Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2013
Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
Satish Verma, 2 october 2013
One wardrobe malfunction
was a blast, a kill;
undressing imagination.
I was ready for an ambush.
Like boa's grip, entwined, strangulating,
hardly breathing. I am in blue water
like a humpback whale;
donot go for the revenge.
It was not the fabric of flesh
hair and bones. I was tasting
the ash falling off the forehead
of a fallen saint.
The smile was going up for sale
in a gulp of greed.
Tomorrow morning I will find
amnion shaved on street.
Satish Verma
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 1 october 2013
Born to our great motherland India,
We regard you as 'Father of the Nation'.
Your greatness was your simplicity,
Your life was an example of integrity.
You followed the teachings of ‘Gita’,
Kabiguru entitled you ‘Mahatma’.
Gandhiji, we love to call you ‘Bapu’,
We, the nation, pay homage to you.
[Published in ‘iBuzzle’ on 1 October 2013]
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2013
From my mother I got love that is endless,
that comes selflessly in silent sacrifice
and some people see this as insignificant
but Dad far too early was missing in death
and of him I sometime just have knowledge;
.his qualities come as a suggestion.
From mother
Discipline and zeal comes to meaning,
her steadfastness is a strange thing
in a world where people do not keep themselves in check.
I know what love is, in the forgiveness
of mother.
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2013
From my mother I got love that is endless,
that comes selflessly in silent sacrifice
and some people see this as insignificant
but Dad far too early was missing in death
and of him I sometime just have knowledge;
.his qualities come as a suggestion.
From mother
Discipline and zeal comes to meaning,
her steadfastness is a strange thing
in a world where people do not keep themselves in check.
I know what love is, in the forgiveness
of mother.
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2013
Mother, I am tired to come with empty hands to you
and it worries me that life passes so quickly
but to me you are always available
and sometimes my life is in disorder.
and I keep knocking at your door
and it is with an open heart that you are giving every thing
as never your love does end
when like a mere child you wipe off my tears.
I do not know how to say thank you for a life-time
and its only empty words that I am laying at you feet
but like you I do not know any other woman
and maybe I will always cling
to love that is honourable and sincere
and keeps guiding me to God in a world of darkness.
Satish Verma, 1 october 2013
A leached amputee
living with stumps of flawless
dying.
Round and round, blindfolded
moving in circle, drawn by rhyming
bells.
Perhaps you need to suffer
with the drunken race of
snipers.
I am in the silent valley of
barefoot secrets where moon waits to
die.
The poppies will buy the bullets,
a gift to unending kiss of
grief.
Tell every vulture on the tree,
there is endless arrival of
feasts.
Satish Verma
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