Satish Verma, 18 august 2012
Be with me
in this zone of pain.
My poems was walking
through me.
The flute I broke,
in the river of silence.
Someone was whispering
to me in sleep.
Why this desire of awakening
in darkness,
when light was waiting
at the window?
Satish Verma
Tribhawan Kaul, 18 august 2012
Everyday I stand before the mirror
gazing self
other side of mine croons,
“seven sins
have already taken toll of you
terrorism of every dimension
becoming the eight
what is to expect now
from you ?”
It questions
simple and straight.
“Daily you are scarred
daily you are battered
daily you are raped
daily you are butchered
daily you are crossed
daily you are martyred.
So
Are you dead ?
Nay, I dread
you are not yet,”
whispers my mirrored friend.
“Anarchy has no place
eight sin has no grace
let more sunshine be there
for everyone and everywhere
undo mean human mentality
let darkness not prevail
blinding us till eternity.”
“Rise, rise, rise once again
showing your prowess
hold tightly drooping reins
humanity with humility breeds
great civilisations
don’t dump into dustbin
God’s own creations.”
“Being humane you can’t be dead
wake up and change the mindset
for the sake of humanity
violence you shed.”
“Humanize me.
Your own ugly side
should also possess
heart and soul
compassion ,love and giving
should only be my goal.”
Saying so
it merged into mine
I was left gazing the mirror
as if
nothing happened
and everything was fine.
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Laura Steph, 18 august 2012
To the love of my life (Wherever you are!)
I've Traveled down many roads in my little life
Had moments of ecstatic happiness, moments of strife
I've slept warm and well fed, I've slept hungry and cold.
Daily I traveled to destination unknown- Destination unnamed
Met so many along the way
Shook hands with few and waved countless goodbyes
I Made so many friends, but only for a while.
I crossed many bridges... when life allowed me to cross,
I Fell down many pits but still rose again,
Found what I thought was love, it was never real.
I Opened many chapters, but bygones are bygones...
I learnt to numb the pain, I learnt to forget
I knocked on many doors, only few ever opened,
I danced with many wolves in sheep skin,
Learnt to protect myself a bit too late.
My heart was searching for something,
my little life led me down many roads...
With no clues, daily I traveled to destination unknown
I started out with nothing and faced the irony of losing it all
But in this moment... I have arrived, I have it all.
I've found it in the oddest of places,
thousands of miles from where I first begun.
I've reached my final Destination... Destination YOU,
Destination HAPPY, destination LOVED and CHERISHED
Destination BLESSED and Destination COMPLETE.
It cost oceans of tears and a battered heart
But my darling sweetheart, For you, I would gladly do it again!
It is such a pleasure to have traveled and reached;
Destination IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR LIFE.
Milena Sušnik Falle, 17 august 2012
V samoti skal, kjer le morje je gospodar,
stojita silhueti, tesno objeti.
Nem pogled iz oči v oči,
igra dveh dlani govori.
Srci hrepeneči, polni nemira,
povsod mir, blažena tišina.
Le kdaj pa kdaj
za hip tišino sredi skal,
vzdrami morski val.
Silhueti, od ljubezni prevzeti,
ostaneta dalje tesno objeti.
V samoti skal, kjer le morje je gospodar,
že noč vabi dan,
odideta silhueti vsaka v svojo stran.
Milena Sušnik Falle – Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Prozorni kristali jutra)
Satish Verma, 17 august 2012
Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames.
It was hurting; the golden sun.
Out of full moon, werewolves would
come out
chasing the flesh, the long limbs
of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped
in tracks.
No seed will grow now in wilderness.
My extended shade becomes anarchic
if fleetingly.
A miracle falling like a hurricane.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 17 august 2012
Upon the mighty name of the Lord I do call,
I call on Him who created everything,
and as a mere man at times I do feel small
but I am guarded by an angelic being
and my God sees every tear that do fall,
only to His grace I at times want to sing;
I call His name who loved me first of all
to guide me in each new day that is coming.
Gert Strydom, 17 august 2012
In the words of God that are written forever
there are promises
and that book has got a type of bright light,
it is full of Godly vows
that always satisfies all of my needs
and it is not devoured by either moths or rust,
for all my sins He carries all of the costs,
there is nothing that can destroy His words,
His great loves stays selfless and sincere,
every omen is absent from what He says.
Gert Strydom, 17 august 2012
Daily You protect, You are our defence,
daily Your almighty hand is stretched out
as Your love surrounds us selflessly, Lord,
although at times we are covered by sin
still You draw the lines of our lives much wider
as You have paid the ultimate price,
and You are with us at every dangerous place
as we wait on You to come and fetch us,
You can stop all pain and darkness
and all of nature sings to Your glory.
Joe Breunig, 16 august 2012
Draw closer to God
and He will draw nigh unto thee,
provided you’re willing to…
demonstrate actual honesty.
For He can always see
intentions written upon one’s heart.
Stop playing games and come clean;
otherwise, His Spirit may soon depart.
Jehovah transcends the boundaries of time;
So to Him, there is nothing new under the sun.
Start by freely accepting Salvation’s gift,
which was provided by the Divine One.
One can keep His presence nearby -
For He always inhabits our praise.
Open your mouth and sing of His joy,
during the remainder of your days.
Draw closer to God
and He will draw nigh too.
Know that He dearly covets a…
lasting relationship with you.
Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joe Breunig, 16 august 2012
Like many other Christians,
I’m living here on Earth temporarily;
ask to see my “spiritual green card” -
For my citizenship is with Christ’s eternity.
Being a stranger in a foreign land
makes me a heavenly ambassador,
serving a lifelong assignment
on a Godly pilgrimage as His sojourner.
Earth is not my final home -
For I strive to overcome temptations of Earth;
found in my identity with Christ
is the true measure of my worth.
For those who are unsure,
The Bible is my eternal passport
that provides my credentials
until I’m present in Heaven’s court.
Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
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