Satish Verma was born in 1935, did his post graduation in Botany in 1957. At the age of 18, he started writing poems in Hindi and got them published in various journals. In 1957 he started a literary journal called Lahar (The Wave...) which immediately became a grand success and sold like hot cakes. In the early 60's he successfully tried his hand at translating the classic works of Ravindra Nath Tagore like Balaka, Jyoti-Kanikain and Manimal into Hindi which were hailed as landmarks in the art and craft of translation. His versatility and creativity almost goaded him to compose poems of a different sort and a class by themselves which came out in volumes like Prayaas and 1974 and Other Poems. In 1980 his first- ever collection of English poems called INWARD JOURNEY saw the light of the day, which was well received and reviewed in various journals and magazines in India and abroad. And all these years he was teaching Botany to graduate students. In 1980 itself he started a social project of Holistic therapies called SEWA MANDIR which in due course of time has become the biggest institute of charitable kind in Asia. Sewa Mandir, however, was also in a way responsible for making Satish the poet undergo a long hibernation. And for about 25 years he did not write a single word. And suddenly the creating urge erupted almost in a volcanic fashion and for the last two years he has been writing literally daily without any compromise with profundity, infact. He has been rightly called "a talented poet" by Mark O'Connor, the Olympic poet of Australia and John Kinsella has found "Certainly something interesting and spiritual and tough! happening" in the poetry of Satish Verma. While Christopher Rollason has been impressed by "a strong and elegant line, forcible rhythms, and memorable use of alliteration and assonance" in the recent masterpieces of Satish Verma, E.E. Sule finds Satish's poems "exhilarating" exhibiting "a restless spirit in a surrealistic quest..." . Satish's poems written during the last couple of years will shortly be published in his forthcoming volume called Beyonds & Betwēon. Presently he lives in Ajmer, INDIA. He can also be reached at http://arawlii.com/about_us.htm = For resume. http://arawlii.com/pub-sverma.htm = For Publication.
The Ghost THE GHOST The pain is, what it is, not the fearof not becoming.you disappear when the sun setsand a black rug greets you.Scarred mindunder the empty skullprepares for the exitas dark sea splurges on the shrine,trying to erase your name.Life had been too hot, sometimesI am the water, you saidThere was no snow.No flakes, no fixing, no drugs.No flowery fuzzwhy you were transported to foreign...... Similar Editorial : Ghost Towns by Steven Gillman. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Peace Will Prevail PEACE WILL PREVAIL Who was in, and who was outscared to know who will scout.Light was daring unabashedlydark was friendly nothing to hide.Who will chisel the masterpiece?Nouns will carve your time, my timestrips you to bone like fleeting rhymewho was then slave and who sublime.Door was shut and key was lostwater was thin and air was lost.Think and think till spell was overgrass was green, and...... Similar Editorial : Peace Breaks Out by Janette Blackwell. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Is And Not IS AND NOT If it is,it was not.Things people dothings people stall.Others were theyit was I .Why did I go backto read the book of lifefrom end to beginningfrom dark to light,At least there was comingand no retreat,and you ended in celebration.Enough was folded between the lines,enough was spoken between the wordsI was bewildered thoughstill I wanted to begin again!
