Saturday, October 28, 2017

Thinking Off •••

"...bear the pluralism―"
When I read a line like this I go all over the place (pluralistically) to withstand: people, crowds, variety's offering, weight of being, bombardment of stimuli, world view reconcilled, expose the plethoric, the substance of writing that trires to unveil everything, surviving any onrush of emotion, or onslaught of the seeable or touchable. Rich image for getting lost in. -allets

Friday, October 27, 2017

Dragonflies

Satish,
You, quietly, are one of the most abstract and talented poets on this site. Your poetry is never less than beguiling and mesmerizing. Take care.-Ben Pickard

These words are more than dragonflies, Satish. Dragonflies are small and a little weak, but your words are strong and they always stand up for themselves. Love this mystically vague write from you.-mossgirl19

Scourging

This is quite scourging.-mossgirl19

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Gliding

A fine poem on the soulless lives we lead, indulging in base acts and then running for cover in the 'sangam'. -GSP Rao

Monday, October 23, 2017

Perhaps

I like the visuals that each stanza portrays. The first stanza is very clear and an excellent creative start.

The second stanza paints a vivid moon lit night

I think the third is describing desire which should be sharp but isnt sharp enough to cut a jelly fishes eye

A sun stroke was speechless without a sun the gift of a night made me think that you were saying that night was a gift rather than the alternative which would be painful like sunburn or take away the sun from the sun burn and the sunburn is defunct and so you are left with the gift of cool night?

I loved "The sweet tooth of a lie scoops a truth" its a great metaphor but "king of bitters" made me struggle a little. I wondered if the addiction to lying left a bitter taste so by being a consistent liar by default would be the king of bitters taste?

I could be completely off track but I thought I would give it s whirl. It's certainly thought provoking and very deep. Best wishes-Milly Hayward


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Fury

omg ! its so beautiful. I love it.-Egyptianqt79

‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...

This poem is spiritual..... and this poem is touched my heart...I feeling well reading this poem. -Rahul Shil

Brilliant write! Good ink!-Sofia Kioroglou

Thought provoking. Kabir says,

During the first 'crossing of the bar'
I wept and the whole world rejoiced,
On 'cross the bar' again, I will rejoice
Others will weep in anguished noise. -C. P. Sharma

It is time to leave the waiting room, but i have come and will come again with all my sorrows, fears and happiness, someone will hold my hand, perhaps the same one.-Rayhan Rhyne

If you are blessed with those eyes (pl. see my poem under this caption) you will enjoy this crossing the bar once again! -Subbaraman N V

For A Desirable World

Strong and powerful message well conveyed. -Jasneet Kaur

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

There Was No Subject

In dead of night, it
rains inside the eyes, on paper
and in poems.
-I loved it..An amazing poem..beautifully penned..regards.-Dr Dillip K Swain

Forces Unseen

I liked it. Very well done, deep and thought-provoking. Yet I feel as if it isn't finished, so if you ever create another part, let me know! :) -MaiaSki 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Under The Cloud

Thanks for the stirring share. Keep writing and responding to other posts.-Jasneet Kaur


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Dark Was Good

The life's many scripts
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.... yes, it is. Beautiful poem incely inscribed. Thanks for sharing.-Kumarmani Mahakul

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

A True Deception

This really is amazing. I'm glad to see it nominated. Well done--Brenda

I can only mirror what Mr darcy said.. fantastic satish-Em

Exquisite and mysteriously beautiful. I am left somewhere between, darkness and light; like a vagabond walking the nights streets, looking in at coffee bars that are just out of reach.-Mr. Darcy

Why

I absolutely love your language Satish! I love the way you are writing recently. I appreciate them more and more. I imagine an artist painting in pain. This is stunning as ever. If I may say something, I wish the word 'canal' could be replaced, as for me it kind of affects the elegance of this piece. :-)-mossgirl19

Emotionally

Oh wow! Splendid write, Satish! Love the pauses in here, there is a rhythm that captivated me.-mossgirl19

Monday, October 9, 2017

Anatomy Of Violence

hello,
it is very nice to meet you! I enjoyed your strangely compelling poem.-Candlewitch

Teach Me To Die

Fading moon swims in limitless sky. No mooring of the lost boat in ocean burns tear. An amazing poem is vividly drafted with wise mind. Brilliant poem this is..-Kumarmani Mahakul

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Masculinity

Beautifully shows how ridiculous the road protests and mass hysteria have become now. -GSP Rao, Hyderabad

A powerful pen picture with pithy lines rich in rhetorical devices. -Ajaya Kumar Samal, N C College,Jajpur

What a shameful picture on the so-called masculinity. A masculine poem indeed!-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Time Will Take Revenge

It is a strange mix of hope and hopelessness. The poem throughout submits to violence and accepts it as a phenomenon, but the title of the poem, which is obviously at the helm of the text gives us a boomeranging hope.

Undeniably striking are these lines:
It was always extreme.
The temper, the love,
the hate.
You could offer yourself
for idiopathic study.

This 'extreme' outburst of emotions is a global headache. It seems people of this planet are suffering from 'imbalance syndrome', we are santolanbhrast; what Chinua Achebe calls as 'balance of stories' needs to be learned and inculcated. This minute we love something so dearly that anyone who doesn't love that something is hated and outcast, cleared from the face of the earth, and so on. How does one understand Myanmar, a Buddhist country to so bittelry hate the rohingyas; this hatred has become ubiquitous now in any part of the world. This group in this region, no other groups, if there is any other group, clear them, the word for killing is clear, a very nice euphemism indeed; Facebook reflects this nature very well, in like-unlike-friend-unfriend clusters, but the 'real' cause for this insanity is not quite unknown. One reason could be the jungle life that still exists in our minds because in forests, the origin of our birth, you do see animals living like that, I think we have confused their killing with ours, theirs is for eating, ours is for winning and for something we do not really know.

Would have liked to know from you if you love reading Beckett.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Wednesday, October 4, 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

Near The Sun

Such a great poem, Satish...10++++++-Bernard F. Asuncion

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Ascendancy

Nice one, could u explain the white lilies verse as well..-Srujana 

The Judgement

It's eerie in it's nature and brings the right mood in..-Srujana 

Negotiation

Satish sir - Your pen is strong and bold and so are your verses mirrored on YS. There is a lot that we can learn if you engage in a dialogue with us amateurs. A sincere feeling. Thank you.-Annapurna Sharma, Nellore

A stirring read. Keep sharing your thoughts on other posts too, as and when time permits.-Jasneet Kaur, New Delhi

Lotus is so much hyped with a particular political party that it is difficult as a reader to take the eyes off it and re-see the intent of the poem; however, the disobedient image of the innocuous flower does not leave from the head, much like the broken nib trying to write or re-write the destiny. An involving write. -Supratik Sen, Kolkata

Monday, October 2, 2017

Laissez-Faire

"you were in a silent mode like a Buddha" - I love the images you paint - Blacpoet

A Bruised Memory

Divisions Of Time
"...This moment after sometime splits..." When I read an image like this my imagination is renewed. Thank you for sharing this poem - it rocks!-allets

In Clouds

Hi...does the two persons on this poem haven't met yet? One must be evading... ;)...Anyway, I love this piece...-Sherry Caayupan

It mischievously is a sense of relieve, knowing that I understands this is a masterpiece!!-ddavidd

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Expressions

What a joke! Indeed! Why the moon alone, we are all booby-trapped in our own clouds too. A good one Satish ji.-Supratik Sen, Kolkata