A little death comes every day 
for the lost age. 
The fingertips write your name on 
ice, to burn in sun. 
and still, I will say it was good. 

Searing poverty of words 
scrambles for a suicide vest. 
No meaningless truth can save 
the kleptomaniac. After the demise 
of a sentence I can say, would 

not go for an award. The struggle 
to live in some pretentious 
sexuality of the curves was over. 
A trident will find 
the torso of revengeful god. 

Appearance was deceptive 
in entire race. The father of waves 
takes a bird's-eye view 
of the verses flowing from the 
icy lips of peaks.

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 15, 2012