Gert Strydom, 17 march 2016
There had been a kind of loneliness, a brokenness,
deep in your eyes,
a searching for greater meaning
and deeply moved
I wanted to bring something holy and honest to you,
with inadequacy
I did tattle when you did come right up to me
when with your loveliness I was moved.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2016
Dust to dust the soul,
moves in a confined circle
to preserve a death.
The struggle of a truth to find,
the space between the fact and fiction.
Time comes to breathe in nihility,
questioning the infidelity of violence.
I do not want to avoid the revolution within
let me use the knife to cut,
the moments into filaments of sparks.
I wanted to restrain myself,
from committing the act of accepting the pain.
The first truth remains the last truth.
Winds of change cannot erase it.
Right side of knowledge,
and wrong side of fact were always in conflict.
The sweet-smelling mask was baffled,
crippling the mind.
I craved only nothingness.
Renato N. Mascardo, 16 march 2016
hierarchy
first the
sparrow then the
wren gliding down to peck
the birdseeds hiding between blades
of grass
followed
by a pair of
cardinals which were mates
bright red and light brown scratching the
dry ground
next came
the large and blue
cardinal mates hogging
the sunflower seeds scattered on
the grass
and then
they flew up all
in a rush and the dove
no longer mourning landed and
feasted//
renato
wednesday 16 march 2016
Gert Strydom, 16 march 2016
When the early the morning does begin
and you arise
my lady, the first doves do happy sing,
while the dew lies
on your garden’s most pretty flower cups
and in your eyes
with greatest joy golden the sun does shine
and forever I want you to be mine.
Satish Verma, 16 march 2016
When the very soul dies,
death does not need a label,
living with death becomes a ritual.
Craving for the kiss of time,
under the shadows of moments,
you are not you in the expanse of false pretentions.
I will be watching myself.
Questioning the validity of dying without the sun
night will not forget.
It pours the suffering, anguish and hurt.
The duality of black and white,
drives you to despair.
Poem was alive,
when it was not written.
Core of your being,
trembles on the name of limbs atrophied.
You were too close to the destiny,
which was always on the wrong side.
For the sake of innocence,
your truth remained crippled,
your bronze god weeping.
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 march 2016
birdseeds on the grass
when cardinals fly away
when sparrows begin to leave
the red cardinals
the chirping sparrows scatter
dusk is almost here
renato
tuesday 15 march 2016
Gert Strydom, 15 march 2016
Your beauty astonishes me constantly
when humility
does surround my whole life, shadows do fall,
with nobleness
you do become far more than just my princess,
oblivion
falls over the past when we do laugh together,
when I do yearn for each kiss from you.
Satish Verma, 15 march 2016
Fear overtakes the desire to happiness,
death is an accident:
it will happen for lesser reasons.
The meaning inside the meaning.
Delay in perception was
due to, surge between despair,
and hope, between touch and go.
A transparency in truth,
is always rejected for sorrow.
Center of life was sweet.
Needs courage to go for,
a conscious death of a script.
Your existence shudders amidst,
the roar of pretentions.
I adore the bloodless coup.
The solitude becomes my timeless strength of morality
of enormous silence.
Mind suffers a smouldering fire.
The longing for the other side,
of the man’s destiny and will.
To choose was not the will for abandonment.
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 march 2016
bits and pieces
i see
your smile on the
face of a stranger who
greets me in peace with a handshake
at mass
you rushed
by the end of
the lane between the stands
at the store/ i followed to find
it was
not you/
the voice on the
phone sounded so like you
until the caller said her name
not yours/
i see
i hear i feel
scattered bits and pieces
of you around me now that you
are gone//
renato
monday 14 march 2016
Gert Strydom, 14 march 2016
When I hold you tight
then I feel the depth of your trust
and I am aware of your heartbeat
as if every moment holds something deeper.
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