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Gert Strydom, 21 july 2014

On the quay I am alone

On the quay I am alone
while fishing-boats sail into the green sea,
I hide behind my sunglasses
and some boats skip over the breakers
before they reach the calmer water
of the deep ocean,

seagulls hang screaming against the wind
as if they are a part of it
and the sails of wind-surfers flutter
while anxious some try to stay on top
when the wind changes direction
and are jerking them suddenly.

On the beach on the opposite side
a girl screams
as if she is barely alarmed
while her boy-friend sprays water over her
and a few lovely women
peep from behind their sunglasses at me
and I see the sun baking
their golden bodies,

high up cape gannets fly almost up to heaven
and I follow the sun
that is drawing lower over the dome of the sky
and try to see further
than where earth draws its horizon

and wonder what God does see
in humanity
where billions of us
teem like small ants
and everyone does lead a life,
gets hurt and do dream dreams.

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Gert Strydom, 21 july 2014

In the moonlight False Bay looks untouched

In the moonlight False Bay looks untouched
still the sweeping water is ice-cold,
in love we are obsessed with each other
and at times our feelings feel age old
as if in our own self-preservation
we do continually reincarnate, know each other
in a great and magical simplicity
(something that I cannot properly write down)
maybe out of a mythological recipe
in which our true love does recreate itself.

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Azhar alam, 21 july 2014

ہندوستان

ہوا ہے ''ح ''سے مطمئن اور "ن" سے نوجہ نساط کو اسنے
دغا تھا "د "مے تو '' و " بھی کچھ کم نہیں اسمے
صدا "س " کی ادین سے " ت " کبھی تابط نہ کر سکا
"ن" کو ملنے کے بعد لفظ مے کوئی گنجائش نہ کر سکا
ملے یہ حرف تو ایک عجیب سا لفظ ہندوستان بنا

تعجب نہیں کوئی کی یہ شہروں کا گلشتا بنا

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Satish Verma, 21 july 2014

ANOTHER STROKE

On the hay stack lies my body
brought from the shooting range.
Brain dead, I exit, to watch
the blood drenched earth. Foot prints of eternity.

Window is shut. No light enters.
In tiers, the cadavers are lying in a heap
of stinks. Violence has brought the perfect
insult to bubbling life.

A naked truth sweeps the floor, burns
the statements of filthy peers. I was
young with small eyes, full of water,
in the face of crime, looking at the stars.

Death will walk on payments now.
History will ooze in spurts.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 20 july 2014

HE

Walked into the sun,
He. With weak flesh.
A storm was raging on burning sands.

In hollow of his knees
gravel was hitting hard.
He moved onwards in trance

Visionary, homeless, life in open
was blessing.
A huge crowd followed him, voiceless.

Hushed silence breaks the dam.
Valley of timbers was ready to receive the blood,
from epicenter, from fields.

Satish Verma

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Azhar alam, 19 july 2014

Ruh Ghazal

Chalte rahe shan se kabhi dagha nahi kiya
Waqt ne waqt se kabhi juda nahi kuya

Tabiyat mila seher se seher tak is kadar
Usne faqat waqt ka haq ada nahi kiya

Milna tha mukaddar me arsh se farsh tak
Ishteyak se usne khud ko raza nahi kiya

Wo bahut aziz hai mere kyun kare aisa fitna
Bakhuda usne mujhe kabhi juda nahi kiya

Logo ne jod diya mujhe baghawat ki dor se
Har simt yahi kahte rahe koi khata nahi kiya

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Azhar alam, 19 july 2014

Intezar-e mohabbat

har shahar me mujhe ek chand dikhta hai
har mahfil me tumhara naam dikhta hai

mujhe tumhari kamyabi pe naaz hai janejaan
har pal tumhare aane ka aas dikhta hai

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Azhar alam, 19 july 2014

Haseen Gulab

Jab maine apne gulab ko haseen sa gulab diya
Ye nazara dekh kar chand bhi sharma gaya

Bikher di chandani hamari sadakat ke waste
Uska noor sa chehra bahut khoob nazar aaya

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Azhar alam, 19 july 2014

FASANA-E ISHQ

Wo byan kar gaya ek manzar aligaar se
Har pal ko trasha or arz kiya apne yar se

Kya pata ye sila milta hai dil lagane ka
Pyar ki kashti ko utara tha bade pyar se

Jakham jo banta hai wo dikhta nahi jism pe
Or abae chashme bhi rukta nahi abesaar se

Aksar roshni se ek aas dikhti hai zindagi ki
Chiraghein jalaei baitha hai us intezar se

Arzemand hai wo sabar rakhte hai nasaaz ke baad
Jeete hai wo hamesha akubat ke ashrar se

Qamar ki chandani rato me wo pal yaad aye to
Dua karna ki shifa mile parwar digar se

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Azhar alam, 19 july 2014

Dost

Tamam tazkirah me azeem tajkirah hai dosk ka
Mano to sabse ohda or nirala safar hai dost ka

Dosti me har sakhsee pahlu ka zikra kar lete hai log
Itemade itna hai ki dil se qadar karte hai dost ka

Kabhi tabit karke lagta hai zamane me kuchh talaf kiya
Milne ke baad utna hi fikr maloom hota hai dost ka

Kisi ke dosti ka tazkirah jab bhi dekhta hu main
Guzastah zamane ka manjar nazar ata hai dost ka

Tumne to dosti ka har farz kamil ki hai Azhar
Is hayat-e safar me hamesha mutaffir ho dost ka

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On the quay I am alone

In the moonlight False Bay looks untouched

ہندوستان

ANOTHER STROKE

HE

Ruh Ghazal

Intezar-e mohabbat

Haseen Gulab

FASANA-E ISHQ

Dost

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