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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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Night comes like a 
black dog 
around the corner. 

I start paying off the debt 
cry for cry, with a 
ceremonial sword, 
cutting off the shadows 
falling from the 
distant hills. 

My questions are burning― 
on pyre. How did I fail myself? 
Why some mercy 
was unacceptable to me? 

Standing in midstream 
I let go your hand, 
and drown in quick sand of thoughts. 
Now a poem will 
lift me from the ruins.

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You drape me, with wet kisses 
O moon. 
I will not forget you 
in freezing rain. 

At dangerous arch, 
blue-veined― 
milk in milk has made me red. 

The ecstasy digs out 
the hidden lyric, 
I would never sing. 

Will you find any 
questions, to defeat the― 
intimacy of a rape? 

A hurt here, a bruise 
there, my faded shirt 
covers the poems.

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Amnesia. 
I want to drink tonight, 
purple hellebore. 

Like to protest― 
the display of private things. 
The humming. 

The alphabet of 
betrayal. Who wants 
the award? 

Amnesia. 
I dream of dying, 
feeding the doves. 

Was it too early 
to start getting dressed up 
without a show? 

Amnesia. 
The hyphens don't 
connect now the broken strings.

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I will gather you― 
through the uproar, 
when moon picks up the sneaky path, 
from dizzying heights 
of hunger. 

The poverty of words 
hides the bread, .. 
You cannot eat an emblem. 

The calibration has failed. 
Milk contains the 
contaminated water. 

Everyone has one's own 
book, where you write your name 
and bear malice for everybody.

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To you, I 
send my silence, 
before the fire starts, to engulf 
the open barn. 

This mourning must stop. 
I will wash your feet, of mud 
and wet grass. You have 
come after crossing the jungle of black roses. 

Tomorrow I will call swallows. 
A peacock will replace the 
ruined, plundered, silk poppies. 
The bleeding sky turns blue. 

On the road, echoes 
of greedy words will eat the smiles.

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Not knowing― 
was a bliss, writing 
a poem. 

Words fall― 
Like small birds, 
flying. 

I pick up 
the sorrow, of the 
blue sky 
inaudible.

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To become or not to become a renegade, 

or to die or not to die for a semi-god? 



These were some of the questions 

thrown at an incomplete script. 



What elevated you to a celebrity? 

Your hump or deep wrinkled groans? 

Age is abating, abattoir is empty. 

Exile from the past is over. 

When you intend to comeback to childhood 

and become a simple star? 



Behind the mask lies the embrace of death. 

I am afraid the flames will engulf, 

the genius of pathways. 

Everything will turn into obsolete gossip. 

A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure. 

Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.

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Burning the pages 
unread. 
A daunting task 
to rebuild the bruised relic, 

of future, which I see 
in my dream. This was― 
the desire, till 
the last flame dies out. 

I am not sure of 
myself. I will chase 
a spider, climbing the 
wall. I want to know where 

it was heading, carrying 
a headless fly, to bury 
a spotless name in the 
web of mortal threads.

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In blood and grass 
lies the snowman. 

I must not look at it twice 
after the spring melt. 

The black magic has failed. 
A mooned night will― 
not reflect the real intent 
of song's proxy in dark. 

A lethal mix of twilight 
and solstice, squats in gloom 
to listen the surrender 
of shine. 

The glorious name, ultimately 
drops the hint, 
of profanity, written on wall.

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A soft, but me, 
black moon 
coming in bazaar. 
Will you sell me the dreams? 

Talking to grave silence 
before the rains. 
I will not plant 
marijuana in your eyes. 

O, ignorant prince, 
my mother had left a legacy. 
One should not sleep alone 
to become poor. 

I expect no applaud, 
no cheers. I am a passer-bye 
I have not killed 
myself. 

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What happened? I would 
ask the realness 
of genocidal face. 

The blue cock 
was numb in the laser thin 
commentary. 

The face was mirror. You 
can apply a salve by implanting a womb 
in the barren dream. 

Beheading a thought 
was not sufficient to kill the theme. 
It will come back with revenge. 

OCD. I come back again and again to 
look at the portrait 
of a failed god.

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I hear your voice 
coming from within. 
The disconnect, the cultural clash, 
from river, 
from tree, 
from the golden nest. 

The circle was complete, 
breech birth, 
the explicit insult. 

The parched moon― 
will bring the cold 
tears, to extinguish the sparks 
going home. 

The roadway leads 
to nowhere land. You will 
again meet the wounded 
cuckoo which will always sing 
the hurts.

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