Geetima Baruah Sarma, 23 march 2013
peak summer
frolic in a pond
rural lads
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 22 March 2013]
dhaneswar bey, 23 march 2013
As we knows Baloons are use in decorating;
Was we observe after that,
Was they getting the same respect,
Was they able to capture the heart of mankind?
Never,mankind can be for time being;
Baloons are trying keep Happy,
It will give the sign of Bright Mankind Future,
While decorated, but.....
Was Baloons observe after the function,
Balloons are will be lying on the Ground,
Mankind are walk on them,
There will be no to care,
Even no one to see them or turn them,
Their part of body will be lying here and there;
Even they will lost their Beauti
And colour day by day, getting it mix with Earth,
Even Earth also will try to avoid them,
If we say about our Life circle,
There is nothing different,
Our social respect and Happiness
Are being for time being,
Nothing is for life long and secure.
Dhaneswar Bey
Satish Verma, 23 march 2013
seething yet silent in land of outrage:
strictures of life,
my eyes will not see the setting sun;
this was the blind spot
before the battle starts
and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun –
to speak the version of domestic grief
without lips because the death does not come alone,
she has a company
of corpses swelling the earth but she also
plays piano with two fingers only
pouring out milk and venom
for a long journey, we start unprepared
I will not fall asleep
Satish Verma
steven cooke, 22 march 2013
To walk in dreams
upon this vale of illusion.
Each footstep of your being
crossing the labyrinth
of a shy but guilty soul.
Sleep can be your witness
As Galaxies collide creating life
for we all belong to infinity.
That place beyond our imagination
where the darkness hides
a beauty not meant for human eyes.
Reality is the myth
for you now walk with gods.
This world is a reflection of you
where water and mirror are one.
The shimmer of a distorted face
lies on the see saw of humanity.
The light you inherit
the darkness you manufacture.
But in death at least
your priest will lie for you.
Life is but a feather
It glides through the winds of time.
Sometimes rising to your endeavour
more often it is a passenger
falling on a broken wing.
But no matter
your feather is immortal.
For it caresses the meanings
of such wonderful things
and you beat the odds to be you.
Morning brings a pencilled rubber
the mind will leave this page.
and somewhere in the universe
another being will dream,
of things beyond this human race.
Insatiable Sohail, 22 march 2013
It's an unintelligible tale
Still kept murmuring...
It is either nothing or everything
But it is not simply something.
It estranges me from rest of the world
And makes me a restless watchful person
To keep in touch with truth.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 22 march 2013
I fought a battle and finally won.....
You cannot always be to blame
Like two rams butting heads, but I still am here for you
You have made my life complete in so many ways
There aren't enough fingers and toes to count.....unless you are counted out?
I feel eternally blessed that you picked me above all the rest
You can write something to me and I am so "in tune" with what you are saying.
You have courage and tenacity; you blindly love
Putting yourself in a hurricane...........
I miss you so, please come back to me...
We are supposed to be together; it is our fate
No one can talk about Karma unless they have had it.....
I am now alright; just was confused for a little while...Being torn in the midst of a massive thunderstorm.
You are also very good at your assumptions, although they are not 100 right all the time-you strive for protection.
So, I respect you, I admire you and am doing it from afar right now....I am not lonely anymore.
PLease say a prayer for me to stay strong and perservere.
You are the lightbulb that never goes out......
Kahlia
Gert Strydom, 22 march 2013
(after G.A. Watermeyer)
Four walls against the wind and the weather,
four wall to avert the glaring sun,
with a bright lantern burning against the wall
until the hour of midnight,
a blonde wife with green-brown eyes
to keep this place sociable
and when the lightning falls blue-white,
when the rains falls for fourteen days without an end
the fields have turned to green,
are overwhelming in the season
and we thank the almighty Lord
for peach trees that are budding.
Gert Strydom, 22 march 2013
With steady walls sheltering against every wind,
cosy against the blinding afternoon sun
I and my darling sit next to the hot fireplace
and time lingers as if moments can last into eternity,
the cat is busy throwing wool to and thro,
the dog lays stretched out and do admire the red flames
that are licking as they hiss in the sieving rain
and each one of us
are far past happy, our cups do overflow,
while we hear the peaceful swirl of the falling rain.
[References: “Reën in die voorwinter” (Rain in the winter) by G.A. Watermeyer, “Winter in die voorreën” (Winter in the first rain) by Pirow Bekker.]
Gert Strydom, 22 march 2013
At a time I was caught
in the glare of your eyes, in their bright glance
was aware of the dimple on your cheek
and my fingers did knot through your hair.
At a time weavers did sing,
ibises did slap their wings protesting
with their unexpected flying up
and suddenly your were apprehensive
and the zinc wing of the windmill turned around and around
while minutes stretched out like hours between us
when cool water came from the depths of the earth
and we drank some before I pulled you into my arms
and then you did suddenly smile
and that day changed to the most beautiful I had known.
Satish Verma, 22 march 2013
And, it tore through dumb claim;
the fakes had commingled with
the truth. Nowhere my soul
found peace.
One by one shadows were losing
their skeletons. The tarnished face
was forced to recant its nose
and shrank into hole.
Blood grievously turned grey
and skin tanned blue in fierce withdrawl.
He tracked naked in squall
of abuse leaving the eyes for blind rubbers
and bald wolves.Legs tweet, the child
is coming back home.
Satish Verma
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