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Scott Clark, 7 june 2015

Shramana Karma

Fuddled feet on moldy banana,
found it be Shramana Karma.
Oh Fate, my blessed, then took me under,
Behemoth blunder, - legs asunder.
Body met ground we made wild wonder.
Oh, the thundah!
This Shramana Karma!

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Satish Verma, 7 june 2015

Sprouting Seeds

Turnover my secret past
I have to dig up my future
In the hour of crumbling walls and dark
clouds.

Pale moon becomes a beacon
in another version of solitude
where nobody speaks of sores and premature
death.

I stay away from twinkling stars,
from the blossoms of traveling night
and winds which are moving towards the
sky.

Sullied words will go for a conspiracy
making a ghost of my garden
where seeds are sprouting.

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Sujay Patekar, 6 june 2015

"You"

Peeking through the dusty sand,
like a mountain firm I stand.
Scorching heat turns into drops of dew,
but still I stand to catch a glimpse of You...

Slowly the dark clouds above me gather,
but I stay calm and I don't bother.
With a roar the skies then rain,
yet I stand cause its 'You' I have to gain...

Nomatter how hard the cold wind blows,
and nomatter how chilled my breath gets as it snows.
With my heels dug in the ground,
I shall wait for 'You' around...

For 'You' are nothing but my Second-half,
and 'You' are the reason why I joyfully laugh.
You are my relief and You are my comfort,
You are like an Oasis in the ruthless barren Desert...

When from far I take your glance,
in a jiffy I'm thrown in Trance.
And when You gradually towards me advance,
I don't want misfortune to take its chance.

So I run to hold You tight,
and no force can stop me with all its might...

I'm overwhelmed as you are nomore distant,
You look into my eyes and its the most beautiful instant.
Uncomfortable silence between us grows,
without saying a word I just hold You close.

A sigh of relief I give to finally have 'You' near by,
while I wonder- now I should live or peacefully die...

-Sujay Patekar
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Sujay Patekar, 6 june 2015

"Words"

My life is nothing but a jumble of words,
Like a hunter boggled while aiming at a flock of birds.
A wrong letter can change the complete sense,
A right one can take me across the fence.
A harsh word can make one insult-felt,
A sugar-mellowed tongue can make one's heart melt.
A high tone can fetch me with eyebrows raised,
A sober pitch can end the talk embraced.
At the end of the day, I wanna part with a smile,
So I choose my words that will win hearts as I pass while.
Its not just words that are fake and hollow,
But are the emotions on lips coming from a heart that's not shallow.

-Sujay Patekar
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Sujay Patekar, 6 june 2015

"Warrior"

Yes, I am a Warrior,
A Warrior of courage and hope.
Despair and fear are my adversaries,
And with destiny I have to cope.

I fight a battle as ruthless as them,
Who bravely make the enemies in their own blood sink.
Except, I don't wait for any orders to fire,
With gun as my pen & bullet as my ink.

I fight a war which began to never end,
In a place where you can run but never hide.
Only words to attack & words to defend,
The culprit who is our own dark side.

I write the cries, I write the laments,
I write the untold brutal tales.
When I rip off the veil of filthy lies,
Only the naked truth is what prevails.

Every malevolence is followed by guilt,
For strangling a million dreams.
I write those bruises given to the naive,
I bring to surface those buried screams.

I write of those who were shot to death,
Whose voices could never be heard.
That Father who was burnt before his son,
For the truth that he had uttered.

Every man is like another's reflection in water,
Just a few spoil it by the ripples.
Giving pain to the weak can give one a gait of a lion,
But deep-down inside he shamefully cripples.

For the muffled many in the here and the now,
I am a roar as I keep writing.
With gun as my pen & bullet as my ink,
I am a Warrior as I keep fighting...

-Sujay Patekar
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steve, 6 june 2015

"Whispers In The Wind"

If somehow there was more for us.. more than just a friend...
And I didn't have to hide it all.. from "whispers in the wind"
If somehow all the tears I've cried.. could wash away the pain...
And I could hold your hand in mine.. I wouldn't mind the rain,
If somehow I could change it all.. I'd make you love me too...
And it wouldn't be just in my dreams... I'm spending time with you,
If somehow you could see inside.. the person that I am...
It might be more than just a glance.. you might just "give a dam",
If somehow I could stop the pain.. this broken heart will feel...
Knowing you will never care.. and that I alway's will,
If somehow I could end it all.. I might just say goodbye...
I'm so damed tired of lonely.. and asking myself.. why.
sg

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Joe Breunig, 5 june 2015

Poem: Walk Through The Fire

Unexpected trials experienced in Life,
reveal the paths of Faith in each day;
purification of your soul by holy fire
insures useless stubble is burned away.

When giving yourself completely to Him,
the unholiness of the World can be shed;
consume God’s Word vigorously and often,
so that Biblical ideals fill your head.

Without His Godly wisdom and knowledge,
spiritual battles are normally difficult;
learn from the former lessons of others
to reduce the trauma of personal tumult.

From being able to walk through the fire,
your faith can exponentially soar higher.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
1 Pet 4:12-13; Prov 4:6-7

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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Gert Strydom, 5 june 2015

When the day at twilight dies

When the day at twilight dies
the night comes with a thousand eyes
as a glittering living thing.

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Satish Verma, 5 june 2015

Buried Silence

Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.

Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.

My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.

Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.

The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.

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Gert Strydom, 4 june 2015

Sincere and true love (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

Sincere and true love
has the power to move
where no other things can
and it's presence nothing can remove.

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Shramana Karma

Sprouting Seeds

"You"

"Words"

"Warrior"

"Whispers In The Wind"

Poem: Walk Through The Fire

When the day at twilight dies

Buried Silence

Sincere and true love (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

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