Gert Strydom, 7 november 2013
Right through the night you did lie in my arms,
we both did cherish each other,
did not say a single word
and we were like the prince and Snow-white.
Darkness folded like a blanket over us,
at times you held on to me softly
and we watched the bright moon
until the starlight faded with the morning,
the silence had meaning
and nobody bothered us
while the bright sun peeped through the window,
and doves cooed in the great old oak tree.
Gert Strydom, 7 november 2013
In the distance the thunder rumbles,
the smell of rain falling on the earth
is in the air
and suddenly there is silence
that is only broken by a croaking frog
when softly your hand rests on my shoulder
and like always
there is magic in your touch.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2013
There are times that I do know that you are wonderful, my wife,
where you do treat me as your very own
and in your heart there is passion and more than compassion
when you tell me all of your secrets,
where at times as if lost we cling to moments,
finding something deeper in each experience
and there is something more than just a kind of knowledge
that with and without us life does continue
when we do find meaning in the smallest things
and what binds us is much more than just a ring
when you make the entire world beautiful to me
and sometimes I then feel like a child
when I experience life in a new way
the more I am involved with you.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2013
I am but a normal kind of guy
but there are times that I do cling to love
as if it’s going to disappear trackless
between you and me
and sometimes like everyone I do hide behind a mask,
at times I want to disguise the pain
and believe that everything is alright
as you has become part of me,
you are intertwined into my own humanity
and in you I do drown.
I miss you every day when you leave
and wait on you to return
as it’s as if part of me
is gone to another place.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2013
Robbing the silence of heights
to undo the whole sky, you lean on
an enigma to become reverential,
elevated by an absurd system;
I was still pursuing fidelity
in the rubble of meaningless life;
not faith, but certain urge to follow
the doorway to unknown, something to be done
for the hungry child’s scream,
the truth that was not there, nor with the
inclined gods of tomorrow. Then where
shall we meet in the grazing bones
of new born human culture?
The instant music of death wish lingers on a moon
and then flies away in a kiss.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2013
If words could
they would have conveyed my meaning
as my love does glitter like the sun
but between us it did become silent
and now I am short of the right words
and sometimes when we are together I still do feel alone
as if not even my eyes, my mouth can pervade
and bring the right message to you:
that to me you are precious
and that I do love you endlessly.
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2013
Time came to a halt
and hanged like the watches of Salvidor Dali
while you were part of me,
when two people did become one,
were scouting each other’s bodies
and lips and fingers
did flutter and dance like butterflies.
Satish Verma, 5 november 2013
On the blue icicles
you were colliding with orbiting electrons
naked legs on rocking chair
were expecting the visual words to spook
for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyong borders
my eyes are damp, I know the bottom
was echoing after the shipwreck nevertheless,
archives were swimming in muddy water.
Can you defeat the throb of pain?
The fake drunkenness of bailouts, it was
still not happening - the whiteness of dawn, only
gray clouds over the peaks, speckled with
orange blooms, the shadows of red blood,
a million despairs of avenging marriages
of voices in dark sea.
Satish Verma
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 november 2013
She kept awake
whole night long,
her eyelids
refused to bow
and a thought
whirled
round and round.
Seconds, minutes
and hours gone,
slumber stood
at the threshold,
the moon sailed
through the sky
reflecting light
all around
but her thought
recurred
round and round.
She felt miserable
and it seemed as if
huge black curtains
were forcefully
pulled before her,
blocking her vision
of radiant light,
leaving her
farthest behind,
leaving her
all alone,
all by herself.
[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in November 2013 issue]
Gert Strydom, 4 november 2013
I tried to perform magic with words
but I could not find the right ones
and somewhere along the way
I had almost lost my faith in our love
but still I remained true
while the thunders did roar about me
and I feel as if the darkness
was about to devour me
and still I did care,
kept faith in all of the tomorrows
that still has got to come
and maybe I took everything too seriously,
as if our love was a solution to everything
and now I do wonder
if you do still believe
that everything will come right
when with empty hands,
with only words and love
I stand before you?
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