Satish Verma : Writing

The Raging Storm

The Raging Storm

A Poem by Satish Verma


A scavenger fails to thrive in upward mobility.
From The Streetlamp

From The Streetlamp

A Poem by Satish Verma


Hits you in the face, disseminating the chivalry
Picking Up The Threads

Picking Up The Threads

A Poem by Satish Verma


No attachment with the alma mater. You have
From The Edge

From The Edge

A Poem by Satish Verma


You were becoming more prone to violence, confronting
Kidnapped

Kidnapped

A Poem by Satish Verma


Lamenting, what not to― think. Condemned to burn
Where Dreams Live

Where Dreams Live

A Poem by Satish Verma


Despite the great divide a dialogue must ensue, between
Killing Yourself

Killing Yourself

A Poem by Satish Verma


It was a flame in the drizzle: a golden peacock.
An Elegy

An Elegy

A Poem by Satish Verma


The abundance spills on my torn shirt, when I was
It Was No Magic

It Was No Magic

A Poem by Satish Verma


When you would be absent, O Druid, I will know you better.
Another Mistake

Another Mistake

A Poem by Satish Verma


Training your voice, you had come around to open―