Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,157 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

3921. …… Distant Shores 10/3/2007
3922. Generosity 3/3/2009
3923. Marking The Graves 12/29/2016
3924. *depression 4/27/2010
3925. ‘crossing The Bar' Once Again... 5/25/2008
3926. A Family Dust 12/23/2009
3927. * The Dead Tiger 7/24/2009
3928. *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

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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