Gert Strydom, 8 october 2015
There is something to summer nights
that makes me think of you
and I am expecting something special
when my heart gambols wildly
and away in my hidden thoughts
your love did penetrate deeply
but sometimes like now
there is pain in the remembering
of how things can go wrong
but still your image keeps unfolding
and how much you are able to hurt me
is maybe something for another time
as love does forgive and does change the recollections
so that a person does just brush things aside
while constantly I do hope and trust
and always do see you with new eyes.
Satish Verma, 8 october 2015
Offspring were preoccupied in their spiral career,
you feel sorry. You don’t get the sleep,
core-feelings flee from
the windows of an ailing house.
A cloud softens again in the eyes.
Wronged truth has created
an aparthied in ranks of candles.
Inner pain gropes towards
the spot between eyes.
You survive by the
whispers of absolute bliss.
Looking becomes a sequential text.
The self divides the darkness into hot flames.
Outpouring the anguish, the frailities.
At dawn the blackness
of dripping night fades.
The earth wins the moral nothingness,
beyond the regrets of inspired sermons.
The psyche is rooted
deep in the mud, topless
dust spreading the
message of preferred truce.
Gert Strydom, 7 october 2015
From sunrise rays cast their spell
on grass, flowers, bushes and trees
causing nature to bloom
and from dust and rain
nature is drawing its power
and breathing out the scent of spring.
All over birds are singing,
flying up and down
and butterflies, bees,
hornets and grasshoppers
are gliding, flying, buzzing
through the air
and the joy of spring is everywhere.
Gert Strydom, 7 october 2015
You are the four walls of the house that does cover me,
that brings a cool shade against the destroying sun,
the place where in the cutting winter
I am hot and cosy
and when the stormy winds do bellow
when rain, hail and thunder do pour down
you are the one
to who I declare my heart,
the one that knows
the depths of my soul
as if my thoughts
are your own.
Satish Verma, 7 october 2015
It was the centre of inferno,
where we met -
the chaste tree was burning.
Beyond the time,
we opened up our memories,
churning our minds.
That was without
space & measurements.
I am again turning deaf.
The stillness had a vocabulary,
and the words hummed a silence.
I emptied all my rooms,
came out to listen to otherness.
How thin was the happening,
the thoughts drifted out,
visibility became poor
and ending of pain came soon.
Pure tearless eyes,
became loyal to truth
which eluded the prayers.
I did’t want to hurt the lights
or myths would glorify the herd.
When the sun becomes cloudless,
I will come for D-day.
Satish Verma, 6 october 2015
We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared
like a mad sea.
Keeping a night vigil didn’t help,
we felt protected in blazing sun,
quality of answers were deteriorating,
the truth existed,
beyond our beliefs.
In non-aligned manners
we disengaged from pain.
It had become a habit,
to walk in swamps
instead of asphalt road,
which was leading to peace.
We watched the rise,
and fall of attitudes together.
Language failed to find an asylum.
Ataxia of windows,
cannot barricade the light,
the fruits fall like dreams,
on hard ground, to crack open,
and disperse the seeds.
When you start the
voyage to distant realities,
your days are over.
Gert Strydom, 6 october 2015
A time came that the minds of men did only evil breed
and only a small handful did God’s commandments heed
and the rebellious angel Lucifer was at his prime
while he inspired men to greater evil time after time
and God could use the elements, or lightning, fire or rain
to turn men back to Him again
could catapult fiery stones of hail,
slingshot lightning bolts that would not fail
but He never did force anyone,
did from their heart any wish remove
and suddenly all righteous men but almost one
who did trust, did believe and did love
was from the great world gone
while the evil dragon, serpent, snake
led most men to in the vilest things to partake
to have religious orgies, to sacrifice their children
to honor him and above all God to forsake
when in the hearts of men rebellion,
murder and every animal urge was awake
when their hands were with blood vermilion
and they burned to possess and with force to take
the livelihood from those who stayed to God true and good
and even their very last bit of food.
