Death In Exile

He had pulled in many springs 
but failed to find a heaven. 
Asked not to look away. In 

absences he tried to enter 
the wounds again. An aboriginal 
pain flies over my shoulder. 

A spiritual failure of mankind? 
Counting unctuously the birds nesting 
on an invisible tree. 

This narration has no vocabulary. 
Only oily sounds of original 
lunacy. You want to cover 

an empty canvas. A self-portrait 
was abandoned after 
the cloudburst of slogans.

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 January 16, 2013