Gert Strydom, 16 april 2013
Very young the summer sun rises,
changes the air from grey to blue
when flaming it licks over the horizon
and vivaciousness and hope waits in the new day
as if change will be coming just now
before it appears radiating at noon
and so we walked hand in hand
right through the whole day,
knew the glory of selfless love
as if it’s the first day of a new beginning.
Gert Strydom, 16 april 2013
Flaunting like a red spark, that flames up suddenly
and draws a fiery line
a red weaver hangs where it frolics twittering,
stretching out its wings
before once again it falls to the earth
and out of its mouth
it sings a song of glory unto God
which rises right through the noise of the city.
Insatiable Sohail, 15 april 2013
Everyone thinks of changing the world
Without the least thinking of changing thyself
Forgetting that they are the sole ingredients
That constitutes the society,the world.
Kick the superstitious conventional system of your society
Make a rebellion against it,and start it first from yourself.
As you,one of the ingredients, are the maker of society
And the torch-bearer of a new concept .
Purify your ideology to gain purity
Relieve it from confusion,hypocrisy, and machination.
To make the world a habitable habitation
For all of us and for the next generation.
So, you everyone change yourself first
Thinking it your first and foremost duty
To change the world in a postive way.
Consequently,the world will be a better place to live in.
Gert Strydom, 15 april 2013
I wonder if you know how much I do long for you
when the days and nights feel as if a dark cloud is hanging over us,
when winter becomes far too long and continually do linger,
when far too slowly life is taking its course.
Gert Strydom, 15 april 2013
Last night when our hands touched,
when your eyes were sparkling brown,
and I was far past in love with you,
was drunk from love
when we had forgotten every other thing
and I was young
like a child that sometimes fall in love
and you uncovered your soul far past nakedness.
Gert Strydom, 15 april 2013
I saw some bright blue stars the other night
they were twinkling as your eyes,
they had a secret kind of fragile light
and it was as if all of our goodbyes,
the loneliness and pain that they brought
was just the expression of our love,
a thing that through life we did sought
and then I knew that nothing can remove
the feelings, bliss and joy that we had found
that with the essence of a supreme will
we were with our relationship on solid ground
and even when the leaving seems ill
we still have got to do as we must
and an essential part of love is trust.
Satish Verma, 15 april 2013
From here to you
a legacy of dust was deepening.
I was reading a lot
between the dots.
You will get another master
I will get another pain.
In the maze of tunnels
a fear of fall snips.
A window becomes a man
unbuttoning the skin.
A body starts scratching
a secret.
The earthly sense warns
of a whiff of a stranger,
at the door in dark.
Like a ripe tear
I will not betray the eye -
in this grey hour.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 april 2013
The name,
went begging to yield.
Dispute was becoming a point of disorder.
A fire on ice, I was burning inside.
Unabated, the storm
was raging in bush. The candor was lost.
We were drying up in shade. One eccentric
nerve poison was spreading.
We will forego, the face
and wear masks to hide our swollen lips
and private chastity. A hairless
loathing is born.
Unless you are a condemned shadow,
the portrait will stand in a corner
for an unwritten crime, disfiguring
the moon of tomorrow.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 13 april 2013
To find a safe god
he traveled inside the books
to develop the tradecraft of winning the world.
Fog squinted from the sky
and elite sun waited in the lobby.
Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow,
to nip the blood. A door is flung open
for a pat-down. You understand the philosophy
of revenge? Take back the hundred lives
for a nail cut. A bewitching smile
and tantalizing fragrance of a bomb
makes a lethal mix.
From where to where we have come.
The scarved beauty and secret love;
some rare vision was giving the push.
Satish Verma
Naeem, 12 april 2013
Do you recognize the face in the painting
the structure, colors in an enclosed frame?
Is it me you have been seeing
or someone else with or without a name?
You, don’t get lost in the melody of time;
-for I am, still, here yet you are not mine.
And yes, I have pleaded to God so much
but I am not plenty to deserve you or touch.
-Nr.
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