Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

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Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish.
Alchemic fusion with past and future failed –
his bowl was still empty.

In the inner space
a largesse, free of present,
becomes the pain of perfection!
Now what to do next?

More afraid of life than death
he tried to manage the fear,
the futility of becoming somebody,
the nihility of ripening in celebrations.

In the darkness, an eye looks
beyond the stars, at timeless silences
of hope, waking, slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs.

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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 kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
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@satish_verma, the bowl of truth, the search for perfection. Have you heard of this Greek philosopher who carried a lantern in broad daylight to search? Or perhaps, the bowl alludes to one carried by holy men, not carrying provisions, but relying on the charity of the people to feed them? In the Christian faith, the disciples instructed to spread the Gospel are admonished parallel to this, not even to carry a money purse or a staff. So unsuccessful was Truth’s journey, the bowl is still empty. Deep poem, beauty of it is it opens to various interpretations.

Shamala Chandran
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nice thoughts expressed in this poem…reflects how we all are just lost in the big world and don’t know what we seek nor fear…

Geetha Paniker
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Thought provoking one.

Zyborg
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At last I read something I can relate to
words with depth
abstract emotions
psyche explored
hope hoped for
and then nullified…

bravo bravo bravo

boetiane
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most enrapt by the quality of these words
the sense of sunken quest they convey
the way they end, yet open up
_wide eye locked onto infinity

« slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs. »

this is beautiful, thank you

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