Gert Strydom, 17 april 2013
When love is not enough
to bring happiness
and people are finding greater value
in each material thing
then a kind of monstrosity hides
that alienates them from each other
which estranges there humanity
bit by tiny bit.
ratnakar d mandlik, 17 april 2013
The omnipresence of ocean felt at Ganapatipule
The aggression on tides on shore for confluence
Of the sea, ordained by the Almighty, with the soil
Imprints on our soul,oh lord, a sublime influence.
The greyish silky sand with minute granules
Spread on the beach in too thick layers
Housing prawns, crabs n what not in their holes
Shining in sunlight as an expanse of silver.
Life long penance of palm trees on the slopes
Alongwith mango trees guarding the beach
Are also spectators and they set-up the pitch
For galloping tides, in pledging to elope.
Chirping of the birds sets in the dawn
Melody of nightingale reminds night bygone.
The mist shields for a while the vast expanse
Of sea water which may be longing in a trance.
Enticing however is the roaring of the surfs
And the glittering tides in rays of infant sun.
Celestial is the melody produced by the collusion
With rocky shores by thundering surfs.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
Gert Strydom, 17 april 2013
When I miss you continually, are longing through the nights,
then it’s as if you are near with your soft cheek
and I think about how you bath, pray, are busy with poems
but there is some grief in the song of the doves
that continually sounds up out of the stripped tree
when outside stars shine blue-white in rows;
our love, your humanity keeps surrounding me
and I am constantly thinking and thinking about you.
Gert Strydom, 17 april 2013
We want to love and exist without pain
and dwell without fear
in everything that is dear
and the things that could be love
and in this way we really learn
to heal each other
that love is unique, different from everything else
and we do find depth in our commitments.
Insatiable Sohail, 17 april 2013
Everyday
I ask myself
What’ll I’ve to do to be a true man ?
I ask myself
Why my life is for ?
Is it for wasting in a world full of war ?
I don’t understand
When somebody needs somebody
Why don’t we give a helping hand ?
Why don’t we possess a tender heart ?
Why can’t we feel the feelings of others ?
Why do we kill others when we can’t assure them help ?
Why, why we’re all the same ?
Why do we always pass the blame ?
Why, why does it never end ?
Is there something we’ve missed ?
Why we can’t just be friends ?
Why,why ?
Satish Verma, 17 april 2013
The battlelines were drawn.
While drinking the sun
set myself ablaze
A hooded dilemma
of his kindness
starts boiling in chaotic dissonance.
A backlash stops a self-search.
Who am I and why do I belong
in the spinning of descent.
There were flames in every home
and biting dust of the moon.
Where the man will go.
The birth’s print and death’s answer
had the bidding game.
I was standing in the middle.
Satish Verma
cauchy3, 17 april 2013
In default of,….
Stern reprimands are uncles to say for china mouths.
China would being force to say uncles and then fall.
In default of laws are china tyrants’ hearts.
Entire ways in depth are china loves with stunts. They are nasty nice.
Going into details all are china hegemony ways.
Only hopes for crossing hearts are yes and agree to officers’ careerism also kowtow well to typical tyranny.
Strain related are moods that got going into tyrants putting traps. China now may need to damn.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
Milena Sušnik Falle, 16 april 2013
Nad obličjem gora čemi –
prosojno škrlaten slap,
v razkošju zamolklega zlata
vijugasto pahlja nebo,
soj osuplosti medi postlan večer;
obred veličastja narave
na oknih prežema
pozno cvetoče nageljne -
vzdušje privajeno otožno,
preveto s svetlobo izgorevanja,
pokončnost ur upogiba v temine.
V meni šumi tišina,
ne ohladi žalosti.
Mirno nesrečna,
zibam izgubo obritega dneva -
pestujem težo skrbi;
tipaje za bliščem z očmi
odmikam postane slasti,
ki so me pajčevinasto potrle,
da razdvojena
ne padem na tla,
kakor drevo s sonca presajeno,
ko mu ranijo korenine.
Ožarjen poljub večera -
krasi nebesni kolaž,
odmika podane obrise
in zgane postanek noči;
mehkoba perjanice svoda
valove togih misli upočasni…
toliko tega sloni v meni -
okroglost bežanja moje mladosti,
davno obnošene - nikoli izživete,
polnost hrama stresa – od nečesa…
stisnjeno v življenjski čas,
mojih prvih las - srebrne sivine.
GEBETTETER ABEND
Über dem Antlitz der Berge kauert er –
ein transparent purpurner Wasserfall,
in der Fülle matt schimmernden Goldes
fächelt er schlangenförmig den Himmel,
ein Anflug von Verblüffung seiht den gebetteten Abend;
das Ritual der Herrlichkeit der Natur
erfüllt die späten Nelken
an den Fenstern –
eine Stimmung gewohnt wehmütig
durchdrungen vom Licht des Verbrennens,
beugt die aufrechte Haltung der Stunden ins Dunkel.
In mir rauscht Stille,
sie kühlt nicht die Trauer.
In ruhigem Unglück
wiege ich den Verlust des geschorenen Tages –
wiege ich die Last der Sorgen;
taste mit den Augen nach Glanz
beiseite schiebend die abgestandenen Genüsse,
die mich wie Spinnweben niedergedrückt halten,
damit ich gespalten
nicht zu Boden stürze
wie ein von der Sonne verpflanzter Baum,
dem seine Wurzeln verwundet sind.
Ein brennender Abendkuss
schmückt die himmlische Collage,
verrückt die gegebenen Konturen
und faltet das Verweilen der Nacht;
Weichheit von Federwolken am Himmelsbogen
bremst die Wogen ungelenker Gedanken …
so viel von dem ruht in mir –
die flüchtige Rundheit meiner längst
abgetragenen – nie ausgelebten Jugend,
der volle Tempel des Stresses – von etwas …
in die Lebenszeit gezwängt,
meiner ersten Haare – Silbergrau.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
Alex Perez, 16 april 2013
Ever since I stepped out the pen,
I nose dived back in that reality again.
So it’s easy to see why I relax the mind with paper and pen,
I guess it’s the therapeutic strokes I make on these empty pages as I exhale the stress in the wind.
They say life is a ride and we should try to enjoy it… “but” right now I’m at the point where I just wanna pause it,
I can’t afford to play the game until I remove the skeletons from my closet.
Real recognize real… because I can see a lot of soldiers fight thru the struggle… problem is… no one takes the time to fit the pieces to their own puzzle.
“As for me“… I just wanna make mama proud enough to smile like she did in those days she use to cuddle me,
That’s why I’m revising my life strategies and taking life with more subtlety.
I can’t afford to lose… I can’t afford to cruise… thru life without realizing; I got a shorter fuse.
From the dirt to the mud,
From the drank… to the bud,
Somewhere in between… I almost drowned in the flood.
But I survived; and luckily I can keep moving forward again, and that’s why I thank god for the love of expression… just so I can keep from holding it in.
Alex Perez 2013
Gert Strydom, 16 april 2013
Its early spring and I hear the sun-beetles telling about summer
there are frogs croaking, crickets that shrill continually outside
and golden yellow the moon rises and changes everything to a magic land
but the still the chill of winter does torture me when it comes.
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