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Satish Verma, 19 may 2015
Charred Mistakes
Inside me, I take a turn.
By tightening the noose
hangman feels liberated.
In the grave, charred mistakes
waking under the massive ashes
of slaughtered sun, grieve
for the light. Time was death.
Every lovely tree was time,
leaving footprints on our existence.
Seeing the stillness in total eternity
like the calm lake dying on the
other side of the truth.
Of the dismembered faith,
and fear of future, and action
to move with the higher lies.
Gert Strydom, 18 may 2015
When first she came into my sight
(after WilliamWordsworth)
It was at the beginning of the night
when first she came into my sight
and at the moment when we met
her car’s lights were shining bright,
her hair was in the twilight golden fair
and the wind did bring chilliness to the air
while her eyes like golden stars did shine
as if to them there had never been a care.
and somehow I was lost and in love
when with a brilliant smile she did my heart move
and I was dumbstruck by this apparition, angel, and woman
with a depth of emotion that nothing can remove
and the expression of her face
did at a nearer view bring her greater grace
while she acted with adult spirit and liberty
and she was a beauty and not commonplace
and she acted with strength and goodwill
did talk with knowledge and did act with skill
and was gay, thoughtful and bright
and with great love my heart did fill.
[Reference: “She was phantom of delight” by WilliamWordsworth.]
Satish Verma, 18 may 2015
Echo
He refused to yield,
and the stars were burning hot.
Night was foggy, and the moon was hiding.
His white, shriveled hands
held the center of gravity.
Obsessively he anchored himself
in the muddled egos and bleeding knives.
Somebody was shouting that the legend
was a big fake.
The pardon will not work. Death was
still sleeping. They were searching
the saboteur when the sun went down.
Winds were in coma.
The ink rolled back from the warrant.
Two faces of pain, right and wrong,
fear and agony, all were him.
He had nothing to hide, nothing to declare.
Walked away in the high tide
in raining abuses, in hurting slogans,
and found his past, buried deep
in the ravines, where only the echo comes back.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2015
Recall
The men were pulled out
from homes,
died on road,
burned to bones and ashes.
At the behest of tall,
unforgiving state.
Compulsion of armchair and mansion
distorts, the regrets
of centuries.
The stones,
blameless flowers,
spurting blood
do not recall any God.
Magdalena S., 17 may 2015
Żona mrozu
kimkolwiek
kwiatem bzu
ostem kolczastym
zapomnianym mleczem
pomyliłam się
nie ma ucieczki
nie ma litości
w sercu mym
kim
jestem
malowana
czerwono-czarna
jego farbami
ja
nikt
kocica śniąca
czarownica stara
młódka i niewiasta
niema
bzdura
apatyczna pani snu
umarła lata temu
Satish Verma, 16 may 2015
Becoming Nobody
In search of a missing clock
he went to the city of a fake encounter.
It was irrelevant to find
the lost tunnel.
There was no street without a rustle.
The sap of tall trees had bloomed
into jaws of death.
He stepped on a land mine
and blew himself
to reach the truth.
And his gift was an
apostate of me.
The tenth day moon will
celebrate my becoming nobody.
The rivals will have
a field day
dancing on my shroud.
Satish Verma, 15 may 2015
Give Me
They were burned alive.
Most cherished to me,
betraying the functionality of a system,
interstitial asphyxiation took place.
In the garb of a garlanded saint
a gun booms.
The death is rolled from tongue to tongue.
flying limbs get strung on trees.
A faith was in flames,
somebody leapt from the inferno
with folded hands, to melt into a stone
reaching nowhere.
Non-particles were becoming visible
parting the sky.
Nostalgia was possessed with belief of non-believers,
a thought without a thinker.
I am taking liberty, O God
give me something to live!
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2015
A cat as a companion for tea
When tea is made at half past seven
and again at eleven
he comes from the grass where he has been hiding
or from a tree down he comes sliding,
purring with agate eyes in a haze
as if the whole world is caught in his gaze
and suddenly the black and white housecat is there
while he steps purring nearer with great care
and lovingly he brushes against my legs
with those huge green eyes that begs
for some hot tea
and again at half past three
I have my cat’s loving company.
Gert Strydom, 14 may 2015
I am weak
I am weak but when You are with me I am mighty
and I am bound by my own insecurity
by the terrible things that life does bring
but when You are with me I am totally free,
free from each and every worry
and Lord, with You beside me
there is nothing that I cannot overcome
and then I am the man that I am supposed to be.
Lord, You do lift me up from where I do fall
and with You beside me I am tall,
while You do straighten the way
and all of my troubles seem insignificant small
and Lord, You are my only friend
when all others do me forsake
and You do see me through to the end
and do my own part take
with you love, power and dignity.I am weak but when You are with me I am mighty
and I am bound by my own insecurity
by the terrible things that life does bring
but when You are with me I am totally free,
free from each and every worry
and Lord, with You beside me
there is nothing that I cannot overcome
and then I am the man that I am supposed to be.
Lord, You do lift me up from where I do fall
and with You beside me I am tall,
while You do straighten the way
and all of my troubles seem insignificant small
and Lord, You are my only friend
when all others do me forsake
and You do see me through to the end
and do my own part take
with you love, power and dignity.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2015
Condemned
For human face of death
umbilical cord need not
extend. The darkness takes care of
unblemished ghost of sun.
Intergalactic scan remains unseared,
trench warfare continues unabashedly.
Between brothers, the greed calls
for incendiary attacks, for total annihilation.
To achieve the illusion, the blurred statement
feeds the imagination. Deaddiction starts
a race. Deafness of the tunnel. The black
knees crawling on coals.
No night was safe from the condemned suicide.
The creator had the absurd designs.
Why not now the confessional stick,
to beat the darkness? Memory of light
becoming stronger. Give me your hand
to reach the ceremonial peak.
Latest comments:
17 january 2026
sam53
myślę że to jeszcze nie koniec tegorocznej
17 january 2026
podoba mi się komentarz... dzięki :)
17 january 2026
Weronika
Nie ma zależności. Podobno.
17 january 2026
violetta
Kiedy będzie to niewiadomo:)
17 january 2026
O tak:)
17 january 2026
Dziękuję i pozdrawiam:)
16 january 2026
Jaga
Bogactwo błędów, ileż to szkół otwartych...
16 january 2026
Szybko się psują :))
16 january 2026
Stary zegar w czasie przyszłym już dokonanym,
16 january 2026
Nieobliczalny, choć mierzony w milisekundach:)
16 january 2026
Uznali, że nie warto wskrzeszać przeszłości.
16 january 2026
smokjerzy
smycz już się wydłużyła...:)
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