maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
the air is full of deceit the mystery of lies hidden beneath
up above people are hooked on the mist of such poisonous hosing
that exist
shaken and sick the poison is thick gasping for air which is now limited
gas mask is missing no were in sight
struggling to crawl my way to safety I start to cry
the exit is finally near
reached the door and opened it what a surprise I got pushed back into
the poisonous air "NO" what'd I do to be hated
deceived and used like this;
Trying to stay awake I search for a lightened area
"Yes" finally splash of fresh air
All of a sudden there's a noise I jump whose there
someone grabbed my foot Leave me be another took my arm set me free
still one more from the mist so dark that even I couldn't resist
I shake my head I can't be drawn in
Yelling Someone Please Help me!!! I wiggled around to break free from restraint
one side released
I start wiggling even harder to set the other side free. Their grip on my arms and legs are becoming unbearable they call on others to jump in and grab me.
NO!! I scream fighting them off of me. I fall to the floor hurrying my way to a hiding space while they chase after me.
Yes I whisper I've finally got away sitting in a closed area trying to breathe low enough so they can't hear me. Contemplating my next move I prayed the God would guide me to a place where I would be safe.
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
I hear this word on a daily basis
What is the true meaning of it?
Is it the appearance of people who are willingly able to stand by your side, or is it the comforting nature of a person who’s looking for you to smile?
Can the true meaning be both of these definitions combined?
Or does the meaning come attached with the person who’s around?
This is a question that I've been pondering about.
There are so many definitions to the word friendship
I am looking for the true meaning of this word
It can’t be found in a dictionary which is updated every so often to fit a scholar’s perception.
The true meaning is deep rooted within the soul, and only you can know the true definition of friendship
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
The obvious reason that most men aren’t interested in her intellectually is why she feels so uneasy,
She’s not the one to dress provocative nor does she want to throw herself at them,
She’s more interested in learning new things the library is her best friend,
The one thing she wants the most is a man as her friend, but most of them are only interested in having intercourse instead,
She feels like a toy a Barbie doll being grabbed from the shelf,
She has no movement her body being maneuvered repositioned and played with until they get bored or tired,
They look at her as an emotionless device, easy to control yet she’s not the one giving up herself so freely,
She is constantly repeating herself to them with the statement “No! I’m not that type of female.”
Some respect her and leave and others try to take the control a step farther by using mental games,
She tries to confide in others for emotional support, but they look at her awkwardly and state, “your issue is not my problem” what else is there to do besides write out her emotions and stay to herself
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
The sun wakes up to begin the morning,
As he starts to rise from the atmosphere he Thinks about the schedule that’s been prepared for today,
He has a conversation with the clouds about what to expect,
The Trees butt in shaking its branches to what the clouds have to say,
The leaves run away, the sand being noisy waits to listen, but the water moves along ignoring the conversation
Instead the water relaxes singing a silent song in order to generate peace for the earths’ creatures.
Nightrayne, 22 april 2013
I can't keep up.
One moment we're falling in love
the next we're falling apart.
We're up
we're down
I'm losing my mind...
I see you now
the stranger you've become-
What happened, love?
Where did you go, the sweet little boy I used to know?
The one that stole my heart
long before I knew the price to pay.
Do you remember the pact we'd made?
I gave you my heart
and you gave me yours.
You promised we'd be OK
as long as we stayed close.
I'd always be yours
you'd always be mine
But somewhere along the way
as the years passed us by
I guess we fell apart...
The sweet little boy
that I had known
that stole my heart with a kiss and a rose
Oh so many years ago...
Where did you go, my love?
Gert Strydom, 22 april 2013
With tranquil and stretched-out grass fields
that are green after the early summer rain
with veldt that runs up to the edges of the far mountains
and lay as far as the eye can see
for almost immeasurable distances
I had seen the plain in my dream
where full of acacia trees it was wide,
was free under the bright blue
with a summer-sun burning fiercely in the cobalt sky
and thunder clouds building up dark on the hillocks
and everywhere there were game grazing undisturbed,
coots flew up every now and then
at a tributary near to a marsh
where women in the heat of day were washing clothes
and all kinds of wild animals lived in peace.
Hyenas cried and jackals laughed
when they greeted the moon
at the time when people became peaceful after a busy day
and a male lion roared as if beaconing off its territory
when beasts of prey everywhere came to life in the night
and away in the distance a few fires burnt joyfully
and the aromas of porridge and frying meat and the laughter
and songs of the people hanged on the wind
and bright stars with the Southern Cross prominent
filled the night sky
and for years everything was undisturbed
until the rifles of hunters did resound,
and the rattle of machines was unheard,
until modern civilization stepped in
when the gold and diamond mines came
and people declared the stretched out ground as their own property
and development went east, west, south and north
and nowhere there was a place of rest to be found
as in the vastness of nature
and in the concrete cities nature had faded to parks
and development just circled out further and further,
to buildings with walls of glass
as man sentenced himself continually
to the pursuit of work and money
and of the plain and its inhabitants nothing was left
than a mere legend that sometimes did surprise children
while people were continually searching for a greater meaning to life.
Gert Strydom, 22 april 2013
The sounds of cars, trucks, trains disappear
when the night comes dark and suddenly the moon shines.
Somewhere outside a dove calls to its mate
and amber lights wink one after the other
when I do wonder about what you are doing, are longing more
as to now I did know that I could.
Gert Strydom, 22 april 2013
when the summer sun shines down
from the unstained blue
and its hot rays shine in glory
without any clouds building up,
when the beauty of nature stretches
as if the summer will never pass
and let the autumn then draw its first lines.
Satish Verma, 22 april 2013
In downy pink I watch you go
my sun,
at night you will pluck moon flowers.
In half-moon eclipse
the morning glory will wake me up
in dew, alighting whole night
on the rose branch. I still smell
your lips. The head aches in
singing dark.
Welcome again, my ghosts of new year.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 april 2013
Empty hands were trying to collate
the fallout after the trigger moment
invited the unwelcome guest
wearing explosive vest.
It gives a push to throw away the paper
and I walk up to the ink for a
new chapter. The squinting sun was
not able to break the stoic silence of adoration.
A pervasive ambition spreads out
on the breads of poor dreams.
Pay no attention, pay no respect to the falling
patriach. Daughters of broken stars were rising.
Satish Verma
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