# #betrayal #life #forgiveness #suffering #sadness #pain #mistakes #madness #let me be

Meet a Maverick

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Satish Verma

What else you will
give me, after you shot down a
parrot, eating a pomegranate.

I am rewriting the
pain of the unheard birth of a
promise to die again.

It was a visual murder
of the signatures to build a
mausoleum of a disappeared deity.

Wearing a Talisman

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Satish Verma

A candle burns in the
eyes. It is my quivering poem. A broken
sun. Will give you a gift of the moon.

Covered with flames. You
will become a comet. Ice, rocks, dust and
the water. You will weep without tears.

Are you everything? Blue
berries are blooming. I converse with
flowers of wilting roses.

Hide My Footprints

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Satish Verma

Cannot unlock the spiral
galaxy. The stars are counting
themselves .A comet burns the path.

Sleep my love. A
supernova will hurt you one day.
Now I am recreating myself.

Will you make a new image?
Pure and divine. Life is criminal.
Death opens the door.

This is Gold

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Satish Verma

Roasted with stars
in a dome. It was a moonlight. This
was my natural rise.

Why knelt before the
throbbing cadaver. Life flies
with frying hairs.

What was my alibi
once? God was misplaced. Every
thing goes wrong. It needs reallocation.

Fire's Song

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Satish Verma

Unyielding, I was
fighting a living holocaust laced with
blood. Who wants a second death.

The moon will always
dodge me. l am abdicating the
crown of lies. Every love was a thorn..

You shape my pains.
Time squeezes. How much you
will give your tears to wash me?

In Serene Mind

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Satish Verma

Give me my weird
pain, after you have immersed the
ashes of books, you never read.

A wrong dynasty-
monster, stealing our love words.
No space left to sit the idols.

Blood spurts like a hot
spring to shame the golden knife.
Where do the memories come from?

I Flash in Chains

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Satish Verma

My eyes undress to
salute the agni to mesmerize the
ruined truths of morality.

The navel opens. You try
to give a moonlight dance in
baffled sky of a burial witness.

In howling winds, first
let me kill the animal in me. An angel
knocks at the door to see me alive.

A Legend Breeds

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Satish Verma

Creativity was the Venus
of my poems. My poem was a tree.
A pilgrim sits for a while in shade.

How do you write your body?
The pages were flying away like
white pigeons in the rain of eyes.

A legacy is being discussed
as corrupt, and incarcerated by
the hands of mercy. Where was god?

Earth Takes the Price

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Satish Verma

These are black days
in purple cubes. My intimate poems
were still nascent, accounted for.

You become Mimosa pudica
in the cusp of liberty. You have emptied
yourself by sending god to other religions.

Tell you, I may forget me,
but will not forgive me. When I left my coat,
our ancestors were already gone unspoken.