Leave something for me to imagine. 
A skeleton in a pond 
leaps to the moon. 

In an air bubble 
lies the history of a suspended 
name, wasted away on water. 

A war is declared on the 
family of words, not spoken 
to anguish of man. 

I thought of my sun 
averting a disaster. The sprouts 
will not come out of the earth. 

An enquiry into the nature of 
immanence, leads to starvation. 
The body of truth turns into a snake. 

The revolution within, shows 
a false victory. You start again 
from the ugly fingers.

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