It burrows deeper in the covert recess of pain, shunning violence of light: the epicenter of Armageddon, giving collective death to providence in a proxy war.
The collasal gossip rests on the river of ashes, deflects the incredible starved children – wind blown without geysers, dripping in sweat, licking the salt lake of damnation. Cut throats will come shortly.
Centrifuges are churning uranium in underground tunnels.Myopia was increasing. In another garrison germ warfare was getting a shot. Choked off I still carried the holistic style. A blockade was sending the sleepers.
Inheritance of lean arms but brave wants, bares it all.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
Back and Front Back and Front, Front and Back My steps gradually make Taking me to a land With success, where I stand. Being stagnant , oh I fear Rooted to the ground there, Because moving is life Sometimes comfort
It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most
In the cool of the evening we’d gather ‘round To lift our voices in joyful sound. We’d tune our guitars to perfect pitch And then the singing would commence without a hitch. We’d sing of Jesus and His love And