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Gert Strydom, 1 may 2014

My Lord, You do know my circumstances

My Lord, You do know my circumstances
and know about all of my problems
and I do not even have to name them to you.
Do You not want to walk on the road ahead
and find the best way for me
so that I can catch up with You
where You are waiting in the unknown future.

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Satish Verma, 1 may 2014

LIKE A CHINESE LANTERN

At the end of the thought
was sadness.
When temple lies broken
a little white lotus comes up
on the tranquil lake.

A cute word enters the lone voice,
stands down, collapses, retreats into silence.
A chaste tree becomes a sage
and tenderness of the ash turns into an elegy.

The moon-face has frost on the eyes.
Tears blaze the lips.
Unbounded grief holds the space between
sobs, a bodiless spark.

Moons ago when sleep was a fragrant
gift, the song never touched the earth.
That dream sways like a Chinese lantern
without enthusiasm.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 30 april 2014

I am not the person

I am not the person
that You have destined me to be
and eagerly I want to walk on the right way,
do and say the right things
but before I can find myself
I do fail You my God
and then I wonder where to start again?

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Gert Strydom, 30 april 2014

When the morning peeps shyly through the window

When the morning peeps shyly through the window
driving away the twilight with the first rays
then the hot fingers draw lines over your body
but still you are swept away to dreamland

and when you turn and move suddenly
then you lie right against me
and I see you open your eyes with new messages
where for moments we are joined.

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oluwatosin olabode, 29 april 2014

Concerned

I worry alot about you
As though a part of me could be hurt
If I haven't affirmed that you're fine.

I care alot about you
If it's all I have to do
I will be content in knowing you are ok .

You mean more than the world to me
And so with every breath I take
I really am Concerned about you.

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Gert Strydom, 29 april 2014

There are times that I do not notice You

There are times that I do not notice You
when a friend is robbed in his own house,
when another motorist tries to push me off the road,
when a toothache almost drives me off my head

but then the weavers and sparrows in the garden
chatter and twitter
and the doves sing their songs of praise
about everything that comes from Your hand

and the deep red colour of roses do astonish me,
and I notice an iris flowering unexpectedly in spring,
and a bush of daisies carries yellow and orange flowers
and it’s as if the daylilies dance in the wind

and with every beautiful sunrise
I experience Your presence
and know that the powers of darkness
are increasing their rebellion

but that You are still standing omnipotent at my side
and the impression of Your love is in everything around me.

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Satish Verma, 29 april 2014

ETERNAL WAIT

Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.

Fire of soulextracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –

unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.

There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 28 april 2014

Lord, here where I stand on my knees

Lord, here where I stand on my knees
I want to stretch out my hand
that Your omnipotent hand can take mine
and help me find the kind of faith
to believe like a mere child
without any certainty
and keep trusting that You
do only want the best for me.

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Satish Verma, 28 april 2014

CARE

The noise of a crescent
climbs wordlessly.
In the night of dew and wind, for
its native starless beams-
holding the thread of a thought, walking
through wall of disbelief. Before and after
the murder of a spark; the heart misses
a beat. Cold sweat rustling on forehead;
you bend to pick up a coin,
a fake one. Possibility of becoming rich fades soon.
You want to say nothing. Troy, Michigan, USA

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 27 april 2014

WOODROSE

The whole truth was porus,
a hard punch on my face. We stood
on the edge of lies. Body

twisted at several places, mutually
hating, yet telling sweet nothings,
bored umpteen times like eroded hisses.

The shrieks belie the red wall of flames,
reddened lids. Cannot enhance the
blackness of night for stars to shine.

They butchered a symphony. A nude
cries. The tongue slips. Bonanza for bats.
And I resume the hunt in starlit jungle of birds.

Blue lips surround a pink hole.
Teeth were not visible, but bite was sharp.
How do you love a distanced friend?
The beauty of Raflesia?

Satish Verma

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My Lord, You do know my circumstances

LIKE A CHINESE LANTERN

I am not the person

When the morning peeps shyly through the window

Concerned

There are times that I do not notice You

ETERNAL WAIT

Lord, here where I stand on my knees

CARE

WOODROSE

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