Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 october 2014

INFERNO

Speaking of our troubled times,
Incenced, enraged,
the crowd seeks revenge.
Reason drowned,
Unthruths pitted against individual.

My heart bleeds, beneath this monstrosity,
point-blank you ask the question.
Give me a chance to recover
I am deeply perturbed today.

Mist is settling on hills.
Cannot see the world through the vision of sunless god,
and I am going to walk under a cloud.

Ruthlessly the dust moves on
covers the faces.
Normalcy is out of town.
People float like corpses.

Toothache hurts. Caries are very deep.
Pray that it stops. I cannot chew the words.


Satish Verma


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 october 2014

AN AGONISED PRAYER

Death was prowling
from funeral to funeral.
No shadow will be spared today.

I am not ready yet for the final curtain.
Bullets have left some clocks
ticking in the pockets of time.

I shall call the leader
who is hiding behind the scriptures.

Don’t choose the destiny.
Don’t commit the date.
Anguish itself will find the path.

What was wrong with the earth?
It has stopped moving,
the stars are drifting away.
Another explosion in the sun?

I don’t know.
This world is heavy with pain.
Rivers are flooded with blood and tears
and I am roaming in the jungle of lies.


Are you listening?


Satish Verma


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 october 2014

SHAMBHOOK...*

Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers
I loved the reason.
My legs were shaky when I was treading
on the barbs
getting ready for a leap in the unknown.

Somebody said myth was a whore.
It turns the men into sheep.
Tomorrow a person will become a chair
and belief will start a religion.

Superhuman entity is needed
to define the grief
It is not loss of tongue.

The woman takes to hauling
the virgin coal.
A green fire is to be kindled
to show the moon,
the pond is ready for the sacred bath.


* An important character in the Ramayana who was poisoned by Lord Rama only because he was reading the Vedas.


Satish Verma


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 october 2014

To be a explorer

No other man
can ever feel,
like I do feel about you
 
and the things between us
is so special and unique
that nowhere else it is just like this.
 
If not I would have known,
would have heard somewhere
or someone would have told me
 
how it is to be an explorer,
would have told precisely how it feels
to have new experiences constantly
 
with a new coast laying
to starboard and how it is
to experience new adventures all of the time,
 
to experience the swelling breaking sea
that tears at life and brings changes
and how it is to discover a new unknown continent
 
and the things that are between you and me
causes me to constantly
want to sail through your waters
 
to the harbour where I can hide
against the storms,
and I want to spend a lifetime with you
 
when the sea rushes storm-strong
and the waves are crushing down
and also when the water lays mirror smooth and calm.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 17 october 2014

Throughout my life I am trying to know God

Throughout my life I am trying to know God
do notice His handiwork in nature,
in the events happening in my life
that could not just be destiny
 
but my own powerlessness against the darkness,
and the presence of the evil
that strikes continually is almost overwhelming
and the world is full of pain and fear
 
and here I come to the realization
that I am only mortal and human
while people elevate themselves like gods,
are caught in the spirit of the time, the zeitgeist
 
and even when my honourable ideals come to nothing
the love of my God remains selfless.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 october 2014

MUM IS THE WORD...

When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating. A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.

It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.

Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.

The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.

Satish Verma 


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 16 october 2014

Poem: Down in the Valley

Though I find myself walking,
through this dark period of life,
I will not fear the enemy about,
for my Lord and His Word speaks
to my inner man, removing doubts

that seek to haunt my spirit.
I’m comforted and content today,
knowing His divine righteousness
consumes my wearied existence;
therefore, I will firmly confess

my adoration of Christ, my King.
He lovingly accompanies my journey,
as I traverse the green pastures
laid before me; He anoints my life
as I divinely seek to grow and mature

under His sacred, Biblical precepts.
His ways and standard are set high,
so that… I’m continually dependent
on Him for all aspects of my life.
To His reign, I’ve given my consent.

The eternal promises, of His supply
to meet my earthly needs, are true.
In Him alone, I have placed my trust!
Going forward, I rejoice from knowing…
that His ways are righteous and just!
 
 
 
Author Notes
 
Loosely based on:
Psa 23,118:137,145:17-18; Isa 55:8-9; 1 John 1:9

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
 
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014

There are rooms of the heart

There are rooms of the heart
that is closed to others,
places that no other human ever see
and at times that darkness is overwhelming
in our internal journeys
where we mask our vulnerability
from the whole world
 
until another individual comes
who we do love more than our self
and the uncovering and revelation
begins systematically bit by bit
and a person believes like a child
that trusts implacable
in hope, love and the illusion
that the world
can be a bit better
without despair or any fear.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014

The sea is calm

The sea is calm
and the tide is low tonight,
I can see no moon
and the sieving rain
is even blotting out the stars.
 
Somewhere out there
I hear a ship’s horn blowing in the fog
that rises from the cold deep,
next to me you lie asleep
and I wonder how our love keeps growing,
exactly what causes us to love more and more
and love to be between us like a living thing.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014

When death’s fingers do me touch

When death’s fingers do me touch
do not let a preacher come
to pray for me.
 
I will walk alone with my God
who stands free from men
to meet Him face to face.
 
Do not let a doctor come
to take away the pain
or give a strain of tears
 
let me be to experience
the blazing sun setting in the west,
to see the moon rising in the night sky
 
let I live life and follow the course
that destiny design
and still make your love mine.


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