For human face of death umbilical cord need not extend. The darkness takes care of unblemished ghost of sun. Intergalactic scan remains unseared, trench warfare continues unabashedly.
Between brothers, the greed calls for incendiary attacks, for total annihilation. To achieve the illusion, the blurred statement feeds the imagination. Deaddiction starts a race. Deafness of the tunnel. The black knees crawling on coals.
No night was safe from the condemned suicide. The creator had the absurd designs. Why not now the confessional stick, to beat the darkness? Memory of light becoming stronger. Give me your hand to reach the ceremonial peak.
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
Once you witnessed smiles on lovers, heard laughter, the running of feet up and down your sturdy boards. Fisherman cast an anxious rod over your side in anticipation of the beautiful bounty that swam in your shadow. Music from ferris