After the putsch, through night he set himself alight ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn. The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt.
A solitary murder of truth was sufficient to unsettle me for a downturn of unborn wounds of drowned voice, of a requiem. The dead were coming back to life in dark alleys of black skulls. The pink scarves
were still holding the snow flakes of standing wheat for the thirsty children, of grieving mothers who lost the homes to red hands, the white paper, the hungry guns. The thieves were coming again.
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
Far moost o’ me three score minus one year tethered upon terra firmae where planet Earth doth veer (spins upon the global axis (tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane of its orbit around the sun), terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied for
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The child was trembling inside you: eliminated, revived, walking past an explosion on the extra edge. The dash was stabbing. And without hands trying to open the crypt of forefathers. Things were not happning as you dreamed of tomorrow. The