Gert Strydom, 20 july 2012
I met a girl called her at times a child
in her forties, she was really mature,
her glances did draw me, drove my heart wild
to love her every glance did me allure,
suddenly my feelings for her was strong
as if something sweet could happen with us,
I thought that I might have it somewhat wrong
that forgetting of her I really must
she smiled, turned all my fears to dust.
Tribhawan Kaul, 20 july 2012
In this age of internet and electronic media, the good old newspaper still holds on its own. Mornings can never be the same without having a cursory glance on the screaming headlines.
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Recipe for intellect
A game for brain
News and views
Browse with pleasure or disdain.
Crimes of passion
Vagaries of politics
Sporting brilliance
Business frolics.
Love or hate
Ah or wow
Emboldening people
A must for both classes or masses
Isn’t it true
Day starts afresh with it
Taking morning tea
Or going to loo.
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copyright/Children of lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
Satish Verma, 20 july 2012
Was worried about the assault
from inside,
holding the shoes of his sons,
he was trailing the sectarian kill.
Utopia had its own weapons.
I was trying to understand schizophrenia
knifing for peace. Do you think mental
fragmentation would find me on
the door bell of sleep? I was walking
through the hard kisses of death –
on mouth so that I would not speak
about the valley of tears.
Satish Verma
Talat Jehan, 19 july 2012
Before you find a body, but without a soul. .
I want you to make me cry, to return those tears which are lost somewhere.
The gift, the tears I really deserve. .
But are you strong enough to see those pearls which will come out from my eyes. .
I want to cry, but in rain. .
You know why, so no one can see those tears of sadness. .
I want rain to cry with me, and be the part my tears. .
Tears only my tears. .
Talat Jehan, 19 july 2012
I want you to see and understand
The burden on my heart and brain
The burden which weigh more than my body
The burden which weigh more than the mountains
The burden that no one else can feel, except me
The burden which vagues everything, even me
But
Everything is invisible and hidden behind so many curtains
Whenever I try, something stops me to be open in front of this world
May be this world don’t care and don't want to see, what's inside
Thoughts and tears are my biggest treasure
The treasure no one can steal
Because no one wants to be under that burden
I want you to see and understand my silence as well
Because this silence wants to reveal a lot of things
This silence wants to be heard and felt
It is killing me, it's want to be free and this silence wants to fly in the sky
This silence which is getting rebellious now
This silence don't want to be controlled
It’s making me helpless and weak
It wants to be broken now, like a mirror
And every shattered piece of that mirror will be unique
Understand my silence
Talat Jehan, 19 july 2012
I want my strength back. .
I don't want to be weak. .
I want to be strong, physically and mentally. .
I want to fight. .
I don't want to fall down. .
I want to be strong, morally and spiritually. .
I want to face everything. .
I don't want to hide behind the curtains of denial and lies All I want is to be open in-front of the world. .
Open like a sky. .
I want world to see what's inside me. .
A sea of sadness and some fresh wounds. .
Talat Jehan, 19 july 2012
Sorrow, grief and sadness
The ingredients of life in the world of today
Somehow and somewhere, someone is sad and unhappy
Due to the cruelty of this world, due to the proudness of the people
Value of the individual's is measured with the scale of someone's success
Not with the inner beauty of the person, but with the external beauty
Words are important but they shines more when someone knows how to play with them
And forced others to orbit around those words
Until our life stops or we finished it by our self
Sorrow, grief and sadness
The ingredients of life in the world of today
Talat Jehan, 19 july 2012
Commercial world, commercial people will use others to be commercially and socially strong
Care, Affection, Ethics, Right, Wrong
Just the words of past now
With having just little value
But Hope is still, light is still
Just because of those, 1 in 1000 people
Who are genuine, real, transparent and pure
Hope these 1’s could increases to 100's and keep on multiply
Hope is still, Light is still
B.Z. Niditch, 19 july 2012
No reprimand
of the present
into the light life
without any hour
of being moonstruck
by the past dust
staying on us,
we take our leaves
from dioramas
of a whitewashed time
on easier pathways
than any subterranean
road of emptinesss,
hiding below
white blinds
of broken windows,
smashing rotted fruit
yoked at barren gardens
or castigating
any romantic ruins
of pubescent journeys
at secomd guesses,
those mad expectations
of a fateful gaze
with a glance back
at futile games
in a hopscotch universe
circling toward
separate horizons
we wish to forget.
B.Z. Niditch, 19 july 2012
Taken for the voice
of a sage
after resistance
to the contary,
refusing all laurels
for nearly being
only a memory
for truth,
without an echo
in annals
of tormented
ridicule,
Buried
as red flesh
without ashes
or speech,
no airs
only whispers
from crowds
who look away.
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