Thendo Dennis Mpuru
(10/29/2013 9:44:00 AM)
Let life be life because Life is Not Life when I Live This 'life' without you by my side, because my Life is you and you are my Life,
let Life be Life when there is you in My Life
(10/29/2013 3:48:00 AM)
A rain of remembrance
For you my wandering desire rise
Beloved, on my both palm,
For you only my vigin love
Is weaving hym after hym of psalm.
My remembrance pinchs your flabby body
In every fretful and lonely night,
May be you now picking up one by one
The broken pieces of thought, alongside bight.
Those long banks are always dipped in lustful evening,
Beware! All stars may fall down unconscious,
Many restless wind and unsatisfied desire roam there
Dear, don't allow them to quench their thirst for anxious.
Sometime, if you will, come silently
And peek through my window to see how i commune,
I ask the fresh moonlight to share with me
The mystery address of the monsoom.
Today again this silent night will remain still
Soaking at your heart's weep,
Only our broken thoughts mating each other
In this rain of remembrance; and no dancing grebe.
Suman Kumar Das
(10/28/2013 11:04:00 AM)
As I Wish!
Papa says, ‘My son will be doctor’.
But mom is in favour of engineer.
Uncle expects me to be sport star.
Again aunt’s desire is singer.
All give me toffee. A hope I see,
On their eyes while feeding my tummy.
But wish I to fly with bird.
And to run with hart’s herd!
Miss teaches science, Sir maths,
School is to make me learn all the arts.
Can ye teach me to build mountain,
Or how to dig fountain!
Is there anyone to ask me?
What I want to be!
(10/27/2013 4:20:00 PM)
Am I not good enough for you?
Am I not the one for you?
Am I the only one that is getting here hurt?
Am I the one that should walk away?
Am I the the one getting played?
I am not you are, because I am better than you and I am the best.
(10/27/2013 8:58:00 AM)
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on't be Afraid
Don’t be afraid,
Don’t be anxious.
Face the chaos,
Its unraveling is your gain.
Don’t wear a mask
to hide the truth,
Bear the cross
It’s your redemption.
Don’t show rage,
It’s merely a thought
Disdain the gloom
if you’re alone.
Sing your love song
in the still of the night,
Let the melody lull
the woes of the day.
Don’t be afraid
Fight the plague
Your winning is your Blessing.
(10/27/2013 8:55:00 AM)
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In front of you, you will see someone smiling,
She looks like an angel who merrily mingling.
In her devious scheme, you will see nothing,
Nothing, but the lovely thing that she is offering
She’s fancy, gentle and fascinating,
She makes you smile, giggle, laugh to continue living
She eases your worries when you lose something
You may never ask but she will continue coming.
Yet in a moment of time,
A sudden strike comes in your mind
A lightening strike that causes you blind,
It’s a life destruction that can never be bind.
How could it be?
Why did it happen to me?
It’s your saddest plea
And you wish to be free.
With an anger like a fire burning,
You held her throat till she felt choking.
But a sudden flash of her gripping face returning,
Weakens your hands that persist on revenging.
But she glared without regrets when you let her go,
In her look reveals that she has nothing to do
With the pain that you’ve felt she might never know,
She has a knife for you that she intent to draw.
With an empty heart you continue to live,
Thinking everyone has nothing to give.
Living alone is you best chosen field
Your flaming head has forgotten to forgive.
Living in this world full of dissatisfaction,
Betrayal occupies everyone’s notion
Devious acts are difficult to burn
Trust is the hardest thing to learn!
(10/25/2013 11:22:00 AM)
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A fishy day at bay
Blue wave, white foam, washing the long shore
with its tender soothing hands, brushing away
my fading memories, polishing men's rock heart, at bay
-akin to the pebbles, the bubbly kids search to store
on a solitary rock, by the shore, a young man sits
dreaming his untold future, the spluttering sprays
banging the rock, returns back, filling water in pits
sea retreats in agony, striking again angrily on her prey
the candy man rings the bell, people run behind for a bite
the balloons sway in his hands- bright red, blue and pink
the shells, hiding an unknown craftsman, rests at the sales site,
the groundnut covers, mango peels, the leftover snacks, stink
sinking legs, wander aimlessly across the shore, holding hand
sometimes alone, like two creepers intertwined, joy and sorrow guise
the breaking dawn, sun rises, to the silent command of magic wand
I look upon through the net, the arid faces, ripping hungry and fiery eyes
enjoying weepily my solo day on shore; few hours afore, from the cold sea bed
waving my friends, I had gone astray into the net, envisioning the shore gleam;
suicidal I have been, caught in men's glitters of a wonder world afar, held
by cruel hands, I knew not, this isn't my place; travelling back alive- just a daydream.
(10/25/2013 11:00:00 AM)
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(10/25/2013 10:35:00 AM)
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(10/24/2013 8:56:00 PM)
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