Satish Verma, 14 august 2013
Basking in brothels of mighty corridors,
who was seeking an annulment
of lemon grass for enquiring into the
genesis of mutilation?
It was a terrifying situation for
a smell, drifting on the tarrif of
polity when fingers were busy
to dig in the flesh of victims.
Cleric wants to dictate the rhyme
of poetry distilled from anger.
Hundreds of thousands of monarchs were flying
in defence of dementia. The age was awry of death.
Close your eyes and listen to the sound
of melting. Somebody is drawing the green blood.
Dismembered, I swagger barefoot
on the steps of black clouds to take revenge.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2013
Sometimes when the clouds draw tightly together
time slips past me
and you wander into my thoughts
and then I want to be with you
and cover your mouth with kisses
and then you are right against me
and I am on very deep ground
when we do discover something secret.
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2013
After wandering we are one,
after the days of youth,
I have found my dear love in you
while days linger in truth,
and the early summer is gone
while true as azimuth
our love is in all that we do,
it’s without an untruth.
Gert Strydom, 13 august 2013
She has a kind of purity, innocence,
and her sheer loveliness at times makes her glow,
as something precious with a evanescence,
to her the gods did a kind of grace bestow,
shining golden as the sun every tress
does twirling their soft sheer gentleness express,
as constantly she acts very eloquent;
together we are until the night is spent.
Satish Verma, 13 august 2013
it was widening,
the rift, between waves and ocean:
the resilience of depth was going
to challenge the height of winds
on the beach
i stand against the sun
empowered to face a solar eclipse
unreal, something was sinister in the
shape of the house,
the child walks whole life to find
a door, the shock of the rape of a
moon in a prayer room, i drown
in birth of vision,
the hump of knives, in throats and
speech, you want freedom to pack the
dead body of floral tribute of words
Satish Verma
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 12 august 2013
Bad days do not last long,
One should have patience,
To overcome them all.
As the day ends,
Darkness rules all over,
But not for long.
With the change of seasons,
Winter brings about chill,
But not for long.
Trees shed off leaves,
Appear like dead trees,
But not for long.
Hurdles emerge in life,
Rays of hope seem shadowed,
But never for long.
[Published in ‘Buzzle’ on 8 August 2013
This poem was chosen as "Poem Hunter Member Poem of the Day" on 13 August 2013]
Gert Strydom, 12 august 2013
Roses bloom in the spring sun,
their fragrance attracts bee upon bee,
morning glories climb up on the veranda
but much more pretty you are,
as if of loveliness the source
and eternally I would stay and love you
if only I could.
Gert Strydom, 12 august 2013
You are lovelier than any other woman
that I in all of my life have ever known,
and I as only a normal kind of man
measure your shining eyes that are golden-brown
and do all of the greatest things that I can,
I even notice on your face the smallest frown,
as deep in my heart you are the only one,
with eyes shining as golden bright as the sun.
Gert Strydom, 12 august 2013
When I notice you in deep sleep
you have a fragile look
while shining are the brightest stars,
and mumbling is the brook
while outside the night-sky does weep;
in love you did me hook,
shadows are thrown by passing cars,
like a tale in a book.
Satish Verma, 12 august 2013
sometime I watch
the fear held aloft by you, possessed,
you try to protect yourself from you in vain,
very thirsty, white
hydrangeas on your lips tremble, exhaust
their need for clouds in blue eyes, pale
fountain gives up
tumult of sand grains for high skilled
white god of snow who could not prevent
a land slide all morning,
my bones still do not agree for a
marrow withdrawl for an emptied leukaemia
hidebound, rapacious
in the chaste tree, stuck by night grab,
the bright stars fall one by one on ice
Satish Verma
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