A River Flows Underground

That was unscarred night. 
The full moon was rising. 
A contagium had spurred it to go high. 

A brazen assault bleeds 
the painter's eyes. He sees only 
red in the pubescent rage. 

She walks out of the stain, 
turning into ash, urchin's 
brightest moon. 

Standing on the crossroads 
who was burning clouds? 
Rains will never come again. 

Phylogeny flattens the guns. 
We were hiding behind the 
rituals watching the fall of light. 

I will make my own truce 
with death. I refuse to walk 
under the belly of smoke.

Satish Verma

Ajmer, Rajasthan, India

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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 December 24, 2012