Kahlia Mazacalletti, 14 february 2013
You may see me as the one that you have to judge
I see you as my peer and a beautiful person
It does not matter what you have done; it is done
I see that you hang on to things like a diamond ring
Is it guilt or is it jealousy; is it me or is it you
I never say a bad word about anyone , it comes back to haunt
Like a ghost in a house, a spirit in a childs closet
Please forgive me if I have hurt you or made you insecure
But, I cannot continue to believe it is my fault.........
I must say, going off in in a tangent does no good for anyone
It is the mood of these days , to be hateful and spiteful....
I forgive you, You will be blessed; you are one of GOD's children
And no one stands alone.......................
Satish Verma, 14 february 2013
to celebrate a beautiful sin
on the green lake
a sequelae starts a covetous lust
of white skulls,
discovering oneself was as exciting
as the fondling of breast
for the first time –
innocent graveside, road burning
stretching to throbbing millions
harvesting endless tears;
inattention of grief
was the punishment of unknown
shredding the veil into bit pieces
the ferocious clawing
tears off the sunset of age.
your jealousy?
bitter screams?
Satish Verma
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 13 february 2013
You knock me down like a wrecking ball
It is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew
I have fought for you-12 rounds til the sound of the bell
And yet , you betray me at every given turn
Why must you hurt me so and make the pain so devastating?
Is it your course in life to destroy me
Or do you just play games-Parker Brothers should make you their Company spokesperson
You can make Monopoly look like GO FISH.....
I never know when you are going to strike
It's like a rattlesnake in the Arizona desert
I hurt enough and am black and blue
But you want the color purple; as well
So, I am leaving you now in my mind
It will be sad but I have to go
You can leave and go down the road; to some other unsuspecting soul...............
louis gander, 13 february 2013
With waves that crash upon the beach,
my love rolls further in to reach -
and further up, they roll some more -
I haven’t loved like this before.
I never thought I’d fall in love,
but you’re the one I’m dreaming of.
I close my eyes in your embrace,
and still I see your lovely face.
I kiss your lips and hold you close
but never get my final dose.
We hug so tightly for so long -
in arms of love we both belong.
I peer into your pretty eyes -
oh, please don’t love the other guys.
Their love for you can’t be this strong -
and can’t be tear-filled for as long.
Each time I think about your pain,
I cry but it is all in vain -
yet nature knows the sun won’t shine,
until her raindrops fall with mine.
So when it rains just think of me,
my tears of love will always be.
With every tear of mine I cry.
I’ll wash your pain and hurt good-bye.
I’ll kiss each sore, each scar, each kind -
until your smiling face I find.
I’ll kiss you often and so deep.
Please tell me that I’m yours to keep!
The rain will end and will succumb
to colors when the rainbows come.
And as the sun shines bright above
it will expose our perfect love.
When we’re apart, I’m very blue,
I just can’t get enough of you.
Your lovely hair, your pretty nose,
your perfect legs, your tiny toes…
As every wave keeps rolling in,
I cannot hold my love within.
My thoughts run quickly – run so deep,
but you my Love, I’ll always keep.
Your beauty cannot be replaced.
Your silhouette, my memory traced.
You are so perfect – know it’s true.
Oh, please believe that I love you.
My love is soft and does ignite
a cry for you each lonely night.
There’s something special deep inside
which you and I can never hide.
You stole my heart. It’s all yours, but
it’s very fragile - delicate.
So promise me, that you won’t break
this tender heart, if you should take.
For if your love, away should fly,
my soul would shriek and I would die.
The earth would shake. With stomach curled,
they’d hear me scream around the world.
I’d get so sick and turn away -
I’d die a million times that day.
I love you more than you could know -
So never, ever let me go.
The water’s vast between each shore -
but this is true - I love you more.
My waves of love keep rolling in.
Together, may our lives begin?
As I need air – I so need you -
so please, my Love - please love me too.
Tell me yes and not just maybe -
be my Princess, Barbie baby.
If there are tears, I’ll kiss them dry,
so smile with me and do not cry.
