Satish Verma, 1 july 2013
beautiful girls
formless of criminal honesty
falling in love with endymion
a wave is furrowed on the forehead
of selene, envy or a genetic trigger
starts a nightmare
fading star heralds a
gray moon
leaves are falling
like my words
from your lips, are you beside
me in green silence
i was watching
the sun falling on the wings
of black birds
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 30 june 2013
When speed overtakes you, incision on
black marble crashes. Before the moonrise
your bygone sister falls in your arms
crying.
Babydeath had jumped from the second
floor to meet the earthquake of icy
forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide
wanted to know, who was to be blamed?
Wind is split on two counts.One was
the lazy sun and second were the clouds
in absence. An evil eye has a theme of
breeding resentment of withdrawl from a romantic hug.
Tossed in a deathbin, a snail tries to
climb on a hot wall of bonelight.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 29 june 2013
A silvery,
fluting cry of a sleepless moon
on the pillow of a twilight sleep:
an enigma I wanted to share
with a skylark.
From the disbelief rises a sulphur
cloud to thaw the ice on the tongue of a dawn.
First ray of sunlight starts flirting,
with a dew dropp on a wet rose.
It was not a poem but a thought
crossing a bridge into eternity,
for a sparkle in the pain of life,
a hymn to be recited without understanding
the meaning.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 28 june 2013
Its presence was here with a faint glow,
if it was a godly or demonic messenger
I did not know and to act I was quite slow
as on this earth I am only a passenger
and am alone as life goes on.
but the strange visiting envoy is now gone.
Gert Strydom, 28 june 2013
Sometimes dreams are awful and not nice
and beings that are not human or of man
linger wherever they can
and they bring fear when they do not entice
and fill our dreams with the most awful things
as they are present doing their evil throughout the night
and in the darkness I had struggled up to the daylight
saw a sinister being with black folded wings
while time and again I bid the devil back to hell
as I was frightened in my body’s fragile shell
Gert Strydom, 28 june 2013
Last night you had heard my screams
while my body did shiver and bent
all night long before the darkness was spent
and you did wonder about my horrid dreams
while in sleep I had not been alone
and over my face the dim moon did shone
and shivers run up and down my spine on the winter eve
while my heart did beat at a frightened pace
and more sinister did my dreams weave
while there was real worry all over your face.
Satish Verma, 28 june 2013
A very disconnecting creek where bodies
were found, presents a pictorial death in night,
which must be challenged, I say. Then I think without
thoughts; summer was ending and a pandemic
was at the door. The art of debating the image
sears the mind. Must act, think later: the gold
coins have been thrown in the market, the
frozen lens behind the slit eyes watch the cargo
unloading: the explosions come in spate. What
was it - greed or fear? We are running blindly,
the brides, the boys, the men. Of modern governance
a metaphysical meditation.
The strings pulled behind the curtain, game
starts. Award is gifted. The name dies.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where children are without any respect
and have got more rights than their parents.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the politicians
steal away a own culture, religion and the values
from the souls of children.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where primary school children
do love each other naked and intimate
in the bushes of the park.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where drug addiction
is the in thing
among children and their friends.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where foreign criminals
possess real estate, hijack cars
and stay and live at about any place.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where people see almost any other thing
to possess something divine
and think that they are equal to the Lord.
I am lost in another country
maybe on another planet
where the former system
totally declining
where now in the havoc people wander along
without any humanity in them.
Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013
It’s a place where people hide beyond high fences
with dogs patrolling up and down
and the hope that criminals
while break in somewhere else,
while hijackers aim their guns
at somebody else
and that they will take a car with force
from somebody else,
and that they will shoot to kill
somebody else,
with the wish that foreigners
will estrange somebody else from work,
that the government
will take the possessions
of somebody else.
Gert Strydom, 27 june 2013
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
where the government do not care about my interests
but are only following something primitive
and so the country continues in its decline
while people stream in from all over Africa.
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
while I am asking for salvation for myself and my nation,
and I am praying to you Lord God,
while the authorities bow down before ancestral spirits
and I am bringing our destiny to You that are omnipotent;
my language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa…
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