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Ailill, 31 july 2014

Wind Rushes In

A symphony of violin
strings vibrate.

The bustle buzz of a housefly
rattles and hisses up the windpipe.

Internal schisms
project a cadence
in rhythm.

In spaces between

a flock of birds
convert to
subjects and verbs;

clothing the suchness of things
with butterfly wings,

seeding the garden
with meaning.

Unity denied,
seeing with two eyes
signs that signify

waves that lap the shorelines.

Standing on higher ground
to avoid being drowned,
water seeps through
magnetic pulls of me and you.

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Satish Verma, 30 july 2014

DISASTER AND AFTER

What is the relevance now
to live for a cause?
Epicenter has changed.
They were altering the human gene.

Butterflies, the lips of squealing
babies. I was very fond of monarchs,
flying in huge clouds, settling like
a drizzle on pink rose bushes.

What do you want to achieve
by cold-blooded murder of the sleek geniuses?
Death was smiling. You deny the god’s script
in the temple of your faith?

Nascent crimes are still rising
in the face of human suffering.
After the earthquake, in the rubble
we let them come, the young shoots.

Satish Verma

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Tinker Bell, 29 july 2014

Someday

Someday you may understand,
A hope is in my heart

Someday you may see those eyes,
A bundle of questions unasked

Someday you may see the heart,
A lot of love, hatred and childhood

Someday you may feel,
An evergreen’s life’s need.

~For my mother

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Tinker Bell, 29 july 2014

Smiles

Sometimes I think of collecting smiles..

Sometimes I think I might find it under your pillow,
Or in the tea I made for you.
Sometimes I wonder If you find it
When I simply smile at you.

I find mine in your warm hugs,
When you say you love me too,
I find it in your light.
And at the doors of your heart.

~For my mother

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Gert Strydom, 29 july 2014

Around us the whispering rain falls

Around us the whispering rain falls
during a Cape winter
with the wind blowing gusty
shaking the windows in their frames.

Sometimes the sieving rain glitter
like pearls in your hair
in the bright candle light

and the heat of the fireplace
is like love that spreads out wider
as if you are throwing out a fragrant blanket
that is covering us
and everything else in the room
and the smell of the rain
penetrates everywhere
and do witness of a new beginning
with us both in it.

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Gert Strydom, 29 july 2014

In the garden

In the garden a honeybee spins urgently
around and around a flower,
white butterflies glide on the wind
when they come still nearer
but I am caught by your loveliness
are at times speechless
that someone so wonderful does love me
while you are busy planting small seedlings.

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Satish Verma, 29 july 2014

FACE TO FACE

In the valley of blasts
a row of jacarandas
tall, sweet smelling,

shed blue petals endlessly.
A colossus spread
on wounds of earth.

A small girl with pellets
in her belly
was searching her wounded mother.

Essense of sorrow
helps to find myself,
in defense of freedom.

In the city of death
an unbeliever like me
wants to find peace with God.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 28 july 2014

Eagerly I want to go with you

Eagerly I want to go with you that I do love
to the South coast, to Margate, to Uvongo
but before we can start our journey
there is floodwater that sweeps the beach away,
days continue with the sun in its orbit
and nothing still stays untouched
and so it’s with my own conceit
where my body is already growing old
but love remains immortal in you
and to the march of time it has got no concern.

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Gert Strydom, 28 july 2014

Eagerly I want to go with you

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Gert Strydom, 28 july 2014

Love is far more than just lust or desire (Novelinee)

(after Lord George Gordon Byron)

Love is far more than just lust or desire
it’s something that dwells in every thought,
burning with a kind of immortal fire
something that we do want and sometimes sought,
it’s even in solitude and devotion,
a kind of thing that truly makes us whole,
going much deeper than just emotion
bringing selfless glory to the human soul,
at times a never ending kind of goal.

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Wind Rushes In

DISASTER AND AFTER

Someday

Smiles

Around us the whispering rain falls

In the garden

FACE TO FACE

Eagerly I want to go with you

Eagerly I want to go with you

Love is far more than just lust or desire (Novelinee)

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