Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,743 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

3641. Brooding Silently 10/7/2007
3642. Tracks 10/6/2007
3643. …… Must Unbelieve 10/2/2007
3644. The Stings 9/29/2007
3645. Laughing Skull 10/15/2007
3646. Black Walls 10/12/2007
3647. I See My Own Demise 10/14/2007
3648. Dimensions 10/14/2007
3649. Woods Of Craft 10/14/2007
3650. Slaughtered Moon 10/8/2007
3651. Countdown 10/13/2007
3652. Shock The Garden 10/13/2007
3653. Eternal Cuddle 10/13/2007
3654. Another Journey 10/12/2007
3655. A Home In My Home 10/27/2007
3656. Voyage 10/26/2007
3657. A Hermit 11/28/2007
3658. From Death To Death 11/22/2007
3659. Flowering Of The Thought 3/9/2008
3660. Intense Poetry 11/28/2007
3661. A Very Hurt Poem 4/3/2008
3662. A Search Beyond Quest 5/17/2008
3663. Movements 4/30/2008
3664. A Rebel Being Born 5/12/2008
3665. Inferno 6/7/2008
3666. The Redundant 6/1/2008
3667. Labyrinths 11/13/2008
3668. In Our Breasts 10/14/2008
3669. Suddenly So! 8/2/2008
3670. ‘...Roots That Clutch...’ 6/26/2008
3671. Naked Freedom (A Sequel To The Massacre Of 23rd Nov 09 In Philippines) 11/27/2009
3672. Small Talk 11/21/2009
3673. Homecoming 11/8/2009
3674. Serene Revenge 10/18/2009
3675. Fugitive Swan 9/20/2009
3676. * Bald And Painful 4/25/2009
3677. Between Hunger And Escape 4/20/2009
3678. In Reverse 6/23/2009
3679. Losing Again 1/2/2009
3680. Ambulating Pain 10/13/2007
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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