Rilay Dann, 24 november 2012
Just another day
Just another way
To discover pain
All the piercing sounds that fill my ears
All the innocent hurt that fills the air
Crashing down on us
Like a wave breaking the shore
Here comes, oh so much more
The sounds, the pain, the waves
The never-ending circle
That only stops
Once it has broken you down
Inside and out
Our weary ways
Tend to our lonely days
Rilay Dann, 24 november 2012
Maybe not now
And maybe not later
It's okay
I will prove it to you someday
I will do my best
And I won't give it a rest
Until you know
Because you need to
Yes, you need to know
So go on and live your day
But just remember
I'll prove it to you some way
Rilay Dann, 24 november 2012
Look up, look down
Where does it all go.?
Look right, look left
What have we've done.?
This is it
We are never the same
and never will exist again
But why.?
But how.?
Who says this is fair.?
We did not
But oh, well
It is gone
And we have lost it forever
Gert Strydom, 23 november 2012
Its spring and outside new flowers do appear
the sweet smell of jasmine hangs on the wind,
a sparrow moves at the window
and for long moments I am blinded by your beauty
and you are in my bed, my lovely bride
when we find ardent passion with each other,
moving for moments to the edge of eternity.
Gert Strydom, 23 november 2012
In the late night rain falls whispering,
blossoms on branches move in the wind
and I am aware of the smallest sound
as if in the darkness I can find something
and for moments the night becomes dear to me,
while I again feel innocent like a child
but still life outside stays dark.
Satish Verma, 23 november 2012
The hurt begins to move
and meets in a funeral procession.
For aging fireworks this was the last chance,
but lake had dried up.
There was no fall tonight of the moon
All the stars had gone for a memorial service.
The candle light vigil begins with a sole survivor.
The genotypes will multiply.
The legend had the last breath
and then walked away in a big whole.
I were you, to take the revenge
from the sobbing me who sent the body
without a soul.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 22 november 2012
Your soft lips on my cheek
lets time linger for moments
when I am drawn to you
when you look lovingly at me
when that moment becomes precious
when reality gets a new kind of meaning
when we are together
Gert Strydom, 22 november 2012
Sometimes I wonder if we were in love
when I broke her heart,
as we did not held hands, did not even kiss
although our friendship had a kind of tenderness
and I had given her a gift of a silver pen,
while maybe far too slowly
things between us did happen
and in some obscure way she was dear to me
and I wonder what kind of betrayal it was
when I did with another girl a relationship start
which brought what was between us to an end
and she wasn’t any longer my friend.
If it had been love, maybe it was only starting,
was still an innocent kind of thing,
but how deep her feelings did go
I never really will know.
Gert Strydom, 22 november 2012
You stayed right through the night,
you were sweet beautiful and fair
and up to the next morning light
you were with without a single care.
With the first light you had to go away
while I heard your heart beating from under your breast
but you lingered on that day
and with your love I were truly blest.
I asked you to be my bride,
as in loving we could not be celibate
and you accepted with pride
to be much more than my bedmate.
Now every morning it’s you beautiful eyes that I see
and as long as I live
you will probably accompany me
as my lovely beautiful wife.
Satish Verma, 22 november 2012
I was not indifferent to graffiti
but oracle was telling a different story
of embellished arms race
about the mathematics of terror.
Less comprehensible
I presume.
But who was transparent and
simple today.
A wisp was rising among the hills.
We do not want to know,
is it scattering the cobalt?
Toys calling the masters?
And that sinking feeling,
they were singing money
in fake currency which
was not hot.
Satish Verma
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