Bipurna Tara, 20 may 2016
When do I plant,
The seed of LOVE?
Where do I plant,
The seed of Love?
In the summer,
when the rain starts on the drought
or on the drought when
summer ends with scorching sun heat?
Is love a drop in the sand
or
Is love a drop in the ocean?
My love lost in the sand
or
my love drowned in the sea?
Where did I plant?
The seed of love,
Is it blooming?
or already lost?
Questions remain....
David de la Croes, 20 may 2016
Shards of spent rainbows
punctuate nature's story -
flutterings of hope
David de la Croes, 20 may 2016
A rainbow dissolves
as dark clouds gather at dusk -
monochromed landscape
David de la Croes, 20 may 2016
a rainbow shatters
and scatters laughter and tears
splatters on pages
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2016
When death’s fingers do me touch
do not let a preacher come
to pray for me.
I will walk alone with my God
who stands free from men
to meet Him face to face.
Do not let a doctor come
to take away the pain
or give the strain of tears
let me be to experience
the blazing sun setting in the west,
to see the moon rising in the night sky
let I live life and follow the course
that destiny designs
and still make your love mine.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2016
It was on. The heat!
When you could not tell the truth about yourself
something I would also not be able to tell it to myself.
How we were deceiving each other?
Why the death had come unannounced?
The mode of concrete reply was not grim.
Why did he go for an unscheduled rendezvous?
otters are going to be ostracized from water.
During eclipse sun entered the womb
spurting semen will make the earth wet.
One penetration, will it make a pregnancy?
Go for the wash, wipe the sin
from your face. Wheels of time will not stop.
My worries are freaking out.
I see a mob of stray dogs
pouncing on a lump of pink meat.
It was a quivering fetus!
Gert Strydom, 19 may 2016
Was the Son of God ever seen aeons ago strolling on South Africa’s farmland?
Did He take the fine red-brown earth in His omnipotent hand
where now are the factories, the furnaces and the concrete buildings of hell
and I wonder where is an untouched place that firmly does stand
while human beings are under money’s evil possessing spell?
(Still life is just a brittle, wilting, decaying strand
while we do in technological palaces dwell.)
Is there anybody who still does God’s countenance of love display
and who still does walk upon His righteous way
right up to the New Jerusalem
while the forces of darkness creep into the very day,
while God does keep the winds of war in check
or do I struggle alone along the narrow way?
Satish Verma, 19 may 2016
My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
Death had drawn a circle
my mode of survival depended on
the hopelessness of life
The ant-hills were growing!
The final assault will take place at night
at spiritual depths.
I will be seething with fake acoustics.
Kissing the blue lips of dawn
night bids adieu.
I will move quietly behind the corpse
A dark tribute to the mother of sorrow.
Flames on river, my body was burning
in blue waves
I was repeating history.
Gert Strydom, 18 may 2016
You never came
and time caught on to me
while I waited in vain
and still you did not know
that I was expecting you
to appear out of the blue.
Longing gave a wish to me
to be with you
but even though you love me too
the pressures of live demands
that I am here and you are there
and at times live isn’t fair
and divine you are
but a human still
and what can I say
but how much I miss you.
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