Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. You are taken aback. This is magic, profoundly soulful. Satish Verma has published seven volumes of poetry in English and four in Hindi, translated three books of Ravindra Nath Tagore in Hindi. He lives in Ajmer [INDIA] where he runs a charitable holistic institute called SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.
After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.
Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.
Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,
the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.
Satish Verma
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THE CALLER
After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.
Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.
Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,
the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.
Satish Verma
---------------------------------
THE CALLER
After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary.
Afraid of the known:
pitched against
unknown.
Dying young with stiff upper lip,
the grief,
was not curtained enough.
The malignant spread,
refused to retract a name from the epitaph.
Greed overtook
by calculation,
powerful thrust to run the winds,
the virgin grass will not surrender.
Lethal on the move, a humble shout
was nearer to god.
Satish Verma
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STRAY FALL
By: Satish Verma | 30/11/2009With gray wolves around, he put the gun on the chin and pulled the trigger.
BOUND BY CEILING
By: Satish Verma | 30/11/2009Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord.
BLIND SWINGS
By: Satish Verma | 30/11/2009gradients vivid, humbling I was collecting a bit of myself
ONE ANTHOS
By: Satish Verma | 29/11/2009Someone connects a bonsai to elemental peat. Your visual collides a clay bite of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence. My primrose was waiting for you.
THIS DAY
By: Satish Verma | 29/11/2009floating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in an incubator, row of infants, life snuffed out in flames; of being. I want to know ontology, need a spinal surgery; somebody wants to abort a fetus
TIME’S BURDEN
By: Satish Verma | 27/11/2009Unhappy, you reverse the mode of retrieving against the terms of swimming alone.
BENEATH THE SKIN
By: Satish Verma | 27/11/2009tree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear
NEW VERSION
By: Satish Verma | 27/11/2009oppression releases a promise for optic illusion through large-prints
ONE ANTHOS
By: Satish Verma | 29/11/2009 | PoetrySomeone connects a bonsai to elemental peat. Your visual collides a clay bite of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence. My primrose was waiting for you.
THIS DAY
By: Satish Verma | 29/11/2009 | Poetryfloating in a sewage tank; a short circuit in an incubator, row of infants, life snuffed out in flames; of being. I want to know ontology, need a spinal surgery; somebody wants to abort a fetus
TIME’S BURDEN
By: Satish Verma | 27/11/2009 | PoetryUnhappy, you reverse the mode of retrieving against the terms of swimming alone.
BENEATH THE SKIN
By: Satish Verma | 27/11/2009 | Poetrytree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear
NEW VERSION
By: Satish Verma | 27/11/2009 | Poetryoppression releases a promise for optic illusion through large-prints
HE WHO LEARNS MUST SUFFER
By: Satish Verma | 26/11/2009 | PoetryStrange thoughts give words a pain. A mountain unfolds a tunnel.He who carries a vase of ashes must enter the gate to plot a path
GENEROSITY
By: Satish Verma | 26/11/2009 | PoetryVelvet thorns become signature of my pain and joy.
SHAMEFUL
By: Satish Verma | 26/11/2009 | Poetryfor requiem and then distributes the raw moments in subterfuge, we play the game to cheat each other without shame.