WHAT ENDING

In your limpid eyes 
a pacifism slumps. 
All I could say was, wrong sex 
was ending in ice. 

Dark energy: we were not expanding 
Lies galore : we were casting 
off our skins. I will not seek 
afterlife. The hand carries the old coat. 

Retrodiction. Don't want to shed 
the charm. Waited for the change 
which never came. Chicken, 
wearing love, no bones. 

Latest navel show. Walking on 
ramp. Aphrodiasiac for the dangling 
egos. Let us go for a 
collective suicide.

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 September 24, 2012