Satish Verma, 24 july 2013
Coming to cephalic withdrawl,
sharing a deadly delusion,
O my world -
I will not ask,
I will not take back.
For my own liberation, I will set you free.
I am reversing myself,
my battles are still raging.
The flames have reached the tallest branches,
naked in sky:
Verga, why the drops are not going to come down?
Going alone in the woods,
to find the skeletons, in the shades of grief,
a deathless comp of apostates,
to start a revolution, we become
carpenters, carving totems.
The question marks are increasing
in wrinkles. On the shoulders of a lone tree
a black bird sings to an old moon.
Are there any worlds beyond the stars?
Inspired by a poem of famous urdu poet Allama Iqbal
ABHI ISHQ KE IMTIHAN AUR BHE HAIN
SITARON KE AAGAI JAHAN AUR BHE HAIN
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 23 july 2013
She was like a girl lost happily
in a attic,
when she told me of her childhood, of things
that catch and trick,
of some magic bottles in the pantry,
her tongue did lick
her lips in great excitement, we looked
at some semi-precious rocks, she was hooked
on a blue necklace of glowing sapphire,
amazing hued,
with a unknown fire in its blazing depths,
we were then glued
to imaginings, flights of fantasy;
just by some blued
gemstones that catch the eye in their sparkling
and being with her was quite exciting.
Gert Strydom, 23 july 2013
I have found a kind of pure innocence
in your bright eyes,
in your words great sincerity and truth,
you tell no lies,
I will not stare at you, vex your feelings,
act grave and wise
but just want to know the depths of your soul,
find happiness in a world that is foul.
Gert Strydom, 23 july 2013
We did linger in each others company
for long moments,
I could bring smiles to the faces of others,
but my comments
did not do a thing to your lovely face,
even events
of happy times were only slipping past you
and I wondered about what to do?
In the strangeness behind you pretty eyes
I want to dwell,
to explore the world that’s inside your head,
I do know well
that there are things that are hidden, that we
do not just tell,
the things in our lives, even if just small,
help us to rise high and to slip and fall.
Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
Like a Godly sign
of tranquil illustrious sanctity
a shadow falls over me
and it’s falling further and further
and the moon does colour
to copper-red,
the light becomes dark
and stars near to the eclipse
become visible in brought daylight.
There is darkness falling over the earth
as far as my eyes can see
while the moon does extinguish the sun
and the sun becomes black
in a full eclipse
and the sun has a photosphere
with a blue-white hue
that hangs around it.
It’s almost as if God Himself
is holding out His hand
and now creates a shadow
to protect the earth
from a flaming star.
What great events
are now waiting upon this earth
that is torn by wars,
by disasters, suffering and human misery?
Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
or imagine
but to me
I is for immoral.
I have experienced people
deceiving each other
being depraved and dissolute
for advancement,
to make money
and just for the fun of it.
Acting as if there is no God
and without conscience
as if satisfaction to the self
is all that there is to life.
Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
On God’s holy day I went to church
and got a great sermon there
and there were strangers from everywhere
and I had been in company
with Him who knows everything
who sees my life for what it is
and peace, love and tranquillity
became my very own
Gert Strydom, 22 july 2013
When water falls as streams
out of the air,
when thunder roars ominous
from the blue sky
the earth at times
are covered by clouds of fog
that blots out everything
and somewhere in this world
you and I are caught up
in our own small existence
while God folds His hand over His world
and constantly controls the weather
and it feels like an experiment
into which we are cornered
while a fierce struggle,
rages about the earth.
Satish Verma, 22 july 2013
Today,
small things ask some uncomfortable
questions. I enter the eye of a wound.
Unscathed, will i obey the law
of believing; the round mirror?
It reflects the absolute truth?
Consolations,
they begin the attack in the valley
of thoughts; words, were hung
over the paper, spill the ink
like blood on the street.
Who will lift the corpse?
Words on the wings;
let them drop
like stones, like knives. The flesh is raw,
bones white a century is going to sing.
Satish Verma
Devon McElveen, 21 july 2013
In this world full of hatred,
May we find a glimmer of peace?
This death, fear and anguish,
Will it ever truly cease?
As humans we wage war,
War that tears apart our nations.
And we wait for it to end,
Through misguided patience.
For centuries we have fought,
Fought against sisters and brothers.
Shedding blood, spreading hate
Killing one another.
But it seems we are growing,
Growing as a whole.
This peace that is dreamed of,
One day we shall fit this mold.
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