You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay.
The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle for one living grave carried by each person on the head, for the raging waves of life. In one minute you will become a shadow of long legs.
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
On this earth’s breadth and width So many reside. All live, and die. Some brief, some bold. The history of humanity; God’s manuscript! The good, bad, and some extremely sad. Heroes, villains, and victims; Stories of ordinary, and extraordinary He
Writing is a great tool for peace, both inner and outer the rumbles and riots around us keep us locked up in our chains The freeing power of writing gets us in an unusual mood reminding us of loving relationships
I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing