When we slept through our naked loops, there was a silent call. Moon was out walking on the street peeping through the glass window, the crossed legs. Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you know the impropriety of leaves, climbing on each other? Dogs inbreeding? Incestuous in camera. The elixir of life. Recycled urine. We were not crying. It was the urgency to die to challenge the infinity. We get paralysed. Our legs will not move on fallen skulls. Blood was everywhere. The terrorists on terrace, negotiating for a massive ransom. This interwar was wholesome. The hysterical confusion breaks us apart and morgue was full of kissing gods.
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
White blood cells from demon, Pinch of salt and honey It is mixture to heal the will and Accelerate spinning electron Gods and demons at all whispers Exist in spells arcane from ever Erased time and space Satellites located
Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way
Putting the fire in mouth as a last rite he readied himself for the onslaught of questions, who will attack like leeches, the blood sucking parasites. It was a bizarre coalition of love between kissing cousins. The knifing will continue
Come month of May And the sultry summer is here With all its fire and fury In full swing . Like an unwanted guest It arrives with no invitation And continues staying unduly Despite the hosts’ displeasure . Equipped with
Guise like an angel, cuts like a devil Child-like, playful, so fickle as he tickle Sleek, dark, cat-like eyes Brows black as the chilly night Cherry-picking lips, decadent smile Little kitty, big bad leopard inside. Breathe-like stance, scary but not