From reptiles they built war machine upon war machine
and nothing was as it had been
while they exalted themselves to living gods
and they became more evil than through eon’s holy angels had seen
and day and night
the deeds, the acts the words of men upon the earth
was in God’s sight
and He was sorry that He granted them birth
while every vile and evil thing was right in His face
across the barriers, the vast abyss of space
and God instructed his servant Noah to build an ark,
to in a great time of trouble during a deluge to embark
on sailing with the reverent few on waters as high
as the highest peaks that were almost touching the sky
and at the right time into that great ark’s hold
all kinds of wild animals by their own volition came
while the mystery of God’s protection and love did unfold
and thunderbolts did put the world aflame
while the molten fire beneath the earth
blasted into the sky from its girth,
and cities, buildings, mountains where turned around
while in huge earthquakes everything went underground
and from the sky poured floods of rain
while from the vaults of the earth some more water flowed
while huge waves lashed at the ark’s hold again and again
and the sky that was thunder lashed as if aflame glowed
while Noah prayed and prayed with his mortal hands at the wheel
of that great jumping, shuddering, swaying ship
with its almost indestructible ironwood keel
at times dead animals, the bodies of men past would slip
and for forty days and nights the sky the whole world was dim
while he was glad that God and His angels were protecting him
while all of the elements did roar as if God Himself was at war
and cleaning the entire world from what it had been before.
As a tremendous tide of water did all evil men devour,
and the elements did angrily rage
even Lucifer feared that it was his last hour
and the end of the rebellious war that he did wage
but God did His promises to Noah keep
and saved him and his family from the eternal deep.
II Fire from the sky on Sodom and Gomorra
They were proud of their most evil deeds
while things like rape in their hearts did leave small seeds
and the rainbow that did come again and again
promised that God will not destroy with a deluge or rain
and when holy angels as men came to the city’s gate
the sons and men could not wait
on the holy ones to use sodomy, to rape
and they cornered them with no escape.
Although they were struck with blindness
they did remain evil and were almost mindless
while with anger they did roar,
did become more wicked than before
and laughed while they did
the wrath of God implore
and did provoke and challenge Him,
until the light of day did go dim
and far away Abraham did pray
for God’s omnipotent hand to stay
but inSodomand Gomorra
the people did continually their wicked games play
whileLotwas but a pariah
and the people did the vilest things night and day
and from the sky God did his fire and brimstone pour
as a tide of fire that did evil men devour,
with a brightness that was like a falling sun
and even Lucifer feared that it was his last hour
whenLotand his daughters were left alone
while two large cities was turned to molten stone
and in great haste awayLotfled
while the most wicked people were gone
and still the sins of man goes on and on
till the dawning of the sun on the last horizon.
Gert Strydom, 5 october 2015
We wait for something
on the other side of tomorrow,
as if something special
is waiting on us in the new morning,
as if it is destined to be
the greatest day of all days
and yet today holds its promises,
holds the joys and delights
that at times is happening
and sometimes also the suffering and pain
that does shape us for the future
and sometimes being alive and truly living
is present in only one unforgettable moment in time.
Satish Verma, 5 october 2015
The crisis,
a distinctive nothing,
swaps the dignity with blood.
The world hogs around
your palatial words.
The throb drips from your temples.
Hate or love it,
the barren prelude looms large.
I am going for a drift.
It comes back again
and again the debris of dream
of circling wolves.
The crisp moon outlines the contours of hills.
I fight with a stiff translation
of a truth. Deep rituals will always hound.
I escape from my body,
unfreeze my ego.
The stars did not help.
The space widened between doors.
Illusions outlined the
shadows of dead years.
Must we praise the seeping
poision in our bones?
No God had been spared,
the spring was mauled
by prowling summer.
Satish Verma, 4 october 2015
Till the end story
hope was not visible
to others.
Lie neutral truth
and road side innocence
died under the sun.
End in view was shifting
from error to error.
Statements squeezed between departures.
Steaming cup of patience
dazzled the penniless.
I was sick of hypocrisy.
At the end of my forest
dawn of my child
was peeling a rainbow.
Pedlars of worn out boats
were standing at the shores.
Two little feet were crossing the sea.
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