Satish Verma, 25 february 2016
It was always painful to remember the suicide
of a painter,
who was drawing the landscape
of hunger.
Polishing his art of pretention.
The time whistled past his window
without punctuation.
The terrain was tough, deepened by
requiem, the tears dried up
on the cheeks of chastity.
Script without drum and hue
of glowing eyes,
cracked lips
of us and our instruments of tragedy.
Satish Verma, 24 february 2016
Words were unable to explain
the darkness of unholy marriage,
of terror with chrysanthemum.
And bullet did not know the target
it flew on command to kill the smell of a man.
My song now hangs like a dirty laundry
on the wall of peace.
Death of green eyes, must come in few days.
The lamps will mourn for the light.
I wonder sometimes, when time comes
How I will kiss the death
And how death will embrace me.
Satish Verma, 21 february 2016
There were two shades of truth.
All the facts were true
and all the facts were wrong.
Reality was always drowning in a shapeless pit,
confusion reigned between two statements, because
import was nil and walking
amidst ruins was painful.
Worthless conflicts hover in the night.
Exchanging the dialogues with death start in vain.
I go back to my fire and burn my thoughts.
The world around me is adjourned,
sine die for the sake of peace.
I became what I am.
You wait for a whole life to tell the truth,
and then die for it.
My god was crazy.
He did’t ask me for a prayer because he was me,
and there lies the absolute.
For umpteen times I felt the need of,
resurrection from the dead lies.
Joe Breunig, 21 february 2016
The tangible presence of Jehovah,
is an overwhelming ease in my soul;
the wearisome cares of this World
slough off, reaffirming His control
over all of creation, time and space.
His sense of freedom from hardships,
constraints, embarrassments, pain,
and efforts dissipate as relationship
with Him, overpowers Life’s moments
in quick glimpses of divine intimacy.
The peace of Heaven calms my spirit,
whenever I give myself to Him and see
my identity, that’s found in Christ.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 124:8; John 1:12; Eph 1:5
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 21 february 2016
You were beaten and bruised,
for the sinful likes of me;
three nails pierced Your flesh,
as You were hung… at Calvary.
An unthinkable act of Love
was cruelly executed for me;
for You took the punishment,
that had been… meant for me!
With forgiveness on Your breath,
You requested a pardon for those,
who carried out judgment on You,
as a death sentence was imposed.
A spear was thrust in Your side,
as Your demise was underscored;
when it was mundanely removed,
both blood and water had poured.
[chorus]
On The Cross of Calvary,
Love was brokenhearted;
Salvation was paid in full;
Grace’s flow was started.
[bridge]
We don’t fully understand,
God’s goodness towards us;
Sin’s debt was wiped out,
by the sacrifice of Jesus.
We adore Him, since Christ
had truly loved us first;
He bore the painful brunt
of payment for Sin’s curse.
Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Pet 2:24; Gal 3:10-14; 1 John 4:19
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Blueskipper, 20 february 2016
The first time I saw her my heart started pounding
She was waiting by the hall; I stopped breathing
Don't know what to say In my mind I was screaming
Who is this beautiful girl? I must be dreaming
The oppurtunities I try to make to try and talk to you
Asking for a band-aid and waiting at the canteen queue
I tried to speak, but my words outside they flew
Better luck next time boy someday you will break through
Like a sunflower always facing the sun
I sit around lunch waiting for the one
Eating slowly waiting for her to be done
Just glancing at her; oh I've already won
So I finally got her name from someone I know
Better send a friend request right now amigo
Will she accept it? I don't know maybe tomorrow
2 weeks passed by and you finally did; so I typed "Hello :)"
-C. Tagle
Satish Verma, 20 february 2016
It comes suddenly like a flash,
in some intimate moment,
conception of fear.
Like budgerigars, petrified on the wall,
the cat below, scratching, jumping.
I am done.
Questions of life and death, right & wrong,
the continuous chatter of psychological dying.
The dust goes into the eyes.
we start playing the game.
Melancholic clouds. Cannot look straight.
Disillusions drips. Depersonification starts,
On the parched skin.
Wrinkles dig deep to collect the tears.
The ending, before it starts.
Arguments are dragging the conscience.
Hunger and knowledge staring at each other,
Unabashedly, and dying shadows making a kill.
Some one stakes a claim,
on heritage of purity, pulling the strings.
Freedom to act bleeds the heart.
Satish Verma, 19 february 2016
Leaving the faint traces,
of some diluted thoughts
You empty yourself completely.
Poverty and shame without an arithmetic,
is the poetry of life.
Using the body instead of words.
Always needing currency,
to open the doors of clarity.
Naked without skin,
we survive on crumbs of charity.
Lending our organs to develop,
an order of mortality.
I refuse to taste the bitterness,
preserve my sanctity,
go for another version of god,
thinking, how to think.
For the inward freedom,
I forsake safety pins,
walking, bleeding on the jagged stones.
Pain of realization is deeper,
than the hurt.
Cry silently in the veins
pure resistance will not work now.
I will try the fiction path.
Gino, 18 february 2016
Element by element
the tiniest points
of all been, ruled by Unknown
— and Unknown knowing
just easily peace defines.
Dance of logical pieces
the atoms combined
pure energy, pure being
biting the Structure
giving a birth to new one.
My words are g r a p h e m e s
just nothing more than symbols...
meaning some p h o n e m e s
building my speech - element
by element. Elements.
Foolish wolves, non-souls
Vain cats, grey human hearts
Every piece as dead element
uniting living ivy
[...]
« Thou art a mechanical,
biologically artificial process.
Or a mechanical, biologically artificial process that combines everything which is ready for that orderly chaos and meaning a thing? »
« Why would anything be so complex and somewhat logical?
Is there any pride? Fun? Or maybe someone's waiting for an end?
Or is it endless?»
Satish Verma, 18 february 2016
We did not concede,
textured life was absurd
tried to struggle against misfortune; were thrown out.
To find a new definition,
of the restless syndrome,
without cause and ending,
the untouchable of the underworld,
were screaming terribly.
Conflict widens in the face of existence
the fall was inevitable.
Incessant goading on the spastic legs,
brought out the god of sorrows,
endurance was not the answer.
Danger was always lurking in the corner.
Strange sounds and frigthening,
sights are discernible
the tremors are felt in deep crevices.
You want to touch all the poles.
run away from giants,
smash the hypocrite;
and see your face in a dark mirror.
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