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Satish Verma
Satish Verma Poems
| 1. | Future | 9/26/2007 |
| 2. | The Stings | 9/29/2007 |
| 3. | Rains Are Coming | 9/29/2007 |
| 4. | Bleeding Heart | 9/29/2007 |
| 5. | Fault Line | 9/29/2007 |
| 6. | Where He Was | 9/29/2007 |
| 7. | Falling Crumbs | 9/30/2007 |
| 8. | When Night Weeps | 9/30/2007 |
| 9. | Missing Portrait | 9/30/2007 |
| 10. | You | 9/30/2007 |
| 11. | Go Away | 10/2/2007 |
| 12. | Innocence | 10/2/2007 |
| 13. | You And Everybody | 10/3/2007 |
| 14. | The Spirit | 10/3/2007 |
| 15. | Revocation | 10/3/2007 |
| 16. | Dust | 10/5/2007 |
| 17. | Pick Up The Dawn | 10/5/2007 |
| 18. | The Healer | 10/5/2007 |
| 19. | Stones | 10/5/2007 |
| 20. | Mitos And Fanatics | 10/6/2007 |
| 21. | Matrix | 10/6/2007 |
| 22. | What Ending? | 10/2/2007 |
| 23. | Beyond | 10/6/2007 |
| 24. | Paranoia | 10/7/2007 |
| 25. | Super Terrain | 10/8/2007 |
| 26. | Nostalgia | 10/8/2007 |
| 27. | The Quest | 10/8/2007 |
| 28. | Where The Lies Are Born? | 10/9/2007 |
| 29. | Search | 10/9/2007 |
| 30. | Charity | 10/9/2007 |
| 31. | Void | 10/9/2007 |
| 32. | Short Memory | 10/18/2007 |
| 33. | Heights | 10/18/2007 |
| 34. | Cannot Open The Loop | 10/18/2007 |
| 35. | Failing God | 10/19/2007 |
| 36. | Unreplied | 10/19/2007 |
| 37. | Slashed Wound | 10/19/2007 |
| 38. | Stuffed Silence | 10/19/2007 |
| 39. | Antimatter | 10/19/2007 |
| 40. | Awakening | 10/19/2007 |
Comments about Satish Verma
Best Poem of Satish Verma
*impact
Turns me on
I will write a poem.
Delirious moon had
picked me up from under the skin.
The safety pin was broken,
now a crowd will disrobe me.
Everytime when my pain makes you cry
oranges are not meant for the sale.
A collegium will stich up the wound.
Once upon a caste the country will go.
• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.
Rains Are Coming
Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
objectively.
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.
Reading Mr. Verma's poetry is like chasing the siren of kaleidoscopic street fetishes, leaving you hungry to swallow mink-oiled feathers, while others charge the battlements of confused money-changers, and what you thought you grasped disappears down the tuberosity of a catfish spine.
I found 'Anniversary of Flirtation' sensational. Your poem and you are like the Colour Navy blue greeting Pink, under a Gold tree, Bhupen Thakker
Satish Verma is a very interesting poet. I'm not quite sure I like the style, but it's highly provocative and original. The writer is definitely worthy of further study.
Satish's poems are loaded. They astound. Wrap your mind around his lines for this guy has lived intently, intensely and has much to share, teach.
best care
sjg -~-