Satish Verma, 1 december 2014
there was a tree rose
piercing me and killing me, I thought
it was cheating on me after the sunset
when moon was walking alone
you know what is love
we think different things at the same time
but we are always alone, you do not think,
I think about my god, saying a prayer
to unknow him or keep him alive
he has a debt to pay me back because
I created him what cosmologist would
say was an accident
somebody comes with a strange version
I say, a transgender was also entitled
for his or hers right to love, may be
marrying a deity one day and have free sex
what were you saying about the bait, now
a hapless buffalo will be tied with a rope
put up on a rough terrain to invite the
lion to pounce and make a kill for the benefit of visitors
I am perplexed, do not want to talk,
will watch the moon again, sailing
silently across the blue starry sky
throwing the shadow of dew on my eyes.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014
My love,
no other women
has moved me like you do
and you bring possibilities
of what true love is supposed to be
and fuel my innermost passion
with feelings that are true
and real bliss is
like this.
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 december 2014
purr
you purr
in pleasure and
in need; in bed you do
it with aplomb; i need to ask:
are you pure hominid
or are you part
felid?
renato
sunday 30 november 2014
Satish Verma, 30 november 2014
talking of fire and passion
watch a scented pistil
guiding the asteroids, did you
hear the flawless silence
after the cuckoo’s call, an interruption,
a suspended pause, then a
high pitched cascading note, moon
is still hanging out on the western sky,
it is dawn
sun is coming out from the hazel bed
violence must cease
clouds are meditating
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 november 2014
It slides stealthily in you, the fear
shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said
the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing
sound across the black wall,
I hate you, I hate you. He was crying
and shouting. Why were you so good to
me, why did not you hit me? He started
throwing stones on jasmines –
and then hanged himself with a shoe
lace. Fingerprinting the DNA was inconclusive.
Senseless incarceration, a hidden paranoia,
a tormented soul arrested under the canopy.
Heights, yes heights were responsible for the
fall, for the hurt, for the pain. Could not
stay fearlessly for a long time. Perfection
was the watchword.
Death was the peace.
Satish Verma
Deep, 28 november 2014
The world comes together,
When I just want to meet her,
The love I have just gets sweeter,
Its so humongous, you may call me a cheater,
The hair in her eyes,
The glow of her smile,
the attention of her style,
makes me ask why,
She just calls me a friend,
Why not we go till the end,
Because my love will never cease,
I feel with her like a hot day's cold breeze,
I love her so,
Why does she tell me no,
The emptiness of the boat i row,
The water does not stop its flow,
Whatever she says make me feel low,
Because I lover her and will never let her go.
Satish Verma, 28 november 2014
Overnight I have turned
grey, stuck on the threshold
of a song
which does not cry
parting the mist
of the eyes.
Why should not,
the humming bird stop
becoming voiceless?
O bystander,
wakeup the moon
night will fall now glittering.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 27 november 2014
Love is
the things we miss
and yet its not just bliss
or something hidden in a kiss
but the simple kindness of every day
the small words and acts that we may
in the depths of the mind
do leave behind
or miss.
Gert Strydom, 27 november 2014
Winter
brought its own rest
and in the time of chill
when all was stripped to the core
you were very kind to me, and much more
when I was tired and somewhat ill
and loving has a skill
that at its best
restores.
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
You do
cross the tar road
and my heart leaps with pain
while I wish that you will remain
and the wind does jerk at your skirt, your hair
while to me you are very fair
and my emotions overload
and I love you
much more.
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