The questions hang like skin tags. 
A broken mirror, stabs 
during birth of time. 

We have got to do it, save it 
in its infancy, before it is submerged 
along with the temple of fake gods: - 

before it is plagiarized by the 
polity. The wives were fattening 
on art of running the state 

from behind the curtains. Would 
you like to sign on my skin? 
Your death wish? I am washing 

my sins today. It is bit cold 
here in the blue lake of tears. Now 
you can hold my arm for final plunge.

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 October 09, 2012