Wang Qian, 24 june 2013
I hear your crisp tears
Clambering up the throat cliff
While you are eating.
Why you are so queer,
Why you like to disappear,
Why you always fling yourself to
Be gone with the warm empty air?
I think you could pick up
All your dewy eyes
Then tell me some words,
Really who you are
It fairly puzzles.
A throbbing weeping night,
An umbrella you hold in hand tight,
Where you want to flee?
Or where you hunt to hide?
Catching the swimming tangle of steps,
I find you quivering abstract
In a mossy dripping corner.
Worried stuffs me with a numb anger.
'Could you let me know
If next time you want to wander? '
I utter.
Forcefully
Your face turns pale
Rains glue the eyes
Hands sweaty fingers unquiet
Blue lips blankly rhyme.
Maybe you are a little deer
That not very polite,
Maybe heavy cheers hang rarely
On your creamy cheeks.
You throw your secret high
Where no one can spy,
But show me a photo
Under the sleepy stony night.
The crawling colour on it is your mother,
White grace wrapped her
Breeze embraced a mild laughter.
Ebony hairs flying with the fragrant Spring,
Ivory hands freely combing the pregnant Green.
Tears
Ears
Clouds
Walls
Leaves
Petals
Caves
Shadows
W-A-T-C- H-I-N-G
Hand in hand.
It's a wordless night,
I meet many wordless eyes.
However at last I know,
Why you run so fast
As an arrow
Into the knitting broken rain,
Why your suspension points of wheaty smile
Were heaped up
On the firmly biting keen.
A murderer of the motherless nightmare
A prisoner of the nevermore lilac smell.
Silence is a big brassy chain
Banging the pebbles under foot
Again and again.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 june 2013
In the corner of her cheeks,
There was a sweet smile.
That reflected her heart’s contentment,
And displayed a horizon of happiness.
A bolt from the blue one day,
Crushed her innocent smile.
Concealed her enthusiasm,
And made her miserable.
Her cheeks now fail to show,
That charming exquisite smile.
Which could perhaps make,
The faint stars twinkle.
Brighten up myriad lamps,
Kindle hope in the heart of a forlorn.
[Published in ‘Buzzle’ on 20 June 2013]
George Krokos, 24 june 2013
If you don’t seem to have much worldly ambition
and yet your life to date has been one of transition
as you move along without any clear steadfast decision
it’s like drifting about with no interest in any position.
There are many people who’re in the same boat
it’s a wonder how on earth they’re able to float
as the currents of life steer them here and there
making them go through things difficult to bear.
To live each day as it comes along without any plans for the future
isn’t so bad if you can get by and not be caught being a moocher.
Life doesn’t have any favourites and can be one compromise after another
as it really depends so much on what we think and do towards each other.
It’s very hard to always keep on the right track and so easy to go astray
as we’re lured in many different directions during the course of the day.
Though the tendency of all life is to go forward and make some progression
we should maintain a balance with nature being mindful of any regression.
Without a healthy desire to occupy our time here life can be a real drag
and any effort put forward in that direction we turn into habit and brag.
If we’ve built relationships with certain people they often do turn sour
in this age the emphasis is on enjoyment experienced within the hour.
As we look back then over our life all those years
and there doesn’t appear to be very many cheers
that we can associate with any good worldly success
it’s because without any ambition there’s no progress.
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George Krokos, 24 june 2013
The eyes are said to be the windows of the soul and show one's inner health
being like twin pools of life radiating energy from a source of untold wealth.
However this has all to do with the condition of the individual's inner state,
where the light of consciousness is meant to shine through an opened gate.
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George Krokos, 24 june 2013
As long as the spirit of life is in the body and also the light of spirit is in the mind,
no one should lose hope as they embody the power within to enlighten their kind.
If we only knew how to permanently remove that darkness from within our head,
all the qualities of wisdom, truth, love and compassion will be found there instead.
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David de la Croes, 24 june 2013
Separating seas.
You have sailed to distant shores -
your dawn is my dusk.
George Krokos, 24 june 2013
To explore new territory one must move across or tread onto unfamiliar ground
and in all the area covered something new or different there is likely to be found.
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George Krokos, 24 june 2013
There’s good and bad wherever we may happen to go
and is a fact of life here in this world all should know.
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David de la Croes, 24 june 2013
A river implodes!
Mist from the smoke that thunders
suckles soft seedlings.
David de la Croes, 24 june 2013
When I found you
you were like a plant
trampled in the mud
of your tears.
I picked you up
and replanted you
in the garden
of my love.
And I let my sun
shine on you
and my rain
nourish you.
And I watched you heal
and grow, and flowered...
Now I cannot stop
looking at you -
you are the most
beautiful thing
I've ever seen.
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