Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,342 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

3921. * Return Journey 7/24/2009
3922. Claustrophobia 10/31/2007
3923. …… Of Humanity 9/30/2007
3924. Geography 4/25/2013
3925. A Lone Warrior 12/3/2009
3926. A Living Soul 5/16/2008
3927. The Final Retreat 12/3/2016
3928. ………….. Afraid Of Whom? 10/15/2007
3929. …… Distant Shores 10/3/2007
3930. Marking The Graves 12/29/2016
3931. Generosity 3/3/2009
3932. *depression 4/27/2010
3933. ‘crossing The Bar' Once Again... 5/25/2008
3934. A Family Dust 12/23/2009
3935. * The Dead Tiger 7/24/2009
3936. *impact 6/14/2010

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

*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.

Read the full of *impact

Fault Line

The template had the fault,
I was buried alive.
Brick by brick they erected the cell
around me.
I could see only the reflection
of a moon at night
in my glass of water.

During the day sun peeped through the cracks,

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