Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,821 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

4121. Ironical 6/16/2010
4122. * Yes 11/26/2009
4123. Baby Face 3/28/2008
4124. Milk Bath 2/20/2008
4125. Happy Valley Of Stings 10/5/2007
4126. Mother’s Day 10/23/2007
4127. Ageism 11/30/2009
4128. Vision 9/24/2013
4129. Meanness 12/29/2012
4130. Living Dangerously 2/23/2015
4131. Masculinity 7/18/2014
4132. Integers 3/27/2010
4133. Aconite 10/8/2007
4134. Intense Poetry 11/28/2007
4135. Some Questions 2/14/2015
4136. Waist-High Sunk 2/16/2015
4137. Pantheon 11/3/2011
4138. Loss Of Identity 5/20/2014

Comments about Satish Verma

  • Seamus O Brian Seamus O Brian (9/19/2016 1:36:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Thakker Bhupen Thakker Bhupen (6/6/2011 8:01:00 PM)

    I found 'Anniversary of Flirtation' sensational. Your poem and you are like the Colour Navy blue greeting Pink, under a Gold tree, Bhupen Thakker

  • Yacov Mitchenko (12/25/2009 8:35:00 AM)

    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.

  • Goldy Locks (10/15/2007 11:14:00 PM)

    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 -~-

Best Poem of Satish Verma

Loss Of Identity

It was chillingly true.
You walked out─
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.

There were some very
hard questions. Why─
did you snap,
while sparrows were mating?

Carnage. The roses
were burning inside. The
red cherries shriek and
run for the amnesty.

On the terrace, the yellow
moon descends for a─
word. Why the nukes were
pointed towards the spiders?

Read the full of Loss Of Identity

Bald Winter

Pushing you away
from me.
I was in flames.

A cadaver walks
without shadow. Blackbirds
were falling dead from
the blue sky.

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