Alicja Kuberska, 11 april 2013
You closed
the doors of words.
My heart trembled and fell down,
as a mirror from the wall.
It broke, cracked
and lost some pieces.
People say
it is seven years of bad luck,
and I think perhaps more.
I can not glue it .I tried.
Something is missing.
Thoughts and words
carry a bitter taste.
I threw it away,
I have no heart
I have no memories
The world looks different now.
Gert Strydom, 11 april 2013
What you make of your life
however events do touch you
you do still come through the throng
to places that your heart long to go
but still after loss
only a frustrating wish remains
when destiny falls with fatality
and we do remain fragile and brittle,
as beings that sometimes do search and find
and at other times we are only blinded.
Gert Strydom, 11 april 2013
When I am caught in thoughts
when my eyes see an old vista
and other times come alive and back
I look in another light,
see the changes in the city
the cataclysm, the new regime’s warp and woof
in decay, decline, in hovels, in shacks
and I am not anymore unguarded
when fatal forces come together
to ravage the past for me
and do only awake more crime and evils,
when there utopia of abatement comes to life
and at times I hope not to return again
to this old rubbish dump.
Gert Strydom, 11 april 2013
In a region where thunder falls in the summer
the city lays stretched out when the first sounds of war resound,
when boys are called to be soldiers for their own country
to protect their borders from danger when the first shots are fired.
The infallible remote control unravels a falling of feet
of eighteen year old boy upon eighteen year old boy.
In a region where thunder falls in the summer
the city lays stretched out when the first sounds of war resound,
with military police on patrol to avert decline
where in front of garden gates, on veranda steps they lean smoking,
catch drunken soldiers in bars and kick them that they groan
somewhere in the back corner of the universe
in a region where thunder falls in the summer
Satish Verma, 11 april 2013
Chasing the embedded sex of the moon
you torched the sun
by the stares of dead
and turned yourself into a stone
of steps. For survival?
I knew the gravel, the water
therefore cried inside.
Navigating in swathes of tristesse
makes you insane. Let us split the god
open, and find out the meaning of life.
The missed beats demand more blood, more
slavery. Bivalent limbs become untrue
to heart. I was late in coming.
You too!
Satish Verma
ratnakar d mandlik, 10 april 2013
Information and its explosion
And the cut-throat competition
Generated by it among humans
Has snatched every thing humane.
Money was the real power, once
Before it nothing had any chance
To set terms and rule the world.
It's power was a double edged sword.
Money power is now a back bencher
Power is dominated by information.
One who knows, rules the world
Ignorance is a losers companion.
Now dominates even on genetics
The superb science of cybernetics.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 10 april 2013
East and west up and down
In your search I never found
Any shape in which you were bound.
You too had no specific ground
Though in nature n life you abound.
Fascinate me your manifestations
Espoused with varied intentions
With humane desire of sublimation
As also of cunning intimidations
To project self and it's promotion.
Lover and beloved in this pair
You mask adroitly carnal desires.
Infatuation n longing on separation.
A mastery you show in presentation
In celestial form human relations.
Money and miser in this pair
Of greed you become embodiment.
You are a quantity for a miser
Of money n it's agrandizement,
For which he crosses all extents.
Lust for power and more power
Is your mask with a power monger
You may think then to annihilate
The weak for the conquest ultimate
Of your devotee- the power monger.
Show me love all such places
Where you reside just for your sake.
Where your bonds no one can break,
Your presence creats no mess
And it goes on showering pure happiness.
Which are the forms you too love
Is it compassion! tell me oh love.
Are pity n sympathy your own forms.
I too know all their charms
Tell me if you follow any norms?
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 10 april 2013
An universal anecdote on pain
In frustration you are a companion.
In limit an elixir and a potion
A must you are in our celebrations.
Ambrosia secured through churning,
By divinity and demons, of oceans
You are the award to their off springs.
Born you are for the sublimation
Of every thing humane n their emotions.
No poor soul could know truth eternal
Till the all knowing monarch did spell
Notion of producing you from food grains,
Keeping crores hungry for the gains
Of the greedy embodiment of devils.
From elixir, anecdote n a potion
They have transformed you in poison
For uprooting coming generations,
Who could make superpower to our nation.
Omnipresence as base you are in potions
Omnipotence you have for intoxication.
Best friend you are for those in agony
Though deceptive mirth is your progeny.
You in yourself were always fine
When you were only a peg of wine.
The unhappy can forget all the pain
When you take them in your domain.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
Gert Strydom, 10 april 2013
Suddenly a photograph takes you back,
it’s as if a face comes to life
when you are caught in moments
of longing as if you have got it right here
and that momentary recording
of a young face becomes reality
as if that yesterday was just a moment ago.
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