When words die, I
wake up the pain. There was no
need of any elegy. A timeless scream rises.
We make faces. The
quest for the name begins. How not
to die after becoming wiser than god.
Your slanted smile makes
you real. No wish for any mirror. The
makeup is for the temple.
YOU ARE READING
Satish Verma Poems
PoetrySatish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. You are taken aback. T...
Not My Philosophy
When words die, I
wake up the pain. There was no
need of any elegy. A timeless scream rises.
We make faces. The
quest for the name begins. How not
to die after becoming wiser than god.
Your slanted smile makes
you real. No wish for any mirror. The
makeup is for the temple.