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Satish Collection

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.

 

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Some things are not said, 
uncoupling the cut glass. 
Flowers will not come 
from the new moon. 

You collect the hundred 
loops from your hair, 
and part the heat. An 
ancestor turns in his grave. 

Collect the grapes, fallen 
plums from my garden. 
I am not sure, how long the 
spring stays. You were 
not ready for the 
rocks, for sure. 

I am scraping the song 
written for a tree. 
Cannot decipher the sap.

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This was an interesting dialogue 
going on, 
between me and a ghost. It was 
telling me that I love you 
because you are not a virgin. 

Was it a good thing, someone 
asks? The game was fair 
but the players were dishonest. 

The bared chest, with scars 
and raw wounds, tells everything 
about blue wars. 

The words float on water, 
like dragonflies. Do you think 
it was impossible to convey 
the agony by phraseology of metaphors?

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My ultimate reply was 
my silence. There was― 
no need to ward off any 
further questions. 

It was time to take 
a call of the ominous. Clouds 
are dark and menacing. You 
wanted the poverty of words to go. 

But it enters again by back door, 
standing along with you. The 
great divide begins. The day 
was on edge over sick patriarchy. 

You will not get the fruits 
nor seeds. Yet the cacti do not 
need any propagation. Full 
of spines, they are hardy. 

A fake formula is being put 
forward. Let there be a 
collective suicide to save 
the floundering world. 

But I would not agree.

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A double helix 
uncoils. There was a 
beheading in Saudi. 

You ask for the 
ecstasy in spaceship 
singing the oddity. 

It was in the proximity 
of a brick kiln, that you 
wanted to take a sunbath. 

It was not private, not 
intimate. You had spread 
the profanities in bazaar. 

How many shots, would 
you collect from the, 
sinned city of big names?

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Releasing the pain. 
Your eyes laugh, 
when you cry. 



An ancient city 
wakes up. A bird, a lizard 
and a beast. 



A triangular hollow 
of the valley 
throws up the moon.

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Half milk water and 
half water milk. 
The predators were happy. 

How would you, 
justify a self kill, in the 
sea of medusae and whales. 

That was not only 
warts and all. There were holes 
in the golden bucket, 

and fount was dry. 
The glass house. This 
concept gives a jolt. 

You cannot change 
the masks. Deaf and 
dumb.the sky was deaf and dumb. 

You refuse to divulge the 
name of assassin.

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Abetting the suicide of 
a bystander, your impacted 
diamond, downs the hips. 

What had you done to 
me? I will not hold you responsible 
for the ache. 

There was the aging moon, 
still lingering in the― 
crack of dawn. 

I don’t close the door. 
Will wait for the big question 
from the exotic death― 

of dark matter, which 
defied the relationship 
of unique absurdities.

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No questions were taken 
from unforgiving sword. 

And the dead horse. 

A river runs through your body 
defining the wet castles. 

You look into the eyes of the invader. 

The palace intrigues dig in. 
You cannot meet the princess. 


The inevitability of war looms large. 
You will finally know that every 
body is mortal. The remains 
are meant for the inconceivable. 

The scripture versus a blank 
page are on the collision course.

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Drum-beats were coming 
nearer. The lineage is being questioned. 
Archaeopteryx is being kicked. 
upward. It was too slow; 
was not able to fly. 

Things are not moving, as you 
want them, in romantic 
relationship with the road. 

A madness permeates. The 
acolytes were busy in playing 
the act, that all wars 
will never come to end. 

Anointing the salt smell as 
savior, after the shadow-boxing. 
The sparring must continue― 
to find out the catwalk. 

The ramp was going upward.

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To repel the slice of 
hope, the patriarch 
falls midway. 

Pushed to the end of 
leaf, a moth is propelled 
in the mouth of deeps. 

The boat starts sinking 
in the age of doubts 
and dementia. You 

will need to manage 
your fires. A hollow 
rustling of slogans will, 

not repeal the canorous 
sounds coming from the 
orgy. Life takes a turn. 

It asks for an insane man 
to change the world.

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Talking of prudery, 
you acquiesce in, 
and let it go. 

The eyes lit up 
refraining from comment. 
A fish jumps out of water, 

and becomes mermaid. 
How can you eat the raw moon? 
The pubescence on the 

young leaves was not 
ready. Will you restrain 
your hubris and foot soldiers? 

The imminent descent 
was evident. The fire breaks. 
I am afraid, it will consume you all.

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The icon, 
is a smoky gem, 
like a random stone, hiding 
a jewel. 

You become an ex; 
throwing the gauntlet 
over the frozen 
shoulder. 

Everything glides 
around you. I am sinking 
in Bermuda Triangle. 

The trembling hands 
groping for― 
the coral reef under the water. 

The tiger will not 
sleep tonight. You cannot 
shut the eyes, when 
I am being pit-roasted.

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