George Krokos, 18 september 2012
Isn't it better really having enough to get by with than having too much?
Life's not meant to be spent in luxury and pleasure or be content in such.
When a person comes in thy presence and begs some kindness and favour
just consider it in your humanity and give within your means of thy labour.
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George Krokos, 18 september 2012
Oh Lord, it seems to me, You are a God of pain
without which some people say there is no gain.
There is only so much that we creatures can bear
and it’s sometimes I wonder if You really do care.
Throughout the world You’re generally loved, hated or feared
and there are certain times when You are very strongly jeered.
Most people have a hard time making up their mind about You
because of the trials and tribulations that You put them through.
It seems strange and true to say that with Your almighty nature
You somewhat force people to bend to Your imposing stature.
To impress on them that You’re the Only One they should please
You have to prepare and teach them all how Your Will to appease.
Is it because of You’re being Immortal and All-knowing and we are Your heirs
that You subject us all to such rigorous training to overcome illusion’s snares?
One only has to reflect on the lives of Your so-called True Sons of the past
to realize the suffering and attainment their example on humanity has cast.
If I sound to be a little cynical towards You and seem to complain
how could You be so insensitive and not help me get rid of my pain?
Though ignorant as I am to One Who is great as You’re made out to be
please show a little more compassion to those who are helpless like me.
As life in this world demands so much of our time
is it forgetfulness of Thee that You consider a crime?!
This whole world is a cruel proving ground to one higher above
and yet it has been spoken or written that You are a God of love!
If I don’t seem to see the bigger picture now of what really goes on
then You’re held responsible for allowing this situation to drag on.
And even though You have given Teachers to show people the way
the illusion is still so strong that most get caught and lost in the fray.
Remaining a while here where they play out either minor or major roles
being only a matter of time before they too become aware of their souls.
When after much disappointment and suffering that You seem to mete out
they gradually realize by pain that this world is not what life is only about.
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Gert Strydom, 18 september 2012
A song of joy sounds up when the day begins
in respect as if every swallow, dove and weaver
worships their creator at the brake of day.
A song of joy sounds up
when the sky is open and blue as ink,
when the bright white sun lights its torch
while the morning star still shines blue-white,
while water rushes and shines in the brook
as if a great morning calls everyone to action
soaking hearts and souls with true love
and a song of joy sounds up...
Gert Strydom, 18 september 2012
In the early day there is some beauty
while the breeze in grass and bracken plays,
up high a lark is soaring wild and free.
In the early day
there is something joyful and something gay
with a kind of grace in everything I see
while over the hill a rider gallops away
and it’s as if something is calling me
to awaken you, to kiss you if I may,
together to find some serenity
in the early day.
Gert Strydom, 18 september 2012
All night it did rain, the morning was bright
while the sun shone with its power again
had an incredible serene kind of light;
all night it did rain,
with dark clouds coming over the mountain
covering it until it was out of sight;
as we did the last red champagne drain
our feelings was warm, passionate and right
and we were of each other very certain,
while through darkness we brought love to delight;
all night it did rain.
Tribhawan Kaul, 18 september 2012
Beauty is fire, flame its youthfulness
novice if you are, will burn your fingers.
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Silence has its own tongue to stress
lips move not, for love to express.
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Hate has no takers, omnipresent is love
Some crazy always try to breed hate though.
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One sows another reaps, a human nature
Alas! None feels for the actual creator.
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Live life lamenting or laughing
Choice is yours, go weeping or singing
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Useless for the boatman to row with an oar
if never one wants to reach the shore.
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Throughout life Oh GOD! searched for you
soul left the body, only then could I meet you.
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Satish Verma, 17 september 2012
The native walls
were hounding me-
out of game.
I was playing chess with god.
Was stoned to death.
A small boy’s arm
was crushed.
He stole a bread.
What was the truism
of unheard voices?
Groping in green darkness
I was watching
the lethal plunge of man.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 16 september 2012
A thought starts a fire
loosening the lips.
I want to scream.
Between dreams and stars
a sky hung with
inverted moon.
The desire springs a scythe
but cannot cut a
jellyfish of eye.
A sunstroke was speechless
without a sun.
The gift of a night.
The sweet tooth of a lie
scoops a truth,
king of bitters.
Satish Verma
mvvenkataraman, 15 september 2012
Always believe that you can perform
Then you can face the worst storm
Faith has in it beauty and real charm
To meet challenges, it gives you form
In case all your plans succeed not
Of course, you may worry a lot
Think that a wise lesson is taught
So is improved your lovely thought
Thousand setbacks tone your skill
And greatly strengthen your will
This makes your fear totally nil
To win, experience creates a pill
When you suffer from deep sorrow
No one likes to with love borrow
But, when you in life usefully grow
All turn friends, today, not tomorrow
Just believe in the Almighty and proceed
Wherever possible, plant kindness-seed
To the maximum, attend to World's need
God will bless you for every noble deed.
mvvenkataraman
Satish Verma, 15 september 2012
For a messenger of lies
I lay down the script.
A kick starts the game.
I am the only visitor to the
gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed
was a way of expression
of a revolt against honour
killing of your own daughters
whose bodies were found in the canal.
The tall sacred walls of home
made kilns, where you empty your sixpence
traditions on the name of native justice.
A sightless vista opens before the
inward eye. I take hold of a brush
and wipe out the faces.
Satish Verma
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