Satish Verma, 2 december 2014
you bring pink roses everyday
from nowhere
with an oblique smile,
some questions have remained unanswered
when I plunge in silence
you won’t stop talking
anger is its own failure
for breaking the door
where was the need for honour
killing of flesh
I will come out of the oblivion
once you pray for the retreat
time was running out for the sky
tornado has started moving
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014
At the starting of the Angola Civil war
during December 1975 a armoured car
of battle group X-Ray attacked the enemy
in the town of Lobito who did run away and flee
and the commander of the Eland-90 armoured car
got instructions to be part of the stopper group
on the enemy’s escape route
and stopped the armoured car
in the middle of the road
on top of a small hill
in the turret under position
when Unita joined in and looted the town
and a little 1200-Datsun approaching at full speed
and the crew commander jumped down
shouted at the breaking car not to proceed
and when it got to a halt told the occupants
(who consisted of three enemy officers and a Cuban)
calmly in Afrikaans to reverse
as the armoured car’s main weapon
cannot shoot at such a short distance
and took his position again
in the crew commander’s hatch
and the men were young and green,
exploding RPG-rockets had never been seen
and a swoosh sound was heard and a loud bang
that was so close that it made their ears sang
and Unita captain Johnny Cappella did shout:
“har pee gee” over and over again,
and unexpectedly it started to rain,
the people in the car realized there was no way out
and the little Datsun reversed and turned around,
caught speed spraying mud and lots of ground
but calmly the armoured car’s gunner took a HE 90 shot
and the little car exploded with a thunderous sound.
Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014
Breathless
you do leave me
under a pale blue sky.
With a glance of your eye
I do float without any gravity
and I wonder what does remain
of how we were before
as loving is
like this.
Satish Verma, 1 december 2014
there was a tree rose
piercing me and killing me, I thought
it was cheating on me after the sunset
when moon was walking alone
you know what is love
we think different things at the same time
but we are always alone, you do not think,
I think about my god, saying a prayer
to unknow him or keep him alive
he has a debt to pay me back because
I created him what cosmologist would
say was an accident
somebody comes with a strange version
I say, a transgender was also entitled
for his or hers right to love, may be
marrying a deity one day and have free sex
what were you saying about the bait, now
a hapless buffalo will be tied with a rope
put up on a rough terrain to invite the
lion to pounce and make a kill for the benefit of visitors
I am perplexed, do not want to talk,
will watch the moon again, sailing
silently across the blue starry sky
throwing the shadow of dew on my eyes.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014
My love,
no other women
has moved me like you do
and you bring possibilities
of what true love is supposed to be
and fuel my innermost passion
with feelings that are true
and real bliss is
like this.
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 december 2014
purr
you purr
in pleasure and
in need; in bed you do
it with aplomb; i need to ask:
are you pure hominid
or are you part
felid?
renato
sunday 30 november 2014
Satish Verma, 30 november 2014
talking of fire and passion
watch a scented pistil
guiding the asteroids, did you
hear the flawless silence
after the cuckoo’s call, an interruption,
a suspended pause, then a
high pitched cascading note, moon
is still hanging out on the western sky,
it is dawn
sun is coming out from the hazel bed
violence must cease
clouds are meditating
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 november 2014
It slides stealthily in you, the fear
shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said
the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing
sound across the black wall,
I hate you, I hate you. He was crying
and shouting. Why were you so good to
me, why did not you hit me? He started
throwing stones on jasmines –
and then hanged himself with a shoe
lace. Fingerprinting the DNA was inconclusive.
Senseless incarceration, a hidden paranoia,
a tormented soul arrested under the canopy.
Heights, yes heights were responsible for the
fall, for the hurt, for the pain. Could not
stay fearlessly for a long time. Perfection
was the watchword.
Death was the peace.
Satish Verma
Deep, 28 november 2014
The world comes together,
When I just want to meet her,
The love I have just gets sweeter,
Its so humongous, you may call me a cheater,
The hair in her eyes,
The glow of her smile,
the attention of her style,
makes me ask why,
She just calls me a friend,
Why not we go till the end,
Because my love will never cease,
I feel with her like a hot day's cold breeze,
I love her so,
Why does she tell me no,
The emptiness of the boat i row,
The water does not stop its flow,
Whatever she says make me feel low,
Because I lover her and will never let her go.
Satish Verma, 28 november 2014
Overnight I have turned
grey, stuck on the threshold
of a song
which does not cry
parting the mist
of the eyes.
Why should not,
the humming bird stop
becoming voiceless?
O bystander,
wakeup the moon
night will fall now glittering.
Satish Verma
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