A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires.
Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of the fallen shirts and starts a war with bleeding arms.
Light weeps on the shoulders of night, I am not yet conceived in the womb. Suns and stars beyond the innocent years have not crossed the boundaries of guilt.
Naked mankind sits on the banks of grief after the futility of mourning for death. A child rises from the shadows of flame. The eternal burns become green.
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
Heavenly Father, I focus my thoughts on You. In the palm of Your hand, how can I lose? Your grace is sufficient for every need. All things are possible if I will only believe. Divine power through me is flowing.
Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad Dad I am your guiltless and innocent unborn daughter who is anxious to step in your house will you please give birth to your daughter Will you be happy on my arrival probably
I write this letter to my unborn child from the depths of my soul. You will soon enter our lives, and make our lives complete and whole. I never thought I would be chosen for such an awesome task. It
Here I am; a thread of silk. Like a fire bird, I erect up from cities besieged by noise, I stand up from clouds tainted by petroleum and money, from a sky floored by thundering jets and earthy curses, crossing
you enter the lair again dun – colored shrapnel was on your lips to hear your truth I lay down the book and look beyond the acid rain falling after the explosion the yellow flames still lapping against the crater
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