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Gert Strydom, 15 july 2014

Do net tell me [1]

Do net tell me in the finest detail
out of what love does exist
or go into the chemical properties of it
as I do not want it different
and when at night you lay spooned against me
I do not have to understand love better.
Do net tell me in the finest detail
out of what love does exist
or lay something on that which is between us
as every day go on its course
and I let you do the things that you want to
while I want to spend my life with you.
Do net tell me in the finest detail
out of what love does exist

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Gert Strydom, 15 july 2014

Do net tell me [1]

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Satish Verma, 15 july 2014

SLAIN ROSES

The reverse gravity pulls me
into timelessness,
holds me to become free from tremors.
The truth of zero morality
hurts.
I am pathless, secular,
godless.
The blank paper decides, how the fingers
will move. The uniform
has a secret rendezvous
with golds.

There was a dark zone,
the chimney, the indifferent smoke
curling upward.
The torch fails.
At the center of the conflict
rises a desert boom, instead of roses.
Non-violence, a forgotten word. A group
of shaven heads mourns. Royalty does not
want to leave the palace. The bodies of
slain innocents –
are placed collectively on a huge pyre!

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 14 july 2014

Poplar bush

Now you are just a bunch of skeletons
where you are only stripped canes
that point like fingers into the air
as if seeking you can find something
out of the cobalt blue above you.

Your branches are still straight
and do not twist into each other
when the icy-cold August winds
do jerk you to and thro
blowing dust
and dead grass against you.

Still when spring does come
all of your branches will be covered in leaves
when it seems as if new life rushes through you
and the summer wind comes rustling.

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Gert Strydom, 14 july 2014

When I did loose my heart to you

When I did loose my heart to you,
you did bring a change to my life
and to other people it was but insignificant
but every day it made me glad

and when I did hear your cheerful voice
my heart sang with joy.
When I did loose my heart to you,
you did bring a change to my life

and still you are enchanting me continually,
you are involved in everything that I do
and for you I want to help where I can
as my life do overflow with love for you.
When I did loose my heart to you,
you did bring a change to my life.

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Satish Verma, 14 july 2014

FUTURITY

The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
The wasps are whirring at a furious speed
stings ready to inject venom.

Bronzed body,
huge turbaned skull.
Eyes looking beyond you,
hauls you through slumber
of ages. The autopsy extracts out a bullet
fired at close range, poured into chest.
Death had a party.

Frilled guns,
yellow metal
are ready to kill.
Extended pain of centuries haunts the future.
Give me the tearful farewell
for another ruined journey.
We will bury the present, forget the past.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 14 july 2014

Something greater

I saw soldiers in pain,
some shot up, soldiers wounded
and some bandaged
doing their duty
and some even going insane,

I saw heroic men
going far beyond duty
not thinking of themselves
and more about the welfare of others
and some of them were doing exceptional things.

The were men who lived as if today
was the only day and if tomorrow
would never come
and all of them to me
were the greatest of men,

but then there were bullets holes
even on the church wall
like the blasphemies of man

chipping away at the greater good
where a minister of God stood
with a bible in his hand

and that holy man had something
clinging to him, as if God Himself
surrounded, embraced him
with utter goodliness, being humble and sincere
and that was something greater
than any man I ever had met.

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Satish Verma, 13 july 2014

FARTHER AWAY

To disconnect oneself
you push apart, from the stasis,
like flesh from the bones.
Coming home becomes dreadful
when you discover yourself.

A dark energy impels you
in a cosmos which was drifting
towards eternity. A fight between
space & time ultimately settles
for a second life.

Paralysed mind goes into dementia.
A riverbed, waterless, where you can dig out
the ancient marbles, edifice of a great flaming past.
It was obscene. At a hunger meet
tables were set with delicious cuisine.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 12 july 2014

THE VISITOR

The wait begins adorned with symbols
for shadow to fall
between hope and pretention.

The moon will talk
when the dew returns
and clouds are hiding.

He will come in a black cloak
for a final assault
with broken promises.

Is he untouchable?
You cannot embrace him?
Walks like a ghost between me and you.

Our past, open-eyed, the truth
happens on road
in crowd, in our home.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 11 july 2014

Ballade of the hours of darkness

(after N.P. van Wyk Louw)

Our love did wither like a flower,
with the morning-light came silently to an end
and this morning we both are without words
as we do not really know each other.

Where we had been deeply involved in bodily pleasure
we are estranged and blunt with each other
and the emotions that were overwhelming
they now are stripped and bankrupt from love

and last night desire did burn in us both
with a tingling in your hand
when it was soft and vulnerable in mine
and your smile was luring and forward,

your eyes the brightest blue
and when I did hold you closer
there had been something that I could not place
when you spilled wine on my shirt

and now that it’s the new morning
you are much prettier than in the darkness of last night
but that which had been between us is past
and now carries no meaning

and only the smells of love and whiskey does linger
where the sun radiates brightly into your kitchen
and with you here in your own home
I feel redundant, unwelcome and lost.

Our love with the morning-light came silently to an end,
did wither like a flower,
as we do not really know each other
and this morning we both are without words.

[Reference: “Ballade van die nagtelike ure” (Ballade of the nightly hours) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]

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Do net tell me [1]

Do net tell me [1]

SLAIN ROSES

Poplar bush

When I did loose my heart to you

FUTURITY

Something greater

FARTHER AWAY

THE VISITOR

Ballade of the hours of darkness

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