. 



You want to stop writing 

and shut the book. Enough. 

All things said, world will go on its way. 



You change the clothes, 

alter the sex, 

exchange the…

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Added by satish verma on November 8, 2017 at 11:45pm — No Comments

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