OF LANGUAGE, OF LANGUAGE, OF LANGUAGE, OF LANGUAGE, OF LANGUAGE, OF LANGUAGE, OF LANGUAGE

The particulate allegories 
were tossed around. 
The wheels had refused 
to exit. 

Unscathed, phrases 
were erupting in pulses. 
There was flame and ice 
Inherent - 

in the silicate of 
wedded friendship. 
Who was afraid of the bed 
in heydays 


of thorns down the roses? 
An endless journey for the 
bleeders in labyrinthine life 
of yes and no.

Satish Verma

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OF LANGUAGE

The particulate allegories 
were tossed around. 
The wheels had refused 
to exit. 

Unscathed, phrases 
were erupting in pulses. 
There was flame and ice 
Inherent - 

in the silicate of 
wedded friendship. 
Who was afraid of the bed 
in heydays 


of thorns down the roses? 
An endless journey for the 
bleeders in labyrinthine life 
of yes and no.

Satish Verma

-------------------------

OF LANGUAGE

The particulate allegories 
were tossed around. 
The wheels had refused 
to exit. 

Unscathed, phrases 
were erupting in pulses. 
There was flame and ice 
Inherent - 

in the silicate of 
wedded friendship. 
Who was afraid of the bed 
in heydays 


of thorns down the roses? 
An endless journey for the 
bleeders in labyrinthine life 
of yes and no.

Satish Verma

-------------------------

OF LANGUAGE

The particulate allegories 
were tossed around. 
The wheels had refused 
to exit. 

Unscathed, phrases 
were erupting in pulses. 
There was flame and ice 
Inherent - 

in the silicate of 
wedded friendship. 
Who was afraid of the bed 
in heydays 


of thorns down the roses? 
An endless journey for the 
bleeders in labyrinthine life 
of yes and no.

Satish Verma

-------------------------

OF LANGUAGE

The particulate allegories 
were tossed around. 
The wheels had refused 
to exit. 

Unscathed, phrases 
were erupting in pulses. 
There was flame and ice 
Inherent - 

in the silicate of 
wedded friendship. 
Who was afraid of the bed 
in heydays 


of thorns down the roses? 
An endless journey for the 
bleeders in labyrinthine life 
of yes and no.

Satish Verma

-------------------------

OF LANGUAGE

The particulate allegories 
were tossed around. 
The wheels had refused 
to exit. 

Unscathed, phrases 
were erupting in pulses. 
There was flame and ice 
Inherent - 

in the silicate of 
wedded friendship. 
Who was afraid of the bed 
in heydays 


of thorns down the roses? 
An endless journey for the 
bleeders in labyrinthine life 
of yes and no.

Satish Verma

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Satish 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. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468