Short Hawthorns Poems

Lashed together
for a better tomorrow,
ending war of words.

Heralding the new
moon I sacrifice
my becoming age

I will sleep now
on hawthorns in bleeding
flames of forest.


Satish Verma...

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Somehow, before the call of morn
When misty fog drifts on hawthorns,
And daybreak hails a new sunset
I trace past moments now at rest.


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Sanguine lies
topple the true being
errant  calls beckon you
Tears in your eyes
seek fortune in the east
under cloudy skies
where hawthorns roam
There's a winding scope of reasons
song on a mossy bank
everything clear under open sky...

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Evening wore a floral dress.
Blue birds announced their departure
opening red wings.

You know them, buffs 
of night who would not wait for the moon
to rise and I had nothing to hide.

These tragic toes
black with gangrene
still want to mount on red clovers.

That anatomy of desire
will dance with snakes. Who knows
the beautiful anxiety of lying on hawthorns ?


Satish Verma...

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Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom 
was seeping in me
I was riding on waves, moon-stuck.

The nude shot 
of anemone, blindfolded
after the criminal assault.
Why they were throwing the lewed comments ?

A raw cave 
of white pain, drags the deity out
and dances on hawthorns.
The butchers become sick,
sick to the bones.

O democracy, king was not wise,
wise was not king.



Satish Verma...

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It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection; 
the moon had left
the grey anatomy of earth.

Crazy,
yes the system shows
sheer lunacy. The prudence
was chasing a smoke.

A long winged golden eagle 
soars high for a prey of short limbs.
The opaque ankles
will not take the victim very far.

A cut-glass vase will have
an unrelenting rose, who was not
responsible for crucification,
like hawthorns.


Satish Verma...

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