Homing

Like each dropp of your humbleness 
engulfing my urbanite woes; 
the graffiti emerges in tender grace 
to resurrect a windmill. 

My spirit, the abode of small birds 
carrying the sunset on its back 
was returning home for the final- 
sleep in the lap of twilight. 

When autumn comes and crippled, 
brown leaves start falling, I will 
set the birds free in the winds 
to find their new master. 

The nest will weep for the broken song. 
In space between the eyes, lies the negation 
which will not accept the peace of a 
grave. I will follow the wilderness- 
of thoughts again.

Satish Verma

From: 
Ajmer, Rajasthan, India




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ABOUT THE POET ~
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 08, 2012