He refused to yield, and the stars were burning hot. Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding. His white, shriveled hands held the center of gravity. Obsessively he anchored himself in the muddled egos and bleeding knives.
Somebody was shouting that the legend was a big fake. The pardon will not work. Death was still sleeping. They were searching the saboteur when the sun went down. Winds were in coma. The ink rolled back from the warrant.
Two faces of pain, right and wrong, fear and agony, all were him. He had nothing to hide, nothing to declare. Walked away in the high tide in raining abuses, in hurting slogans, and found his past, buried deep in the ravines, where only the echo comes back.
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. You are taken aback. This is magic, profoundly soulful. In a lone, long journey Satish Verma is still discovering himself. Beaten, betrayed, felled, he comes back with fierce velocity. His childhood was traumatized by India’s partition. Terror, violence and death were witnessed which built the morals of poet. Becoming defiantly recluse Satish Verma pursued his value based life on the path of truth. Teaching Botany for 35 years he was writing poetry, privately and solemnly and published twelve collections. Worked silently with social causes. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at email@example.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks
Did man just hear the echo Of the Universe’s start? When something out of nothing Oscillated from a Heart? When Life, vast and unfathomable Occurred when it was not And Space and Time immeasurable Commenced its divine plot So that,
Wages of alienation were increasing. We were afraid of reflections. Shifting of landscapes will hurt the river. I was blinded by blues. Relationship becomes a speech impediment, bonds start breaking. I wanted to call your name – in solitude. The