Floating on a river of fire 
sitting in a cooking vessel 
you were invoking the rain god. 

Your hollow words had holiness 
of unmeaning. 
The sky opens the third eye. 

Are you going to offer your 
tongue to a footwear 
of a proxy blood? 

As a hymn to goddess of wealth, 
sugar is thrown out of window 
and yellow rice dances before a mirror. 

And here I bleed silently 
for the shooting star* 
who could not conceive. 

*A kind of primrose whose purple flowere have 
backward curving petals hanging down. The 
flowers move skyward on slender stems 
turning their face upward after fertilization.

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 29, 2012