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Gert Strydom, 7 october 2014

Making tea

The kettle hisses like a life snake
with steam evaporating, almost burning my hand
while I am pouring the hot water into two cups
and I do not remember
if it’s Joko or Five Roses,
(it doesn’t matter anyhow)
and I put the kettle down
but before I can put some cream or milk in
you cuddle me from behind
with your perfume, your body against mine,
your presence,
later is all that is in my mind
and sugar is added
before I press the teabags with a teaspoon
and stir both cups
and there’s something in the taste
something special when your eyes
tell me that you do enjoy that cup of tea.

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Gert Strydom, 7 october 2014

The waves comes rushing from the sea

The waves comes rushing from the sea
they brush against me
licking my toes, touching my feet
and there’s something sweet
in the light sea breeze
that frizzles through my hair.

Washing in and out
the foam comes back and forth
where you stand
to me like Eve
but dressed in black a designer bikini
and the light in your eyes
is brighter than the clear blue sky
and the sun twinkles
on your teeth that shines more pure
than pearl

and some might call it love
if we could give expressions
to the feelings of that which are between us
and to me you are lovely
as if sent as an angelic being
to act out some of God’s great mysteries
and while you smile at me
the hissing sea, the blue sky
and your presence
brings utter joy.

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Satish Verma, 7 october 2014

THE WHEEL

He was very thin, half naked, one arm
broken, glasses cracked.
Early morning an owlet will land over its head
And give a long hoot.

The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle
in the eyes.

A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth,
drinking goat’s milk and raising cotyledons
of guiltless faith.

Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet.
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 6 october 2014

Tonight I try to remember

Tonight I try to remember
how it tastes to kiss you
and the sensation
when tongues braid around each other
and the soft caress and heat
of lips upon lips.

Tonight I do miss you
but yet you are here in my heart and you fragrance
is caught in my thoughts
and I try to forget how much I do long for you.

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Gert Strydom, 6 october 2014

You sit with your legs astride on ground

You sit with your legs astride on ground
while compact disks are spread out around you
searching for a song that you long for,
wanting to find deeper meaning in music
and through the open window the wind blows in
causing your hair to cover part of your face
and you move your head
while I draw you to your feet
and there are small devils that dance in your eyes
when you lips burn
full of promises under mine.

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Satish Verma, 6 october 2014

THE DIFFERENCE

I was watching a flight of swans
in a neat row over the horizon.

You were counting the pebbles on the beach.
Sun will shortly crease the clouds,
but first let us decide for our starving existence
how far is our home?

I cannot assemble the broken mirror,
the splinters have twisted images.
Somebody knocks out a tomb in sand,
and I wait for a giant wave to wash
out the traces.

The death offers the final peace.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 5 october 2014

OMAR-2

Give me something to chew,
a savage numbness
is engulfing my brain.
Water level was rising
and the time of rented happiness
was over.

Pheromones were showing true likeness
in hate,
violence was brilliantly portrayed
and death was hideous.

Attachedment assumes a blast,
stares me in empty eyes,
hurling silence with invisible force.

Give me something to drink
like moonlight. It is very hot here.
I am walking downhill
to roll back the rock.

Satish Verma

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Bunny Crunch, 4 october 2014

Smoky

A four year old stood on the beach
Asking for a cigarette
Seeing my frown, she said with a smile
Daddy does it. He's my hero.

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Satish Verma, 4 october 2014

Isful ah-ness!

Winter has stopped indulging.
Brown body of summer
longs for the full lips of moon.
I become saddened
tracking time.

Desire is now a temple
outraged by sun
starts a dialogue with winds.

Grey hills kill the songs
and empty life again fills in
the cargo of memories.

Silence is cool, ticks like a clock
breaks a stone
and melts into night.

I prepare to die again
amidst the disguises of fidelities.

* A Phrase from Les Murray.

Satish Verma

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mvvenkataraman, 3 october 2014

I am Certain that Life is Uncertain

Precious peace, I badly need
As that only gives me solace
Now, a sad life, I just lead
No joy comes to embrace

I hoped, but lost totally
I tried and was defeated
Fate failed me brutally
My mirth got deleted

Failure and loss often arrive
And present me with tears
From God, peace, I derive
But, stay with me fears

Lost is guts increasing doubts
Dead is mirth that is buried
Worry accumulates debts
Soul is crucified, not freed

My life just goes on and on
Dawn arrives just regularly
My peace and faith are gone
I pray to get bliss surely.

mvvenkataraman

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Making tea

The waves comes rushing from the sea

THE WHEEL

Tonight I try to remember

You sit with your legs astride on ground

THE DIFFERENCE

OMAR-2

Smoky

Isful ah-ness!

I am Certain that Life is Uncertain

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