by Satish Verma
You wanted to understand
the tenor of wet, heavy lids ?
that had emigrated from
deep oceanic eyes.
You believed?it will go on
for ever. Roused in peace.
I will listen to the voice of river
lapping at the shores of pain.
Cocoon was lying still, will
not open to us. I was ready
to receive the death at door.
But it was a stripteaser.
The lovers will meet in the
wilderness, ride the lioness
and black berries will go to
moon for the payment of wages.
Satish Verma
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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 August 30, 2012