Satish Verma, 23 september 2015
Deep lies the truth, unfathomed,
you cannot touch it.
Crossing the faceless matrix,
do not reach the level,
reasoning flattens the spikes.
On sand, elixir falls
like drops from awakening.
Arising from sorrow,
mustiness fills your eyes.
This was truth or untruth,
two strokes of madness,
wedged between night and sun.
Silence becomes an eloquent speech.
Each day brings silly
statements wearing artful masks.
Commentary on a vision fails.
Right versus wrong.
The conents of conflict always
linked the fear with poverty of a Being.
The involuted self uncurls
a scheme of war with a big world.
Now the smiles catch
a butterfly to immitate the colors.
Gert Strydom, 22 september 2015
Tonight when you did come lie down next to me
it was if I did smell the fragrance of wild field flowers,
in the darkness I could differentiate your perfection,
and you were the most beautiful flower
while your eyes did gleam emerald-green,
and I could feel your heart beating,
while it had been a enchanting evening
while the rays of the moon fell over your face
and beamed as if you were holy,
while we both did know of our passion,
did know of the deep bond
that our love does bring and you did lie comfortable
against me and I did touch your soft skin
while we shared the intimate hours of the night.
ratnakar d mandlik, 21 september 2015
Riding the waves of sorrow
Gliding through imagery
In pursuit of salvation
Flies a poet's imagination.
Bearing brunt of the legacy
Almighty's gift in inheritance
Absorbed is the hermit in a trance,
In poverty too keeping him cozy.
Omnipresence through inheritance,
Omnipotent command over words,
The lord in celestial kingdom
Trades dreams to humanism.
Long live the dream merchant
And his fountain of joy to us enchant.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 21 september 2015
Cursory glance of a wwilliwy dame
Pierced the heart and it did tame
Embodiment of valour and too brave,
A thunderous jolt to him it gave.
The chieftain ruled over the clan,
Bravery and prudence were the coins
Coveted by him alongwith celebacy,
Acquired from mentor, in legacy.
Service of humanity was his goal,
Strived for the same his inner soul.
Banished he had selfishness and greed.
In service of humanity joy he derived.
Gone with the wind were his resolves,
By her glance and a seductive Pause.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
Gert Strydom, 21 september 2015
On this early summer evening
outside the fish and chips shop I stop
caught by the serene colours in the sky
of the setting sun, the hues
of yellow and orange flowing into pink,
the clouds hanging white
somewhat like patterns
or connecting pieces of a puzzle
against the dark and light blue sky
with rays shining through
giving brilliance to them
as if falling in spotlights
or in broad bands at places
with the sun finally becoming
a small glowing ball
just here and there
appearing through open patches
of the now darker clouds and sky.
Satish Verma, 21 september 2015
Learning something about
a cause with remote effect
you will have a soul
connective to the body.
Near the end of the home
lies the river of fire.
Time to bid goodbye
to blind walls
and enter the arena of lashings.
It was difficult to unremember.
The mind rambled and you were chewing
the kiss of death.
Time traveled in circle,
dealing with fear.
I waited for the space, to widen between us
to breathe forgiveness.
Nothing stirs the waves.
The water reflects the elegy,
a poem for the trapped one.
Nostalgia for the brood,
the age gives way. Half aloud
the evening settles under the covers.
Brute claws kill the span.
ratnakar d mandlik, 20 september 2015
Not failure, low aim is crime
Big bangs too produce unique chime.
Blank can not a life,s canvas be
With ample strokes of pains n glee.
Youth may pass nurturing aspirations,
Intensifying in the run all the emotions.
Hard earned knowledge may come to rescue,
Compelling to accept disillusoned ash,s residue.
Joy n sorrow, elation n agonizing pain
In which He has soused life of human.
Birth n death, two definite destinations
Opposite though are their own Celebrations.
Life is worth living inspite of all such odds
For the human, loveliest incarnation of God.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 20 september 2015
In nature's guise a deity,
May I call you Almighty?
Embodiment of benevolence,
At times cruelty,s essence.
You are no doubt great,
With forms though intricate,
Master of the universe
With incarnations diverse.
Enchanting your landscapes
Mountains n valleys picturesque.
Embodiment of celetial beauty
You do shatter our vanity.
Oh bountiful almighty
On human have some pity
Since you are the creator
As also their terminator.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 20 september 2015
Discovery of oil stocks in the middle east
During '70, had started beeline in the quest
Of unemployed job seekers towards Dubai
Scums of oil money then flowed in India n Mumbai.
Typists, carpenters, nurses and electricians,
Affording only cycles flew in aeroplanes.
Middle east had been their destiny n work place.
Hutment dwellers too nurtured dreams of palace.
Wealth n it,s swelling started to differentiate
India and Bharat, NRI and RI, it,s affiliates.
Money they remitted to families at home
Upliftment of clans was their cherished dream.
Less fortunate alas, who could not make it
Were the natives who were hardly hit.
Inflation had robbed their earnings at home,
Poorer they became in course of the game.
ratnakar d mandlik, 20 september 2015
Riding on the waves of sorrow and mirth
Traverses life of human if the sail is smooth.
Hurricanes and tornados with mountainous tides
No doubt to it capsize n it,s doom they decide.
Every human being, being an unique boat
Sails in the ocean as destined since birth.
Joyeous may be the sail or may it be tumultous
Positive approach though can make it picturesque.
Thoughts, if negative make it a trawler
Dragging heaps of grief in it,s net.
Dumping sorrow needs expertize great
Inculcated that can be only by a preacher.
Smooth n meaningful sail of any boat
Ensures good teacher n his radiates.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
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