Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
or imagine
but to me
I is for immoral.
I have experienced people
deceiving each other
being depraved and dissolute
for advancement,
to make money
and just for the fun of it.
Acting as if there is no God
and without conscience
as if satisfaction to the self
is all that there is to life.
Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
On God’s holy day I went to church
and got a great sermon there
and there were strangers from everywhere
and I had been in company
with Him who knows everything
who sees my life for what it is
and peace, love and tranquillity
became my very own
Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
When water falls as streams
out of the air,
when thunder roars ominous
from the blue sky
the earth at times
are covered by clouds of fog
that blots out everything
and somewhere in this world
you and I are caught up
in our own small existence
while God folds His hand over His world
and constantly controls the weather
and it feels like an experiment
into which we are cornered
while a fierce struggle,
rages about the earth.
Satish Verma, 22 july 2013
Today,
small things ask some uncomfortable
questions. I enter the eye of a wound.
Unscathed, will i obey the law
of believing; the round mirror?
It reflects the absolute truth?
Consolations,
they begin the attack in the valley
of thoughts; words, were hung
over the paper, spill the ink
like blood on the street.
Who will lift the corpse?
Words on the wings;
let them drop
like stones, like knives. The flesh is raw,
bones white a century is going to sing.
Satish Verma
Devon McElveen, 21 july 2013
In this world full of hatred,
May we find a glimmer of peace?
This death, fear and anguish,
Will it ever truly cease?
As humans we wage war,
War that tears apart our nations.
And we wait for it to end,
Through misguided patience.
For centuries we have fought,
Fought against sisters and brothers.
Shedding blood, spreading hate
Killing one another.
But it seems we are growing,
Growing as a whole.
This peace that is dreamed of,
One day we shall fit this mold.
Satish Verma, 21 july 2013
You gave it
when you were poor.
Today I went to unwrap the gift.
The soul! Ripping out from the body
to deconstruct my vernacular pain.
Pulling off the toenails to extract a promise.
Feet first; the birth of a child to die sooner in the crib.
My brother, tell me, do you understand
my imperishable grief.
For a future's peace
sing my poem, sing ascendancy.
For laughing skulls in a killing field,
ideation will become a routine talk.
Give me a hand, brother,
am I insane?
Becoming teeth of wisdom was a crime?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 july 2013
hopscotch, retrieve a pebble
from the lake,
sitting under a tall tree
i will wait
for leaves to fall
on water;
i will see through my seeds
a relief of roses,
overnight
in the soccer field
tiny mushrooms
popped up, wearing white caps
to see the game-
turning the pages of a book
opens a museum,
i come on you
not accusative
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 19 july 2013
Jutri.
Kdo razočaran
ne čaka na jutri,
da se odlušči molk
iz potemnelih sten sočutja
med lok cvetoče nade.
Jutri.
Kdo napuščen
ne čaka na jutri,
da utre novo pot
med nedotaknjen obok zelenja
nezaznavnih senc.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Prozorni kristali jutra)
Swati, 19 july 2013
Vague log cabins speckle the yawning valley
against the rapture of majestic mountains.
Narrow pathway snakes up the range,
gooseberry shrubs colour the sides
of the stony trail that leaves me cold.
Squinting against the dead sun
chilly winds dampen my spirits
and leave my hair cold and white.
My Spine aches, am indecisive to tread;
maybe it's not wise to dare this trek.
A faction of monks trace the swirling path
gracing like a ball of red zarberas.
Serene faces marked by thousand lines
carry a spark to their praying eyes.
Crimson flutter reveals gleaming heads
on bare swaying shoulders;
oblivious to the dipping chill,
naked feet define a destination
As the file draws nearer,
eyes are blinded by crazy winds,
Stillness wraps numb feet
and mind freezes.
they walk past me
sacred energy overwhelms
as peace descends
and my heart feels an amazing warmth.
Gert Strydom, 19 july 2013
With a natural kind of subtle ease
aromatic your small bell-shaped flowers
bloom somewhere among the many trees,
quietly springing up after rain showers
you bring happiness and bliss through fate
with a unmistakeable sweet green scent
luring the nightingale to its mate
before your fragile flowering is spent
as if some angels down your steps descent.
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