A DARK HOUSE

The accretion of a perfect squall 
when claws were out- 

scavenging novelties. A lewd 
paranoia slains a farewell 

in a trench. The chamber has 
vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell. 

The combs did not straighten 
the puff. The old man was very lonely. 

I would stop hunting the stings 
of a bare-chested moon. 

I recuse myself from judging the paperboat 
which wanted to cross the ocean.

Satish Verma

From: 
Ajmer, Rajasthan, India




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Pitted against the forces bigger than him Satish Verma has been fighting with life on his own terms. In this savage, violent and raging times, he has authored several collections of poetry in English and Hindi, in concrete and precise verses, analyzing the complex nature of man, history and ancient heritage of Homo sapiens. And standing at crossroads he is asking where do we go from here. His poetry communicates a beautiful, mystical mind exploring the images of nature, trying to find the meaning of the life and death, the ecstasy of talking to moon, flowers and wind in the kingdom of god. He wants to know cannot we live in peace?, Satish Verma addresses the most complex questions of philosophy, religion and political culture in a very subtle but virtual shocking manner. As aptly said by Lao Tzu, The one who speaks does not know, The one who knows does not speak, 5-Aii, Mayor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer-305007 INDIA


Last updated January 10, 2013