Gert Strydom, 4 september 2013
About the power that love do impress,
there is something that is really lovely
a kind of beauty that does confess
that love does come totally free
and in my heart your image does linger on
while all thoughts, needs of others are gone.
Gert Strydom, 4 september 2013
In the aloe covered hillocks I saw nature have her way
with orange primal naked flowers among the rocks
while proteas bloomed on sunny day after sunny day;
small miracles caught the eye, under a cobalt sky
while you smiled at me with an inner happiness,
you radiated something more than just tranquillity
had softness, a serenity and a type of kindness;
your soft lips I wanted to kiss with you I wanted to be.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 september 2013
Dark clouds of depression
loomed in her mind,
followed by long sighs,
accompanied by sobs.
Few minutes later,
came a heavy downpour
of salty water,
continuing for an hour.
The clock ticked
and as the cell beeped,
a smile peeped
through the wet cheeks.
Had she gone out of her mind
or was there a reason for it?
A misunderstanding?
A coincidence, that's it!
The name announced on media,
a deceased victim of the blast,
matched with the name
that was close to her heart.
Relief approached
as she answered the beep,
sent to her by one
who was close indeed.
[Published in ‘Indus woman writing’ in September 2013 issue]
Satish Verma, 4 september 2013
At ethnic moment
on the moonfront, artless impressionists
of parallel conflicts with anxious looks
come to share the self realized truth
of mangled uncertainties,
watching your own dead body:
small chicks huddle together for contemporary
thoughts of violence-to kill or not to kill-
humanity walks with bent head
listening nothing:
I am desperate, the moon was stone faced
black holes bleed and throw the crystals
of red light: dropp your pen and hold the death
on doorway, morning wind was coming
from the seaside:
for dissolution of your ego, I would go for a long swim.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 3 september 2013
(after Robert Louis Stevenson)
My darling is beautiful with eyes the sun’s hue
sparkling like morning dew
and she is honest, true and utterly straight
the creator made her to be my mate.
With words that at times can be a consuming fire
or a blessing like a cool stream and love that doesn’t tire
always cheerful and level headed and never sinister
I find the most gracious qualities in her.
As friend, companion, partner and wife
she was send to this life
to live openly
forever duty bound but still free
as the greatest of blessings to me.
[Reference: “My Wife” by Robert Louis Stevenson.]
Gert Strydom, 3 september 2013
Most beautiful girl
I send a message to you
but no postal dove can get it to you
as life passes far too quickly
but the stars, the moon, the sun and the sky are witnesses
to the feelings that we have got for each other
and in seconds it has got to be with you
so that you can read it
and can give a nice lovely answer
to how perfect moments between us are.
My lips upon yours carry it
and in every gasp or breath,
in our heart beats the message is send
and it’s as if this moment can last eternally.
Gert Strydom, 3 september 2013
When the day is only just breaking
and the morning star has only just appeared
then I have got break my first bread
and start on the waiting journey
where the road is already yearning
for me to travel on
as if my footsteps
are already set on to it
but you have got to go along
and accompany me
so that I can daily,
sometimes hourly, tell you about my love
and the sun, the sky and the stars
can sparkle in your eyes.
Satish Verma, 3 september 2013
sulking penetrates in deep veins,
deliverer becomes bald,
jumps to his death in scorching sun,
a starfish inherits the costume of
skull and crossbones-
the cynosure tries to wear a crown
of hawthorn for the freedom of soul,
the bonds of pink capped dahlias, a version
of milky smiles, in a battle of withdrawls,
it was impossible to wrench the crumbling style,
the caterpillars were walking with iron shoes
never to become butterflies, the secret
of eggs will be buried in bitterness of separation,
I was drowning but for my faith for the river
flowing in my back yard.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 2 september 2013
Somewhere I have lost my way in you
as if I am lost in you
and as if I can find no footpath leading to the outside,
I am trapped.
Your glances and the way that you do look
are constantly lingering in my heart
and I am caught in nights
even if you
are right here against me
and everything feels so genuine and true
as if I am meant
to constantly
go through life with you
as if I am to anchor my fingers, my humanity in you.
Gert Strydom, 2 september 2013
What value can I bring to you,
I that have nothing?
What can I find to penetrate as something true,
through the darkness around me?
When I see the heaven
shining in your glance
when you smile tenderly
with stars dancing in your eyes?
What can I find in this darkness
that is around me
that is honest, free of evil,
to show you the world
in the way that I do look at it,
as something genuinely actual that is without dishonesty?
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