Gert Strydom, 16 september 2015
When the lightning bolts of life
with blue-white sparks does flashing resound around me
then you are the silence that goes to my inner core
and when the winter does stretch out biting fingers
then you are the one who around a fireplace
do share moments in passion
and every morning you are the golden rays of the sun
that brings new meaning
to the darkness of my life,
who like the Cape’s winter rain
do soak to the depths of my soul
and in my pain
you are however the one
who is the centre point of it,
who knows where to lash out
the most terrible blows.
Gert Strydom, 15 september 2015
When your eyes glow like two suns
that shines above the dome of the sky,
that does penetrate me
with every glance from you
then there is something that goes right through my emotions
and even when I feel impulsive
its as if your eyes are always following me in my thoughts,
as if next to me you do experience everything,
as if our bond will last eternally
but more probable its because I do miss you
and cannot comprehend a life without you.
Satish Verma, 15 september 2015
When you try to find fire
in edifice of whispers,
you are badly singed,
the wronged truths demand scrutiny.
Fabulous smoke settles
on false statements.
The tunneled thoughts sway.
Epithets rise and plunge
in clefts of chastity,
remedying for sorrow and grief,
for death and pain.
Between us what has been left of truth?
Life had been a travelogue of designs,
inwardly we all are burned out.
I am frightened.
The probing must be painful,
conclusions will finally
dissect the superlatives.
Gloved hands will become visible,
which killed the innocent sparrows
in the galaxy of fame.
Gert Strydom, 14 september 2015
When you did come
the world had changed
and what was our home
with time was rearranged
but between us all was still the same
and even your face, your body and name.
Although for a time separate the world we did roam,
love was still of our feelings the sum
when you did come.
When you did come back to me
all of our promises and joy was full of sincerity
and about the heartaches I did not care anymore
as life did change and nothing was still the same
as it had been before
but our feelings and our love was still aflame
and for me more precious you had come to be
when you did come back to me.
Satish Verma, 14 september 2015
Why do you run away
from the primordial fear?
Of tight emptiness?
A shapeless entity of drifting psyche?
This was your home
where carcasses of cliches
hang from the doors of wisdom.
Unplanted seeds
of vacant connotations.
Inch by inch you were eating
your prophetic pauses
salt had become tasteless.
Counting the kisses of
moths on the screen
a candle burned furiously.
I never picked the colors of cloud, of rain, of blood.
What becomes of happening,
of being, of reaching?
The stones of truth are very sharp.
The roads were conspiring
insects collecting, under the surface.
Circling winds had
a heavy stench of death
but words were very intelligent.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2015
My fear becomes the courage
to pursue the truth,
the basic abandonement.
I must go after the dark
stepping on hot leads of pain.
Truth does not stalk,
it burns the fingers on your face
for a self-portrait.
Evidence of borders gives
the catastrophic miss
let us abolish the centre.
No body will now
measure the distance.
We will move at periphery
on a trajectory of truth
within the eternity
of larger boundary.
Why you live in future,
opposing today,
to put away the past?
That was my eternal question.
You felled a tree with a terrible bang.
My heart aches.
Water moves in sudden spurts
of nightmare. Sky weeps.
Satish Verma, 12 september 2015
This way it was
this way it happened
I could not run along the river.
Your face floats
like a skylamp.
Halfway rainbow was broken.
How did it happen?
I became transgenic
by the kiss of death.
This was my victory
I surrendered the cushion.
You sleep in my arms.
Again I will wander
in the graveyard
where my angel was sleeping.
This is my last letter
in the month November
Now the scent will be buried in snow.
Gert Strydom, 11 september 2015
He knows the precise wandering of stars,
of every planet in the universe,
have power and the insight to create
things from the nothingness
speaks of the beauty of love
and his whole life is filled
by personal sacrifice
and the virtue that He brings
that goes beyond human mysteries,
while He gives power to the weak,
talks about another kingdom
than that which the people
of his generation did seek,
but in Him everyone does see
the perfect love of a creator God,
of a sinless human being.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2015
Choice was washing the guilt
or keeping mind shut.
Microscopic deterioration
in the brain had set in.
The monologue of humility
was not relevant for the flame ritual.
They said the death was a dropp of wine.
Immoral alchemy had
broken the enormous myth.
The electrons went crazy,
they orbited like hungry eagles.
Truth was never the same.
Fading age wears new wrinkles,
black on black rose praises the air.
The return of grief, was very evident.
Eyes blinked endlessly,
I too lifted the pleated pain.
Enzyme of new creation
was worthless.
We were walking
into an epic, oscillating
between two centuries.
Joe Breunig, 10 september 2015
Transcending the barriers of language,
is a powerful word of… utmost praise;
it’s a personal shout of recognition,
that Jehovah most be honored this day!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Now hear the World, exclaim in unison.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
His majesty is the final conclusion,
that we’ll all reach at the Bema Seat.
Knees will bow and tongues will confess,
that Christ is the Lamb and our Lord;
under His reign and rule, all acquiesce
and attest with more shouts of praise.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
By the grace of His Spirit, we cry out:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Author Note
Inspired by:
Psa 146:1; Rom 1:20, 14:10-12;
2 Cor 5:10; Acts 17:29; Col 2:9 and
"The one word of praise that goes beyond all language barriers to make the whole world praise God with one voice in unison is 'Hallelujah!,' may we train our soul and command it to praise the Lord often in this universal earthly language that transcends time and space to reach heaven and reverberate in heaven to bring glory, honor and praise to our God and joy towards us from Him in response." —Abraham Israel
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