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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 june 2015

The Nirvana

Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer.
Still the negative effect prevails
increasing the confusion.
Existence in now, has a travesty of truth.
Can we breakaway from our past?

Can we exist between right and wrong?
Between good and evil?
Between truth and fiction?
How many faces has reality?
The Self amalgamates the formulations
provides the mind with the safe exits.

The visualization
was not a happening, not actuality
an escape from pain & reality?
The thoughts were always disturbing
creating a false identity.
Thoughtless self had no movement.
Was that the nirvana?
The final moksha?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 june 2015

Dying Beautifully

I stay connected out of the body,
with fireworks,
to widen the relativity,
to read the language of fear.
Death of a tree was mourned
by leaves in shadow.
The dew lies awake crying.

The town was disappearing
without a dialogue
with past, we were digging our heritage.
In search of roots
life was killing the tomorrow.
You an answer seeking
which was not yet born.
Over the mind
an ancient prayer floats.

The house was on fire
the words cannot cover the flaming body.
It was dying beautifully.
The space between the memories
will shrink and we will destroy
the ugly calender.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 june 2015

Found Yourself

A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time.
You were too shy to die, to feel
the anguish and bliss of death.
Something inside you springs
into a tree for a half-life.
The search for the meaning of life
takes roots in calamities.

They get back at you, the paranoids
on the horizon line, where the galaxy
meets the paradox, the void, the fear.
Any physical possibility generates the sparks.
The realization takes you back in mud and grass
outside the body to rest in peace.
The formless listening, seeing without objects
furthers hyperesthesia.

You have found yourself in emptiness!


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David Martinez

David Martinez, 28 june 2015

The Shadows of Light

The King and Queen
look upon their day,
The gypsies and jokers
sing songs of praise

The sorcerers of evil
cast curses and spells,
The slaves pull up water
from the wishing wells

The monks and priests
pray glory to the kingdom,
The prisoners down below
cry in agony for freedom

The darkness swallows
up the light,
As the day
crawls into night


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 june 2015

Easy To Forget

Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen
why can’t we measure ourselves?
Measure the unseen depth?
Not for gain, not for bliss.
For inner tranquility, moving into the time
where living and dead meet.

The silhouette of cicrcling hawk was frightening
the Sun was wilting
and I had entered into a lonely sky.
The flash of insight burned my thoughts.
I must count my gifts.
Time was ruining my creases.

Here was a naked truth
unclothed by time
beyond the innocence of age.
You were walking on the planks of emptiness,
inviting death.
Was it so easy to die?
Easy to forget the unforgetful?
Your loaded years falling away?


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steve

steve, 27 june 2015

"If Only"

If only things were different.. you might still be here...
And I could set the world on fire.. instead of shedding tears,
If only I'd of listened.. to things you had to say...
Instead of rushing out the door.. to the same thing everyday,
If only I could see you.. and look into your eye's...
I'd never let you get away.. there'd be no more goodbye's,
If only I could have one chance.. to do it all again...
I didn't know the hour glass.. was running out of sand,
If only I'd of shown... the love I have for you...
Instead of somehow thinking.. that you already knew,
If only it was not too late.. and I never had to say...
Those two words I've come to hate...  that haunt me everyday.
                                          sg


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 june 2015

A Tear Drop

Dying daily in eternity
for it to be,
a tear dropp held all the pain of life.
You were lost in words,
between the phrases
time was in, time was out.

The color, the theme was fading,
a seduced century
contriving the reasons to commit
the destruction of self-being.
I was struggling to empty my mind
completely.

To remain human in the loneliness
of ruins
I want to walk straight.


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Lauwo George

Lauwo George, 26 june 2015

When The Sun Shine

Nothing hides underneath
When it shines on the Earth beneath.
When the sun shines so bright
Life becomes a glee that unfurls upright

It shines on our art, as well as in the hearts
Painting colors everywhere,
Its light delves deeper, into inner heights
And enlightens the dark side of our senses.

Forgotten smiles reappear at sunrise
Stirring up happiness from its lair to arise
As patting and partying ensue devoid of false disguise
Because sheer delight from sunlight is the only excuse.


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Lauwo George

Lauwo George, 26 june 2015

Smile Ye Fineland

Smile Fineland,
Smile you land of finesse,
Smile for your shining beauty,
Smile and keep on smiling.

Smile you land of waters
Smile and show your happy tears
Smile, for nothing have you to fear
Smile and your echoes shall reach far.

Smile for the cuteness of your culture,
Smile and let your silent smile Speak volumes,
Smile for the entire world to envy you.

When hailstorms start falling
And trees and waters turn stiff white
Smile, smile until the winter
Pause you smiling.


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Lauwo George

Lauwo George, 26 june 2015

Black Dot

A shapeless hapless black dot

The black ants within the dot
Move so sluggish like dull maggots
Without any proper direction or precaution.
They beg and beg from other dots afar
Beg technologies, machineries and white paint
Their mind and blood too black to invent
And white paint won’t change their blackness.

White ants within the white dots
Make the whole pot sparkling clean, so sheen
Their mind and blood painted white and right
They have huge heads to invent and innovate.
Will the black dot outshine the white dots one day?


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