Sujay Patekar, 6 june 2015
My life is nothing but a jumble of words,
Like a hunter boggled while aiming at a flock of birds.
A wrong letter can change the complete sense,
A right one can take me across the fence.
A harsh word can make one insult-felt,
A sugar-mellowed tongue can make one's heart melt.
A high tone can fetch me with eyebrows raised,
A sober pitch can end the talk embraced.
At the end of the day, I wanna part with a smile,
So I choose my words that will win hearts as I pass while.
Its not just words that are fake and hollow,
But are the emotions on lips coming from a heart that's not shallow.
-Sujay Patekar
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Sujay Patekar, 6 june 2015
Yes, I am a Warrior,
A Warrior of courage and hope.
Despair and fear are my adversaries,
And with destiny I have to cope.
I fight a battle as ruthless as them,
Who bravely make the enemies in their own blood sink.
Except, I don't wait for any orders to fire,
With gun as my pen & bullet as my ink.
I fight a war which began to never end,
In a place where you can run but never hide.
Only words to attack & words to defend,
The culprit who is our own dark side.
I write the cries, I write the laments,
I write the untold brutal tales.
When I rip off the veil of filthy lies,
Only the naked truth is what prevails.
Every malevolence is followed by guilt,
For strangling a million dreams.
I write those bruises given to the naive,
I bring to surface those buried screams.
I write of those who were shot to death,
Whose voices could never be heard.
That Father who was burnt before his son,
For the truth that he had uttered.
Every man is like another's reflection in water,
Just a few spoil it by the ripples.
Giving pain to the weak can give one a gait of a lion,
But deep-down inside he shamefully cripples.
For the muffled many in the here and the now,
I am a roar as I keep writing.
With gun as my pen & bullet as my ink,
I am a Warrior as I keep fighting...
-Sujay Patekar
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steve, 6 june 2015
If somehow there was more for us.. more than just a friend...
And I didn't have to hide it all.. from "whispers in the wind"
If somehow all the tears I've cried.. could wash away the pain...
And I could hold your hand in mine.. I wouldn't mind the rain,
If somehow I could change it all.. I'd make you love me too...
And it wouldn't be just in my dreams... I'm spending time with you,
If somehow you could see inside.. the person that I am...
It might be more than just a glance.. you might just "give a dam",
If somehow I could stop the pain.. this broken heart will feel...
Knowing you will never care.. and that I alway's will,
If somehow I could end it all.. I might just say goodbye...
I'm so damed tired of lonely.. and asking myself.. why.
sg
Joe Breunig, 5 june 2015
Unexpected trials experienced in Life,
reveal the paths of Faith in each day;
purification of your soul by holy fire
insures useless stubble is burned away.
When giving yourself completely to Him,
the unholiness of the World can be shed;
consume God’s Word vigorously and often,
so that Biblical ideals fill your head.
Without His Godly wisdom and knowledge,
spiritual battles are normally difficult;
learn from the former lessons of others
to reduce the trauma of personal tumult.
From being able to walk through the fire,
your faith can exponentially soar higher.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
1 Pet 4:12-13; Prov 4:6-7
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 5 june 2015
When the day at twilight dies
the night comes with a thousand eyes
as a glittering living thing.
Satish Verma, 5 june 2015
Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.
My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.
Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.
The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.
Gert Strydom, 4 june 2015
Sincere and true love
has the power to move
where no other things can
and it's presence nothing can remove.
Gert Strydom, 3 june 2015
People say that there is no God
and I find it quite odd
as out of His hand does come
all the great and small blessings.
Gert Strydom, 2 june 2015
I looked into the mother-night,
into the darkness that befalls us all,
hushed was the age-old gloom
where some stars were dim and others bright
and some were large and others small
while shadows were creeping abut the room
and there was no man-made unnatural light
just planets, stars and galaxies did the scene befall
and the night was in her prime, in her bloom.
Glimmering, glowing dots of blue, yellow and red was in my sight
and I wondered about the universe and what of it I could recall,
wondered if this world was destined for greatness or for doom
and while I did peer upon space without any feeling of fright
its expanse was like an unsurpassable wall
while in the distance sounded the shore’s thunder and boom.
Satish Verma, 2 june 2015
Simple light I assume, I needed
nothing more, nothing less:
as I felt tired under the battered shade of a
tamarind tree.
Sour sweet pulp, sticky and acidic
life had held me by throat;
and I sang like a blue bird
in a golden cage.
The voice in me was different
neither of a stricken lamb,
nor of a green childhood
but a roaring sea.
From the surface I was rising
in sun, before ship comes
with cargo of grief,
and sorrow and pain.
You know, I don’t think, I think.
Death is taking lease on my name.
in other world,
where my counterpart is fighting for virtue.
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