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Satish Verma, 24 april 2014
BROODING END
For the bird,
I knocked the cage to set it free.
My tryst,
with a nightmare begins.
It was me, dismembered
in sour death
where sorrow meets the sorrow.
Now rising, now falling, the delicate frame
on unseen wings
beneath the stars, above the moon.
The killing circle
of trampling wishes takes you nowhere. In cubicles
you are lost, recycled. The theme of projecting yourself
looks straight in your face. What next?
The time infects you mercilessly. Vaguely
you become aware of imminent chaos.
The hollow drums will beat endlessly.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 23 april 2014
From sad experience I do know (English Ballade)
(after Dorothy Parker)
Love causes far more pain
than mere sticks and stones
and when from your life she is gone
her memories and sometimes spite remains
Choir:
From sad experience I do know
that there might not be a more painful woe
than a female’s scorn, her anger and hate
and be very careful before it’s too late.
If you do not truly love her, then be aware
as with her you do really dare
as a female is a really dangerous pet
that does not have the ability to forget.
Even if your love is past and through
you are still trapped in a kind of fix,
she will throw at you more harmful things than bricks,
she will ransom you to what she thinks is due.
[Reference: “Ballade of the unfortunate man” by Dorothy Parker.]
Gert Strydom, 23 april 2014
The temptations
When He was hungry in the desert
every hungry man spoke along with the demon
when Satan appeared to Him.
When the whole world, the city lay beneath His feet
when that demon wanted Him to jump from that height
He did not want to use His own Godly power,
the light of God shined over Him.
God’s word was unlimited in His heart
when He was hungry in the desert,
when He did not want to create breads like the demon wanted
and did not want to tempt God.
When that demon wanted Him to jump from that height
He was already smitten by every hungry urge
with the cities of every human being beneath Him in the distance.
When Satan appeared to Him
(in His time of tiredness and amok)
the whole world was beneath Him
and He did not want to tempt God
and suddenly His hunger did disappear
when the words of God was in His mouth.
When He was hungry in the desert,
when He stood on the peak of a very high mountain
Jesus did know that He had to suffer,
the whole world was beneath Him,
the power of evil was sophisticated,
and the devil subtle with each suggestion.
When Satan appeared to Him
Jesus did know that He could not avoid the crucifixion.
To express His love for His fellow-man
Jesus did know that He had to suffer
and the light of God was on His face
and the horizon was the border of his eye.
When He was hungry in the desert,
when Satan appeared to Him
He did not want to impress anyone
when the whole world, the city lay beneath His feet.
To express His love for His fellow-man
He did not want to use His own godly power.
Gert Strydom, 23 april 2014
When He hanged crucified
When the one who was truth,
whose commands
created light and everything
hanged crucified
selfless He asked God
to forgive them
who was crucifying Him innocently
and as darkness befall Him
He cried: “My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?”
and He the Son of God died
for the sins of the world.
Satish Verma, 23 april 2014
APPLE PICKING
Immenseness of the contrast –
from blue eyes to red apples,
(we must stop apple picking!)
from smashed leg to a stone wall –
squanders the soft toys of time.
A peach colored queen lies in state
from centuries
to be buried in a golden casket.
Poverty of words,
hunts for the meaning, rhyme and consonance.
I drink darkness from the white lips.
Green eyes will find,
a sun at last.
The urn is broken.
The scented hairs cover my face –
tendrils of a brute fate.
A mutilated mirror will reflect the distorted history
of man, through the ages of dust
and wounds. The earth was riveting the god.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 22 april 2014
When my eyes do not remember the gazes in yours
When my eyes do not remember the gazes in yours,
when my ears become deaf to your voice,
when my hands are without feeling
for the softness of your body,
when your words do not overwhelm me anymore,
when your smile do not enchant my day
then the mother-earth
will be the place where I rest,
where I will be aware of nobody and nothing.
Satish Verma, 22 april 2014
WHAT COMPARISON?
The displaced years
cling
to your body
like an extended death.
I wanted to see
what could not be seen
by clutching.
the lifeless doubts.
Emotions play:
potentials are threatened.
Remaining alert becomes a
punishment. I grieve for the dementia,
the night yawns. The walking trees
start swapping the roots. Folds of sorrow
whisper of morality.
The apocalyptic prophecy wants to know:
“Have you ever seen the hell? ”
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 21 april 2014
LAKE SONG
Nothing makes or breaks now.
I will not know you
on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder.
There was no speck of endurance. The wind
falls with agonizing thud.
The dusk was hoisting the white waves.
Time to make peace.
Moon will make an appearance
with a veiled threat.
A bleached skeleton on the sand
wriggles to become alive
like the bitterness.
After a midnight death of a battered
probe, it was time to give a final call.
A fire will freeze like a rose
in the wraps of black waters.
The folk singer was coming.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 april 2014
FOR A DENIAL
It rained all night.
Heaving up the dawn immaculately, at my window
the lake crashed on white sands.
A lone tree
smelt of mist and grief.
A fury had submerged a road
leading to a forgotten childhood.
Knives and pins
clouds and bins-
a hate crime erupts between the teeth.
You meditate sitting on an anthill
to recover the lost bones.
Why don’t you leave the country
for good,
the empty vessel, incense and dirty coins?
For conceptual pain, the snake licks the breasts
of a white goddess, with a forked tongue
for sweet milk.
The hungry womanhood cries holding on to morality.
The memory leaks.
You go back to your gods
for renunciation.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 19 april 2014
WATCHING A GALAXY
I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known.
Winds start a virgin dance
of reeds.
There was a music for a monk
I prepare myself
to run into the storm.
You are not, what you pretend to be
and I also don’t need to see the ugly inside.
Enigma for apology,
to erode the authority-
for which you carry a mask, to beat the truth.
Where and when we will meet
for interpretations? Sleep may bring
a quick death of a nova
unravel the secret
of a flying prayer.
Satish Verma
Latest comments:
22 november 2025
Jaga
Nie wiem czy odmrożenie wystarczy :))
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I tam jeszcze inni oni mieszają.
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Może wdepną w coś miękkiego.
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violetta
Warto rozpalać;)
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Aczkolwiek obojętne, ale lubię ten nastrój:)
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Przedsmak białych świąt.
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Całkiem niezła ta podpałka.
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na głodzie, to nawet jak się tli, to się pali...
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Świetny wiersz, pełen sugestywnych, otwierających
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Tli.
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z nazwy wynika, że to karma aniołów...:))
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