ratnakar d mandlik, 12 april 2013
God calmly sat for meditation once
He decided to incarnate as a poet great.
To be carefree amidst humans and rejoice
Frame he built and for heart used 14 carats
Before inducting life by sprinkling ambrosia
In the frame of poet with a twig of acacia,
God left it in urgency making way for Godess
Who entered there with a can and in a rush.
The God enkindled a lamp on his return
To heat poets' heart and to it strengthen.
Alas suddenly fuel spread on it caught fire.
By a sheer accident the heart was in flames,
Destining it for ever in emotions to burn.
The mind is an enclave of every poet great
Encircled in flames perhaps for enunciation,
To create a delicate bond in myrh and realism.
Engulfed in fire though it is never gutted
Burnt are emotions erupting from poesys' blossom.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 12 april 2013
You are omnicient and also omnipresent
Still oh God for you we have to build temples.
It is often believed that you reside there
Inspite of being creator of the universe.
You have created nature as also human
Yet you can not put him under nature
And have to face always cajoling men.
Nature you use to suppress them then.
Stern nature brings floods, earthquakes
That destroy then the proud foolish men.
Reestablishing your dominance over them
Inculcating fear once again in them.
Then perhaps to pay his respects or for show
Man builds temples to restrict your power.
Your power works in temples, they believe
And bend before you after committing follies.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 12 april 2013
The weeping of a child
Every newly borned
Is a symbol showing
A life newly formed
The weeping is greeted
With warmth by parents.
Kith n kin too rejoice
In absence of any choice.
Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 12 april 2013
Pain is the companion
Of all my emotions
And it always resides
In my tiny mind.
Its' company I do enjoy,
Charm of life it do enhance.
I do miss it when by chance
Flirts with me even joy.
Pain is my beloved Joy a pal.
Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 12 april 2013
Sometimes my emotions
Get speedy transactions
And then my little heart,
Forgetting its' own bits,
Entangles fully in thoughts
Of loves' different knots.
A precious knot of love
With the beloved which is tied
After lapse of time gets loose
Sometimes even gets untied.
When the love becomes dim,
In different directions swim
The lover n his once beloved
To become forever estranged.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
Gert Strydom, 12 april 2013
You sit under a hot eiderdown on the couch
while we look at each other for long moments,
time hooks fast and stretches and lingers
and for your love I can only thank God continually
Gert Strydom, 12 april 2013
I do not fear the blazing hot summer sun
nor the icy snow or frost when winter comes
nor the thunderbolts that in a storm bash down
or harsh winds that at times do gush and moan
but are afraid at times of loosing you
while destiny and my life continually rushes on,
are afraid that at a time in death you may be gone
and yet the feelings between us remain constantly true.
Satish Verma, 12 april 2013
After a peek into the world news,
I will start asking many questions to myself
in the dialect of hurling petrol bombs that,
how many names of a god are valid
in my poor dictionary of past truths?
I start eating away myself bit by bit
and save few grains for my children,
for clenching hurts and start a journey of unknown.
The debate will never end for the sake of
poetics in many me, of many avatars.
Un-self I start searching the stairs
of the tower in dark conspiracy of silence.
The night has forgotten a Mozart.The
magic flute will not play again.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 11 april 2013
Living within the house of idol makers,
the depth of my soul was perturbed.
How could one justify the worship of art?
To me, such comprehension was absurd.
And yet, it was still clear to me,
that worship was a necessary component;
so I craved a logical and moral way
to circumvent my spiritual descent.
Knocking over these impractical statues,
made from gold and various materials,
demonstrated glorification of dead objects
was completely worthless and immaterial…
to the hungry development of my soul.
Such veneration of idols must be profane!
Get me away now from this unholy place;
I must not allow my life to remain the same.
A change of perspective was required
to completely fulfill God’s holy plan;
thus, my name was changed by Yahweh
from my being Abram to… Abraham.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gen 16; According to Scripture, he was born Abram and his father was an idol-maker; young Abram questioned polytheism and smashed all but one of his father's idols. When Abram was roughly 75 years old, he was called by God. He made a pact with the Almighty, agreeing to follow the one true God in exchange for God's promise to make him the founder of many nations.
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Joe Breunig, 11 april 2013
Even now, my precious Lord,
I’m fully aware of the spiritual bleed
emanating from the wounds of my heart;
despite the ongoing pain, I’ve experienced
that genuine explosion of Your holy seed…
which was planted within the frailty
of this tear-filled, human existence.
Your timeless waves of abundance continue
to inundate the morning cries of sorrow
and to overwhelm my life’s resistance.
The fabric of my heart has been ripped;
from this unseen rupture comes a new flow
of unexpected compassion for Your people.
Draw me ever closer to You, merciful Lord;
position me within Your Kingdom’s plateau.
Allow me to enjoy the boundlessness…
of Your unabated surge of loyal love,
that seeks to unquestioningly consume me,
since I’m free me of sin’s punishment
and covered by Jehovah’s promises from above.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Joel 2:12-13
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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