Walk close with me on golden sands,
forever always, hand in hand.
©2010 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 13 february 2013
Behold the beauty of Brahmaputra, (Assam)
Travel to Tawang for tranquility, (Arunachal)
Look at Loktak Lake the lifeline, (Manipur)
Cherish the charm of Cherrapunjee. (Meghalaya)
Cemetery at capital conveys courage, (Nagaland)
Balance on bamboos bring beams, (Mizoram)
Palaces of princes provide pleasure, (Tripura)
Rafting on river renders relish. (Sikkim)
[Published in the e-magazine 'Fried Eye' on 1 February 2012]
Alicja Kuberska, 13 february 2013
I will send you my angel.
Take care of him.
He is so little, that
You can hide him
In your hand or
In deep in your heart.
Remember ,that my angel
Feeds on your smiles,
Well-wishing words and
Good deeds.
Do not allow him to die from
Hunger.
Satish Verma, 13 february 2013
a facsimile of torture
candlelit in moony dark
i want to unread the anointed death
on this tip of an arrow,
here it comes
the hissed phrase
wrenching the gut –
for conceptual withdrawl,
dawn of dark secrets
without footprints of echo
extracting a price,
do not stop fighting,
smear me with blood
hot spurts of thrills to defend the pink
in valley of counterfeits blades,
the green was fake,
the red was fake,
pure white poison
Satish Verma
louis gander, 12 february 2013
Before we both met - so lonely I was.
I cannot explain it - but maybe because....
Two rabbits were playing in grasses, lush green -
enjoying the sunshine - a sight so serene.
Two love birds were playing and choosing a path -
still making life’s choices, while taking a bath.
Two flowers were growing, though so intertwined -
but not at all trapped and supporting in kind.
Two ducks in the water - a hen and a drake,
were always together - on their private lake.
One day very lonely - the sun would soon set -
but then I saw something I’d never forget.
There, two lovers kissing, embraced on the shore.
It burned in my memory – as never before.
I peered in the water but all I could see -
was my lone reflection - a lonely 'one' (me).
The sun set behind them, the outline of two –
but I kept on dreaming - of being with you.
And now that I met you – I’m happy because,
I remember how lonely - how lonely I was....
I’m glad that I waited – great patience a plus –
My memory’s now real when others see us....
as lovers on beaches with magical charms -
we’re wrapped in caresses, in each others’ arms.
None will know passion - or ever forget -
as we are embracing in our silhouette -
still kissing each other as passions arise -
in silhouette fashion - against evening skies.
©2010 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Insatiable Sohail, 12 february 2013
O my darling love !
Be like me.
Why don’t you speak ?
Be like brook in my heart
That babbles cheerlessly on.
O my darling love!
Be like me.
Talk to me
Be the crystal water
In my dead civilization.
O my dear infinite !
Why don’t you speak ?
Be my celestial source of inspiration
Not like the Cuckoo of Spring
Harbinger of a particular time.
O my dear infinite !
Why don’t you speak ?
Can’t utter anything
Without your ecstatic chirping
Full possession within me.
O my eternal sweet-heart !
Come to me
Kindle my garden of art
Warm me with your aesthetic love
And make me alive .
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 12 february 2013
There is a barbed wire growing,
From within my veins.
Its arrowheads grow and come out,
Puncturing the veins.
Like a grape vine,
This barbed wire climbs upwards,
Towards the end of each vein,
And outward tearing through my skin.
It binds me from within....
My heart, entangled in this hideous wire,
Beats in agony. Every time it beats,
It hurts like the labor pain.
I want to screem,
But my tongue doesn't move...
Only a groan,
Like that of a slaughtered animal,
Comes out...
Every time I think of you,
My eyes are at peace.
My heart is fliled with heavenly pleasure,
But it falls victim of its own self gratification,
And beats uncontrollably like a body in ecstasy.
And brings down hell from within.
I want to scream............................,
But.................................................,
Only an unworldly groan comes out.
Baby! Yet...I love you so very much.
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