Satish Verma

Gold Star - 42,917 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

4161. Eclampsia 10/8/2007
4162. Of Gods And Virgins 10/9/2007
4163. To Be Nothing 10/15/2007
4164. A Kiss Melts 10/30/2007
4165. Mud On My Hands 12/23/2008
4166. Breathing Dust 10/9/2009
4167. A Grave Reminder 11/10/2008
4168. Commerce 1/30/2012
4169. Duality 5/13/2011
4170. Unbecoming 3/17/2009
4171. Emotionally 8/12/2013
4172. * Yes 11/26/2009
4173. * Return Journey 7/24/2009
4174. Claustrophobia 10/31/2007
4175. …… Of Humanity 9/30/2007
4176. Geography 4/25/2013
4177. A Lone Warrior 12/3/2009
4178. A Living Soul 5/16/2008
4179. The Final Retreat 12/3/2016
4180. ………….. Afraid Of Whom? 10/15/2007
4181. …… Distant Shores 10/3/2007
4182. Marking The Graves 12/29/2016
4183. Generosity 3/3/2009
4184. ‘crossing The Bar' Once Again... 5/25/2008
4185. A Family Dust 12/23/2009
4186. *depression 4/27/2010
4187. * The Dead Tiger 7/24/2009
4188. *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


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

Bleeding Heart

And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days
when the sleep was far away chasing the sleep
and the crumbeled continuity of a tale lay unpeeled.

How to highlight the dates on our calenders?
You keep forgetting even the years
when your forefathers left.
And deep in the green grass the names were wiped out.

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