Ancient Sins

Drunk with pride 
the streets are bursting 
in self-indulgence. 
Who was calling the shots? 

Do you know the words 
between intermissions, carry a secret- 
till the brazen scoop 
finds the hidden meaning. 

It was grave 
very grave truice, unmaking love 
between the estranged lovers- 
when clouds were seducing the moon. 

You don't belong to this 
crowd of renegades. Ants 
will take away the 
divorced dreams. 

Fissile belly 
has started showing signs 
of reckoning. A gloom has settled, 
gyrating in a sunken garden 
for the hung corpses. 

Never cruel were the times before 
when blind needles were unstitching 
the lips of frozen faces. I refuse 
to start a prayer 
till the grass covers a silent tomb. 

Last night it had rained 
on the private flesh. It was 
full of semen. You do not 
belong to this world 
of pregnant pause.

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