It was a slant love. 
Back to back, 
lips to lips. 

Lethal and dark 
strong yet delicate 
like spider's web. 

A dark side of the moon 
sending conflicting 
signals to bacilli- 

of dirty lane, pink 
and blue. My pug 
licks the toes. 

The pugmark on 
green body. I am now 
flowering. Hydrangeas. 

The primrose half-asleep 
Calendula was burning 
in veins. 

Unisex. The clenched 
fist of a desire. I will 
not accept a half-lip. 

The chaste tree was sending 
a bouquet of 
steaming pistils. 

Where the sun will sleep 
tonight? Till the love-making 
was over on tangerines. 

The loose skin now 
invites the red ants, crawling, 
wearing your nails.

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