Saturday, September 30, 2017

My Questions

So here a prophecy has been proven false. What prophecy is the question. I reckon it may refer to famine or maybe wars that lead to humanitarian distasters.
The fig tree is used here to perhaps illustrate that just a few small seeds or actions can alleviate suffering.

The references to the divine may suggest we have no one to blame but ourselves.

The last stanza is directed to the reader. To paraphrase 'are you tired of falls lies empty promises'?. Could be a comment on politics here, maybe that is what is questioned here. Hope i was close!-Mark

Thinking Loud

Time demand loyalty, good one.-Gajanan Mishra

Friday, September 29, 2017

The Avenger

Fantastic poem showing that illusions are a part of life which need to be interpreted
in the right perspective. Thanks, Verma ji.-Rajnish Manga

A simile with a great philosophical theme of profound meaning. Thanks for sharing.-Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Once- Over

Unbelievably beautiful expression. Thanks for sharing, Mr Verma. I quote:
I had once / asked you to trim / the eyebrows
like a bow./ So that you can / kill a bird / in flight.-Rajnish Manga

Fury

Utter despair looms large in the world where a group, a large group, indisposed and directionless are perpetually fighitng with shadows, killing innocence with plastic intelligence. The melting point of realisation doesn't help from the inevitable disaster.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Ziplocked

Talking To A Friend

Not sure....not sure of meaning...but I think I have it! Spirit...here you are the soul! The friend is the mortal body?-Mark

Pondering

Satish sir your poem on "Pondering" stimulates us to keep Pondering all the time to know the value of Pondering.TFS. -Iftekhar Ahmed, Kolkata

Sea and the beach being at the epicentre of the poems, the image of pondering gets so easily imprinted. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Each verse defined the beauty of pondering, so well. Keep writing and responding to other posts. Many young writers will benefit from your valuable comments and constructive feedback. -Jasneet Kaur, New Delhi

Monday, September 25, 2017

Untrailed

An excellent image filled piece.-Em

Neutral

I love this, it reflects so well that feeling of being truly lost for words and having no idea what to do for the best. Very poignant.-Kitty Cat Lady

Poetic

Yes Satish sir your verse reminds me one of the famous lines of Shelley's poem which states that "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought".Very nice poem. -IFTEKHAR AHMED, KOLKATA

Yes why not; keep writing about 'the beauty of dying sun' when its birth is so aganising. Death or silence seems to be the true poem. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Living Death

Death As A Debt
I never considered it that way before. - allets

*return To Ashes

I cannot decipher this. First stanza I can't help to feel as river night fishing. The return to ashes maybe where ashes were once released into the river.

Second stanza may refer to the preparation of the caught fish.....Gustav Klimt is a Austrian painter (loved his tranquil waters)

Last stanza...my only idea is maybe a reference to his painting kiss.-Mark

Conversation

I really had to think about this...interpretation isn't my strongest quality.. But I feel a sense of inner conflict...maybe the two hills represents both sides of the brain..the light or sun failing references could mean darkness is winning this conflict?-Mark

The Democracy

This seems to highlight imperfections in politics. In particular how emotionless laws, political philosophy and executive commands are. Then I interpet; the same can be said about robotics and our reliance on them. The last stanza may refer to all these systems not realizing ..we have things to answer for in the afterlife. -Mark

Ashamed

Witty expression,Satish Sir.Indeed there are many people who even after committing the most heinous crimes don't feel ashamed rather they begin to justify their brutal acts by using most abusive words.But justice will be done at last and Janus will open the gate of hell for those criminals.In this mundane world these criminals succeed in escaping from being penalized and their brutal acts filled the pages of the historians but they should not consider this respite as a boon but it is the filthiest bane in the guise of boon for them but they realize it not.Very nice composition,Satish sir.-IFTEKHAR AHMED, KOLKATA

How brilliantly the title of the poem is beaming in its every line Satish ji. Wonderful to read about the god of beginnings who will trap the light (as if that's possible) and open the doors. The hyphenated connection between the third and the fourth couplets speaks volumes of our futile, artificial, superficial and plastic connections and reluctance to address the pressing issues despite using verbosity and other instruments of war. When we commit a crime as heinous as rapes, we do forget, don't we, that we are also raping humankind by insulting our moms (ah precious moms, our mammas) and mother tongue is bound to break into unnoticed tears. This is one of your best, from all aspects. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Relentlessly

