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Mish Quadri, 1 march 2015
The Path to Her Soul
The Path To Her Soul
The path to her soul is written in the heavens....
in every star in the sky.
Only one soul with the grace of the Gods can reach the light that burns in the depths of her being.
Unconditional love is the language that her soul speaks.......
The One with the courage and strength of a hero can conquer the obstacles she has placed along the path of her soul.
The most ardent of hearts with the spirit of a master can envelop her.........
elevating her soul to a place of utter joy and peace.
There is only One that sings the song of her heart........
The only One that can walk the path to her soul.
Satish Verma, 1 march 2015
PINK CITY
Burnt-out myths in the old city
are stitching the lips of people.
Pink walls smell like blood.
Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless
deity on throne. Marigolds
are soaked in flowing tears.
Innocent wheels riding against blast,
stand still to measure
the half-life of seizures.
Cult was spreading in place,
fingers and cells Dynasties inheriting
the bleached fathers.
The ages rot under the sculptors.
We walk on water, wordless, sightless
for the thin hope.
Satish Verma, 28 february 2015
BECOME MY FATHER
He did not want to climb the spiral helix,
a son will be born without him.
He said I want to become my father
and see the decline.
How for shall we go to investigate?
An infant wrapped up in plastic explosive
was going to be presented on dais.
An unclothed carcass was lying between you and me,
body donated for the study
of failing restraints. How death would behave
in broad daylight?
The vasectomy did not work. Testosterone was
still flowing.
Reading Kafka, peanuts!
We have come near emptiness
of a tree, hollowed by white ants.
Satish Verma, 27 february 2015
CORPSE IS BEING SENT
In the stand-off
between stolen history
and presiding deity
priest was hanged, while a blue cloud
was shedding the yellow moon.
Who was selling god on the road?
A tall coconut tree was my home;
all but your mouth was shut.
Face to face I am ready to leak
the secret of panic attack in open space,
it rips open the unhealed wounds.
The shot holes on the walls
were still bleeding.
I am getting visions of birds, trees and hills.
A pacific coast was punished
for not joining the conflict.
Corpse is being sent on shores.
Joe Breunig, 26 february 2015
Poem: Intimacy with God
Not paralyzed with constraints of obligation,
I’m able to converse with my Lord on any topic.
Towards me, His ongoing Love is without reserve;
new mercies flow- with a Grace that is melodic.
Inside each of us, is a God-shaped hole,
which can be satisfied by Him exclusively;
nothing in Life is off-limits with Jehovah,
for He alone examines our hearts and sees
what is invisible to others- inner desires
to drawer closer in relationship with Him!
Empowered through my oneness with God, my…
soul is unconcerned about Life growing thin.
Mindsets of ‘Secular versus Sacred’ attitudes,
will diminish my joy and impact my victories-
since He involved with details of daily living,
I can still overcome the past of my history.
Two keys for intimacy with God are well known:
grasping His Truth and spending personal time
with Him and His Word regularly, in order to…
reach the peak of: Faith’s mountainous climb.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Eph 6:10; John 10:27
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 26 february 2015
CORPSE IS BEING SENT
In the stand-off
between stolen history
and presiding deity
priest was hanged, while a blue cloud
was shedding the yellow moon.
Who was selling god on the road?
A tall coconut tree was my home;
all but your mouth was shut.
Face to face I am ready to leak
the secret of panic attack in open space,
it rips open the unhealed wounds.
The shot holes on the walls
were still bleeding.
I am getting visions of birds, trees and hills.
A pacific coast was punished
for not joining the conflict.
Corpse is being sent on shores.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2015
AFRAID OF UNKNOWN
A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
I took everything, without choosing,
a flag of my territory fluttered
without wind.
Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips
cryless eyes.
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident.
A satellite crashes in midsky.
A star in waste was rising.
Multiple setbacks start,
like the botched transplant.
Thieves were active in dark alleys.
Kicked at slump bodies, like
sleeping on road.
I was always afraid of unknown.
Gert Strydom, 24 february 2015
The lightning falls with the rain
The lightning falls with the rain
with a thundering sound
and something of its essence does remain
within the ground
and there is life within every living thing
while new buds does appear in spring
and from early morning the sun does glow
when the Lord does His goodwill bestow
and yet my love you are away from me
while I do experience nature’s bountiful beauty
and in my heart there is a kind of pain
while I do not know where my life is going
but still the tokens of our love is all around
while nights and days does into each other flow.
Satish Verma, 24 february 2015
BLACKENED CROZIER
Let it remain
ovarian pure. After strangulating
the truth,
for hypoxic euphoria.
Flies in your face
the dirt,
the denial, the terracota
of superposition of speech
hiding self-interest.
Blackened crozier
for wrinkeled crotch
drops the ashes of love
on unopened buds.
Weeping willow sways
in warm winds of prayers.
Strawberry in holes
nothing like bruise.
Satish Verma, 23 february 2015
BOAT CAPSIZES
Stammering quarrel
with classical fluidity,
fails to measure the uncertainty.
I was finding my rocks,
that chunk of certainty
in midstream,
when you were not sailing with me.
The wait,
stirs high the separated pain.
Boat capsizes on high sea,
churning the eyes.
Suspense was killing
behind the veil.
Half-belief
half-truth
sustained the spirit, kept
possibility at bay.
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