Shoved aside for asking, for a mirror,
condemned to live outside his self.
Felt miserable. Abandoned the high-rises
and walked towards the ruins,
to talk to a friend. This man never listened.
Lied in sleep in deep down earth ; beyond
Peace, yes there was. But the inside
remains were in turmoil.Same guru that
he deserved. Passion to weep, cry, finding
absolute truth which never became visible.
Sometimes he will see the ghosts of past,
his own prophets.
A picture-frame broke. Now there was
a metaphor for unbeautiful, old father.
Xylem of the tall tree was blocked. No
sap was rising. One by one the branches
from the top were wilting. Rot was
setting in. The dark sky was aching for a
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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 & BetwÄ"on.
Presently he lives in Ajmer, INDIA.
He can also be reached at email@example.com
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