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Making MAKING I liked to adore a wall minus any hanginga huge blank space to imagineand draw conclusions.Anything traced looks strange on canvasupside down like a man's lifemeaningless.A plain truth of nonsense.I loved the corners, where speed was interruptedthen comes a pause, to look aroundand ponder. Where the path went wrong?What was the most intimate moment between cloud and sky when they buckled...... Similar Editorial : Making Transitions by Robert F. Abbott. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Contrast CONTRAST Some one was pulling the stringstrembling was all that, hands canavail, the not coming of sorrow.Meanwhile I walkwith the fog,To stay abreast with pain.The inner dialogue brokers the thawseduced like a solid rockto unroll the secrets.This was the question of a grousefor the geometrical designs.Why not dots? Dots - black and whiteA thing is a thing, a boiled syndromeyou may touch it,weigh...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Wilting WILTINGMy midnight lamp burnsroses were wilting.The house that divided the lives,broken noses,Red blemishes cropping up here and therebetween tall grasses of argumentsWho came out with impunity ?We fought like ravens on the streetfor a piece of crumb.Listening had stoppedlearning had stoppedAge of knowledge was not discernible,thoughts were back in centuries.My eyes were damp,faces were wilting...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Going Back GOING BACKThe other side:otherness always collides.A sinful virtueto see the other side of moon.Clefted peaksdefeating yourselftasting the salt on the lips.Body fluctuateslike the drizzlewetting all the continuous present stressand throwing up chaste droplets.Always at the center stagewith laughing tattoos.Deep down flows the silent lavabursting the rocks,melting the grooves.Absurd:quote...... Similar Editorial : Back to School by Rondi Hillstrom Davis and Janell Sewall Oakes. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Incomplete Making INCOMPLETE MAKINGStarted forgetting the namesNo coming,becomingstanding on the streetwatching the feelings evaporate.No countingmeasuring was of any use.Doing nothing was a bliss when something went amisswhen head was highand legs were weakwhere to gowhere to sleep.When did you lose,when did you win ?When were you saint,when did you sin ?Minute to minuteyou lived in timegrain to grainyou had no...... Similar Editorial : For Making your E by Anne Catherine. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Adolesence ADOLESENCEThey did not help himhis golden godspull him out of the marshy land.And threw him behind the walls with spikesof uncertain inside.A pain in chestwas different from heartachenow nothing will happen.He was many, now he is onealone in a jungle of others.Will he come out from dirty sentencesand create a rebirth?Civility was not importantnow he will unclothefor reflowering.Once upon a time he...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
No Enemies NO ENEMIESYou validate a sin.I recoil at duality,and renounce the mask.I am at fire -a time to define the man.I will deal with quietism.Attend the scalding ritual,take off the clothes.Let us see the bruises on your trunk.Put up your wordsin boiling cauldronand pick up the hot truth.I wanted to see the naked melting.How far you have gone in dark ?The tunnel will tell the wind.Death has no enemies...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
I Think I THINKSelf effacement? I wonderI am myself today.War is on - In the valley of triumphsscattering the fleshthe bones and the toes.Let us talk of inner-connectivitythere must be some resistance.The night of terror has come -I did, what I thought.Not afraid of futureyou were not, born with a gun.There is no relativityI speak for you, for him or herfor collective truth. The river is in full spate...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Hyacinthus HYACINTHUSTell me, what is the hope now?Destiny is not inside the new man.Synthetic lies have spreadlike water hyacinth,on the lake.Somebody was drowned, I hear.Absolute truth?This tragedy:Will it reverse the course of time?I feel very depressed.Stay with me.What do we know about the death?Is there any reincarnation of truth?Must we wait and find outthe transmigrated soul in some poor...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Pain Of Sky PAIN OF SKYLet us think deeplyand delay the departurefor the search of oneselfin man.It is a long journeythrough the anonymity,soul searching,shreding greed and desire.Nobody is going to be cohesivetill thought knows the meaning of self.Between true and falsewe have to find the rival.The crescent moon follows the coffinof night in a crowd of stars.The philosopher has been defeatedin creating the...... Similar Editorial : Pelvic Pain by Paul Dylan. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Witnesses WITNESSESTurbulencebreaking through the fog.my hills disturb the moon.It is past midnight.The oracle sleeps on the smoke circleof rose hips.Inter alia, the words are excitedsomething is going to happenA cuckoo gives a lyrical approval.Pink icicles on windowpluck the eyes.No body is going to mourn for the darkness.An inward othernessplants the gratitude.Another day to celebrate.Silience has a...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Eternal Itch ETERNAL ITCHWhen you sing no moremy little bird,there would be left a voice imprint on the frozen tree,like a black rose on a white paper.An anguished truth will search for meand I will write for youa lone poem.This is how I talk to my innerselfwhen I leave my body.When I am sad and moth-eatenand I go back to my empty nestto fight with life and deathafter collecting all my debacles.A seed sprouts...... Similar Editorial : Hope Springs Eternal by Heather Dugdale. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
