Tinker Bell, 16 december 2014
Going deeper & deeper will make you find me
It's a journey you were keen to keep
Don't slow down as the lights are about to blow
After that it would be very hard for you to know
Just open the doors & let the time take control
See the life through the hole
Broken wings & lost toys
Silent wishes on the sky
In the end you might survive
With a simple memory of mine
Tinker Bell, 16 december 2014
Can't let the heart go the wrong way
Life's a path ,not eternal place to stay.
What's hidden, is what's conserved
It have reasons, reasons written before.
Change the ways & know the truth inside
Complete those unfinished lines with a smile.
No one might understand the changing signs
Say, it's a power of something deep inside.
Might never hear the voice that's inside
Have to take decision, the choice of life.
Something is said between the lines
Life's simple when truth is beside.
diane, 16 december 2014
In this earth that is full of worldliness
People are weak and deceive
By false prophesy and teachings
Heard from satan's successors.
Crimes explode like a bomb
Strikes at anytime
It kills hundred of lives
To avenge the bloodshed of their clan.
A child innocent stare
Moves in uncertain steps
Future verged on the impossible
Where she grope for her hopes in the darkplace.
Where is the safe place to live in?
Earth is abound with peril
Human acts like a brute animal
Stunned and paralized with terror.
Satish Verma, 16 december 2014
For little grains of truth,
listening to intuition
he disrobed – and walked into river
to die.
In the footsteps of silence
to eat bread of a moon
facing the onslaughts of life.
Death walks in stealthily,
pays the price of hunger
to the ruins of a fortress.
Gert Strydom, 16 december 2014
If I cannot find you
as the ray of sun
among the splendours
that this world holds
then they are nothing more
than just empty colour and form.
If you are not there to love
then life has lost its meaning
and the world has just become
an empty place
and everything in it
has lost the essence
that it truly holds
If your love does not exist
then living is in vain
and the world
just a place full of pain
without any consideration
belonging or care.
Gert Strydom, 16 december 2014
I had dreamt of you
living in a world
where skies are always blue
and you loved me
with a kind of sincerity
and we had much joy
as just a girl and a boy,
had a kind of innocence
while our thoughts
whirled up like incense.
Your smile radiated like the sun
while you loved my like your only one
and our companionship was sweet
while butterflies fluttered at our feet.
You kissed me with sheer bliss
and there was magic in this
but I had to go then
back to the world of men
as promises I had to keep
and I was devoid of further sleep.
Gert Strydom, 15 december 2014
With you
forever seems
a very short distance
and long gone are the lonely days
while some enchanting moments do abound
and you do spin my life around
changing it in some ways,
even my dreams
to you.
Gert Strydom, 15 december 2014
We are
like two flowers
growing wild among rocks
and the wind and sun come and go,
the wet rain falls and lightning does flash down,
all the seasons of life does pass
and although I do care
days do run on
and on
Satish Verma, 15 december 2014
And the lineage of existence
does not fade.
I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of
death, daily.
The pains were rising, in every word,
in every talk.
As part of nothingness, I was trying to find
happiness.
Put the shadows down, touch the questions
again.
The mentor wants blood, truth was in body,
small seeds of life.
Wrapped up, dry, cryptic, to suck at the
fears of birth.
You are becoming a tree, roots, branches, leaves
against a serial killer.
Satish Verma, 14 december 2014
This is it, I want to say.
An acid rain falling each evening
and you, reading a poem
surrounded by flame – attendants.
Nothing moves farther than activism.
Conversation centers around the flares
on the surface of an orange sun,
a big hole coming up in the ozone layer.
You are an ocean, needs penetration
of inquiry. Running a relay race in
a big cage to keep the torch
burning. Clouds in the sky
objecting to full moon, coming up,
nonchalantly. Landscape rips – off
the ideas from the thorn
in the heart.
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