Gert Strydom, 21 august 2012
Like only a small grain of sand,
my life, the lives of all living people,
and the whole planet lies in Your hand
while for your power there are no boundaries;
You know all things far past mere wishes
and do know each intimate thought
and even the secret, the most intense,
while in the darkness
the Satan tampers as Your biggest enemy
but You know everything, to You everyone is somebody.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2012
Unsown peaks of fear
under aggression.
I ask you to make a choice
between I and inventing yourself.
I will not abandon the tree:
the animal, renunciation.
The belief and emptiness
will find symbols of foreverness.
Ephemeral colors;
Leaves will fall one day.
Someone was translating
the text of confidence.
One day,
the miracle shakes the cosmos
sap climbs up in darkness.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 20 august 2012
With no kind of weakness or impediment
love is true like the compass sticks to the pole
hope, trust, honesty is its embodiment
and where this is lacking there is a huge hole;
not even age does its sheer beauty remove,
its huge power and effect does constant prove,
it is not wandering like the wildest wind
like you it’s always true, unselfish and kind.
Gert Strydom, 20 august 2012
From the time that every day had begun
life has got a struggle, an ageless kind of plea,
and from the awakening of the white hot sun,
even creatures in the unbounded sea
was threatened as they were having some fun
yet from all of these things our true love stands free
as it sparkles like a star during the darkest night,
forever shines bright with its own kind of light.
Gert Strydom, 20 august 2012
Far too lovely you are, in mortality
bound to life, as woman in the fullest sense,
yet under the burden of death’s finality,
still love blooms with a power that is intense
even when in its fullest strength mere destiny
makes human effort to some incompetence,
in this late summer of our lives we are free
from every dark stark lifeless consequence.
Satish Verma, 20 august 2012
Today,
go undivine
with me and remain untouched,
in dwindling love of faith.
A forerunner of nothingness
in a theological mess,
breaking the mirrors
in a slaughter house, finding
a god.
Collecting ruins of sounds,
veils, traversing the fecundity
of words, phrases.
Night was encroaching upon.
You hear the destruction of lianas.
Hold your wings
and listen to your blood, threadbare.
Satish Verma
oluwatosin olabode, 20 august 2012
If you can doubt and
will always ask,
Or you know and
will gladly tell…
If you have known
so others can know,
Or will know
so others can know…
If you are wrong and
would acknowledge it,
Or are right, and
wouldn’t frustrate it…
If you can fear but
would give faith a chance,
Or you worry and
can let Prayer know…
If you can give and
wouldn’t brag about it,
Or can receive and
would be appreciative of it…
If you are beautiful;
because of who you are,
not just who you have become
i mean-
and you know it,
Or you truly have a heart
i mean-
and can allow your conscience speak…
If you can love,
knowing it won’t be returned,
Or would never hate
knowing, only excuses make you to…
If I am me,
simply because I accept it,
Or you can be you
simply because I can accept it…
Then- which is of utmost importance,
you will be called
the son of God
“Blessed are the peacemakers,
For they shall be called
Sons of God”(matthew 5:9)…
If you have been in existence
Or are just realising
Then,you should give Peace a chance.
oluwatosin olabode, 20 august 2012
I thought I was thinking
Then I realized
My feeling weren’t what I was feeling
Because I felt the thought
Didn’t think I could feel
The expression I had seen
She was stable not stagnant
They things she said in her silence
Were beyond the understanding of spoken words
The gentleness on her face were speaking
Yes, speaking to me...
“Understand the hurt;
And the pain, I feel
When people can’t look
Beyond the face
And see the true me”
Only when you look deeper
Deeper indeed
Will the expression be understood…
I saw pains
As she looked at me
It was all explained
In the gentleness of her face
In the silence of her lips
It was more like she wanted to speak
But words could not come together
The expression on her face said so
In that simple but complex moment
It was like this
Exactly as she said it
“Wait, don’t tell me
Am almost there
The words are about to come out”
The honesty of her spirit
The purity of her spirit
Could be seen
At that moment
At the very first glance
But she was just a painting
So she needed me to speak.
Her point been…
Don’t just stare at me
Understand me.
Rilay Dann, 19 august 2012
Here I am
There you are
Where ever that may be
I can see how far in your eyes
I can tell the line for your heart
Will you go the distance?
Or let them push your line?
Because you are so far
But we are so close
Do you know that we're here?
Do you know that you're there?
I wish I could find you
Or that you could save me
Because the distance between us
Begins to kill time
And once you kill time
Can you ever get it back?
So back, come back
Let's be bigger then that
And remember where we are
Tribhawan Kaul, 19 august 2012
Born
with
clean slate
and
flattering
innocence.
Flowering
homo-sapien
succumbs
to
vices.
Conscience
fighting
tooth and nail,
fail.
Pleasure of
senses
prevail.
downfall
begins.
Grave.
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