So profound a poem, Satish Sir! Conveying the truth wrapped in metaphors and striking verses, is so appealing. A couple of readings and guided with Supratik's expert comments, I am able to garner the gist. Much to learn from you. Thankyou for this splendid share. -Gomathi Mohan, New Delhi

What a horrific image of endorsed chicanery and lies in the guise of liberation and failing and murderous democracy! The penultimate or the tenth sentence says it all and prepares to relentlessly highlight the absolute opposite of what democracy stands for, that you are shoved on the tracks before incoming electric wheels. This example far exceeds the otherwise cliché example of an inevitable disaster, riding a tiger. Eleven thousand mistakes are openly hidden in these eleven sentences, and the eleven stops are on one level urging the world to stop and on another level they focus, underline the non-stoppable self-destructive and suicidal character of the world. Absorbing, emotionally charged and intellectually stimulating. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The Trappers

Very strong underlying meaning of war torn areas and countries. Very figurative. Thanks for sharing.-Artempathy

Rains Are Coming

or stashed away in dark places but not present to solve and not about to arrive. Jose is the next hurricane, Islands are being abandoned. Rain is a metaphor - impending ranging from innundations and deaths to overwhelmed psyches, the candle missing, lightless in total darkness - marvelous image. More than hoplessness, nihlist. Scary as prophetic.. -allets

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Hubble Turns 20

Yes I think the poet is trying to find what is the outer galaxy, explaining well,
the every thought.-Domic Sands

Words And Passages

This is indeed a beautiful poem, sir. The best I have read today! -Preetha Sreeni, Palakkad

A subtle poem reflecting the fierceful, forceful and threatening silence maintained by the keepers, at least those revered, conferred and identified as such. Very painful indeed, whence the laughing Buddha is ailing, seeing the world topsy-turvy. Difficult times made more so with no will whatsoever to find an answer. Loved the last two lines, reminding we are not immortal or young forever. Time is fleeting by. Thankyou Satish Sir for sharing this beautifully composed poem, painted with painful reality. -Gomathi Mohan, New Delhi

Warning against a warning!

Reading the poem gives blue horrors to find mindless people defining borders with scratched, inert body that is also celebrated as a warning in the confused world where the smiling Budhha becomes the ailing Budhha upon perhaps seeing intolerance in his endearing world; a foolish act would be definitely to find the hand which is supposed to help, heal, now engaged in the hit-hurt-hate acts. Somehow the narrator suddenly turns back and warns that tomorrow will cease to remain with guilds.

Perhaps it is this turning back at the offenders that justifies the name of the poem as Words and Passages, where words also mean promises and passages the passing or the changing times. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Saturday, September 16, 2017

You

cuckoo cucoon --- aphorism of
cuckoo cucoon --- aphorism of the moon, lusty moon of ido loon --- maker of the master moon make my mizer know his boon... the boon of bane said man the maid --- after all i clena the faye of rainman and the play is just a hand of the maker.-burkej1h

Friday, September 15, 2017

It Matters

Marvelous writing Satish. Thank you for sharing.-Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Kindled Night

This is a truly fascinating piece to read because, at least to me, it is incredibly unique and it showcases an extremely diverse use of imagery. I hope more people come across this.-BlueJay

Weaving Silence

I thought that you might appreciate an indepth feedback on this remarkable piece. It is only my opinion and perceptions but hopefully you will take it in the spirit given.

The first stanza kicks off with a dramatic start that hits you right between the eyes.
"Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia"

Stanza 2 - I had never heard of Cinchona bark so looked it up - it is a tree whose bark has medical properties. Knowing this - for me gave this stanza even more depth.

"Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors".
These words bring imagery to my mind of someone who is strong, a surviver managing to stay sane despite living under the thumb of a tyrant. I especially loved "inciting the riots of colours "what an amazingly creative way to portray violence incited by a tyrant.

Stanza 3 - "The digital death comes as a reward for insane truth" Again a powerful line that grips the reader. Then the poem takes a more sorrowful tone... "You turn the back on home and walk towards the sea –" the seeping out of strength, the fights all gone.

