Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor brought the climate change for a flag which flew at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started selling its salt to land sharks.
These days I am becoming introvert. The needles have become blind, cannot stitch the god given sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion of a truth.
I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid mate who set my skin blue after I drank her proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the bones for a glow of death which comes when you give away your life for a pink sun.
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