Satish Verma, 16 october 2014
You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger.
I was looking into your eyes,
something was amiss,
tears had become stones.
How long your breast was carrying
this despair?
You said it was a crime to hold the grief.
I was looking at the sky,
vultures have gone.
But pugmarks of hyenas are very distinct
around the house.
I am saving the chocolates for winter
kidnapping the heart.
You said it was an irony to sing
a heart-breaking song!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 october 2014
Inadequately the clouds covered the moon
the wind was soft and silky.
The death of shadow was not complete.
Stars had fled from groans of night.
In the still room poor sentences could not compete
with the innocence of emptiness
which was in throes of giving
birth to a new meaning.
Weeping flowers were weaving a song.
Memory, my pain, returns again and again
I would never go ever to my old house
just one for me, it gave me choking
sadness.
The wanderer me, moves again, to switch
the lights on. You are not watching me.
I don’t put claim on my words. They
came to me from dangerous mistakes.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2014
The soft brown earth lies under me,
with the cool blue sky as the canopy
in which birds fly swirling,
forever free.
Your works my God, is filled with beauty
and in the distance I see
the outline of the mountains
the sanctuary where I feel carefree
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2014
Outside there’s a brigade
of yellow umbrellas in the sun,
covering the white-brown beach
and on the bed you lay just out of reach,
sleeping with a innocence
that lies about our intimate acts
and on the wall I watch a line of small ants
running past on their own tracks
before you turn and reach out to me
and I feel your heart beating
while one of your breasts
are pressed against my face
and know that my goddess is awake
and just now we will shower together,
prepare for the day, have a great breakfast,
take some towels and make this summer
sun and sea our very own.
Satish Verma, 14 october 2014
Hired time felt that terminal import
was cloaked, and we were not ready
for the consolation.
Our conscience was giving a terrible blow
because world was not interested in knowing
why the man went outside of truth.
Who is deceiving whom? Closing the eye
while answering some question, you find
that shadows are not exiled.
Transparency of skull does not
betray the thoughts.
Clumsily you cover the swollen wounds
with a cap of innocence.
Eyes are searching for the snakes
I hold my rope and trap
It is flooding my ripe age!
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 13 october 2014
Come live with me, be a love to me
and I swear by God in the sky above
that I will be true to you
and we will wander out to sea
sit on the rocks, witness the how the waves
knocks, splash thundering
and only you and me
will hear the seagulls screech.
Come live with me, be a love to me
and I swear by God in the sky above
that I will be true to you.
Gert Strydom, 13 october 2014
While the year does skeleton,
hangs in this winter
there are sparrows, grey turacos
and doves catching my eyes
and from somewhere
a squadron of weavers suddenly do appear
that mob around
the seed that I had spread upon the lawn
like a hungry crowd out of the sky
and they sing exuberant
while they eat the treasure of food
and I know
that God does also just like this
stretch out His hand
with wonderful things that are in store for me.
Nipuni Shashirangani, 13 october 2014
The cooling breeze
Bring me the feeling of freshness
Carry away all my sorrows far away from me
Bring me the real beauty you see
Bring me
The evocation of morning sunlight
Calmness of the moon
Annoyance of the sun gleam
Peace of the moon light
Bring me
The pure beauty of a rose bud
Awake in the morning
The softness and tenderness
Roughness of a rock
Bring me
The buzz of the bees
Seeking honey
The tuneful tweet of the birds
Flying in the azure
Bring me
The attraction of the sunset
Quietness of the twilight
Glitter of stars
Twinkle in the sky
Bring me this real beauty
Everything you see
Carry away this loneliness
Far away from me
Nipuni Shashirangani, 13 october 2014
Many years later
When I returned
I was abandoned
Among the unseen faces before
When loneliness and isolation
Came to me
I walked to the past
Through the footprint of memories
I walked alone
Besides the by-ways
Remembering the joyful moments
Of our lives
My heart shouted
Saying their names
The names of my friends
Called upon them
But no one came to me
They had gone as the wind
Remained only memories in my mind
“The footprints from past”
Nipuni Shashirangani, 13 october 2014
The place where she is
Brighten with the moonlight
Dark shadows surrounded everywhere
At the place where she is
The place where she is
Calm and quiet
Loneliness and isolation governs
But many are there
Dried leaves scattered besides the way
The night wind draws the path
By sweep them all away
To seek the place where she is
The miserable sound of an owl
That only breaks her silence
Can hear far away
From the place where she is
Protectors stand everywhere
Carrying the memories of beloved ones
Faded flowers have fallen around
At the place where she is
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