Smiling Buddha

Satish Verma

A rapt moon was listening 
a tale of two murders. 
Across the caste, fingernails 
were digging in to give - 

a putsch to darkness, unhappened 
in vain. 
A word tears into the untouched 
pain and I bleed for the golden birds. 

Can you transcend an apparition 
alighting on impermanence? 
Time was brewing 
a revolution of untold jokes. 

Death moves in a circle 
to negotiate peace with unknown. 
Skies were indifferent bidding 
farewell to cracks of dawn.

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 November 06, 2012