Satish Verma : Writing

There Was No Rebillion

There Was No Rebillion

A Poem by Satish Verma


There Was No Rebillion
Soul Mate

Soul Mate

A Poem by Satish Verma


You were wired, I won't let you go with zinnias
Last Wishes

Last Wishes

A Poem by Satish Verma


Like for Terra, the goddess of the earth―
The Moral Suicide

The Moral Suicide

A Poem by Satish Verma


The Moral Suicide
On My Terms

On My Terms

A Poem by Satish Verma


On My Terms
In Cursive Style

In Cursive Style

A Poem by Satish Verma


In Cursive Style
Reading Nietzsche

Reading Nietzsche

A Poem by Satish Verma


Reading Nietzsche
My Theology

My Theology

A Poem by Satish Verma


I will do no harm in asking the colors of
Uncannily

Uncannily

A Poem by Satish Verma


Tracing your eyebrows on paper― eyes mine, we will
The Will To Survive

The Will To Survive

A Poem by Satish Verma


Little birds had become stone pelters.