It was a broken lamp, 
the orphean tragedy. 
You were found sexless 
in a naked bowl. 

Making love on hay 
the moon crashed/on moonstones. 
Memory of shells tossed on bed 
of roses/was still alive. 

The divine leaf falls/opens the 
scars of plums. Immoral, 
a white tiger pounces on a 
rimless scream. 

Covered with crocus you break 
the brown hills. Through touch 
I meet you in dark. My green hands 
hold you in folded palms like a firefly.

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