by Satish Verma
Like swapping your face for
a tormentor. Stop the rains.
I am going home, after
a hard choice of peace
in sunlight. Give me back my
memory. I want to take a
flight. Scanning the midnight
sun on blue lake.
Stairs are climbing on me.
Stay with me. I am falling
on your purple doves
eating blood oranges.
I am sad inside the stitched
eye. Clouds are breaking the
light. I will not come
for therapy from lies.
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 February 06, 2013