Final stanza. "to count the empty shells on beach, here life completes a cycle from emptiness to emptiness you are ready to go in void. Here the sadness deepens and leaves the reader feeling the loss of a life and the feeling of emptiness.

An inspirational piece. Although you have written on the death of Steve Jobs at the end I feel that this poem is so well written as that it could apply to so many peoples lives and as I interpretted in
many different ways. Very enjoyable. -Milly Hayward

Wow, fantastic piece, Satish!-mossgirl19

Taking Cognisance

The poem raises the issue of poaching very poignantly. It comes to a freezing point of horror when poaching is extended to killing of the girl-child. Satirical and very hard-hitting.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

The Volcano Erupts

This is probably one of the best expressions I have read concerning the freedom of a soul. Thanks.
..You don't own your life.... your freedom.
..If you.... see me as your liberator.
I will bring my own shackles.-Rajnish Manga

Extolling

Good play of words. Would appreciate if you could leave your insightful responses to others. Surely new writers will benefit from your constructive feedback.-Jasneet Kaur , New Delhi

I absolutely second Mallick da here. The one in the middle stands out.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Satish ji, I like the second one! It has great deeper meaning! Thank you.-Kumarendra Mallick, Hyderabad

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

A Strange Phenomenon

Time, a non-negotiable element of Life as mortality has proven...Born to die, just as the moon, sun, stars & space...while here within this dimension, we can bond with said forces of God's astrological largess...and speak to these elements if we choose, so long as we listen to their answers to our queries...as aside from their 'Creator' their be no more glaring and trustable source of our lives and planets future than these forces. So, why not take the TIME to dialogue while time and space are still masque by science as conceived by a Bang & a whole of blackness...And they call them Rocket Scientists! God help us all, my friend.-Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Being Mortal

Beautiful poem Satish
Thank you for sharing.-Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Anatomy Of Violence

Brilliant! Hard-hitting on violence at its best. While the first stanza looks like Inès and Garcin locked up in 'hell' or *Huis clos (a windowless room) written by Jean-Paul Sartre, the last stanza perhaps refers to the horse in the novel called Black Beauty by Anna Sewell who, much like the novel is finally relieved to his happy retirement in the country after 'a myriad tears'. The powerful reference talks so clearly about the atrocities (a signature assault) and our inability to reach out to 'the god' with our balloon thought. Well done. And what an apt name dear Satish!
On the critique side, would have preferred a footnote for the asterix marked against Black Beauty. However, as an author you must always have the last word, so would like to be corrected if you meant anything else for the asterix. I am condemned by the academic way of looking at texts, which says 'rien est gratuit', nothing is free.

*Huis clos (closed door) is the French name, it's called No Exit and In camera in British and American Engish translations respectively.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Friday, September 8, 2017

Death Of A Godman

An emotional piece with vivid imagery liked it very much.-Milly Hayward

Unfreezing

This is dark but always a wonderful read. Well done-renda

Satish
another dark piece of writing, in a style I enjoy reading very much.-Michael

Forgetting

Satish,
I do enjoy reading your work, so intriguing.-Michael

Misdemeanor

Psychological war is the reason for the physical war we have in this world. It pollutes everyone, the three pronouns very methodically put in the poem; laying all the cards on the table has been very poignantly used in the last stanza; putting oneself in other's shoes (father's shoes) doesn't really help altering the shower of abuses. It (the psychological war) continues, the ping pong game is on and this is the misdemeanor (the wrongdoing that continues like the cause and effect of karma) the poem is talking about; if I could make sense after reading the poem many times.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Monday, September 4, 2017

Unknowingly

Subtle and romantic, elegant verse.-Katrina S

With Moon And Sunlight

The poem talks of bitter truth which may not be palatable to many. But it is what it is. Thanks, Mr Verma.
.... Else you drink hemlock,
make your throat blue to
protect the man from misery of life.-Rajnish Manga

New Pathways

A poignant read.-Jasneet Kaur, New Delhi

Making Overtures

"The pain eases, when memory fails." No regrets comes across as coming to terms with reality. Clever usage in the last line.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Friday, September 1, 2017

Zeitgeist

Beautiful poem, great writing!-FredPeyer

On Cobbled Trail

Save some volatility
for me. I have broken
my wings........//.... So poignant and thought provoking. Thanks.-Rajnish Manga