Is This Love?
+3When I wake up this morning,
The sun is shinning,
The birds are singing,
My face is smiling,
Is this love?
You cheer me up
When I am sad.
Now that I’m glad,
You make my heart pumps up.
Is this love?
Is this love?
When I’m thinking of you all day,
When I love you in a crazy way
And there’s nothing I can say.
Is this love?
Is this love?
When I look after you quite a bit
Even though you won’t admit
You are sick of it.
Is this love?
But I’m feeling this is love
‘Cause I have been this way before.
You give me a good reason to live.
Tell me,
Is this love?
Submitted by Alon Calinao Dy.
Imperfect Present
+2Priests of cave temple
go to sleep. Street urchins
drink the thinner, eat nail polish,
crushed lizard for a kick and then
go without food for three days.
The valley burns. Of what consequence?
Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed
icon walks through the bodies
sleeping on slimed stones,
somehow.
Do you hear the wails? The sirens?
Whole life spent on margins of future,
drinking your own salt. A shadow
wants to know, what was the hour
of destiny?
Windows tremble. The owl’s hoot hangs
in the air. Fearful dawn fails to
disclose the identity of death’s kiss.
Green anemone engulfs the king crab.
A cloud brings a message.
Submitted by satish verma.
You Are My World
+3When I look into your eyes,
I see a thousand stars in the sky.
You’re the smile on my face,
My dreams and my hope.
When you hold me in your arms,
I can’t resist your charms.
When my day is not okay,
You try to make me happy.
When I feel the weight of the world,
You’re the one that I need.
You’re my world, you’re my life,
You are everything to me.
My darling, my love,
Will you always be mine?
Submitted by Alon Calinao Dy.
A Grave Reminder
0The green hills are drinking
the clouds,
keep pouring
A Grave Reminder
The green hills are drinking
the clouds,
keep pouring out
the scented breath.
In capsuled hour the wind was its own rival.
A slant on confessional suicide:
the charm obliterates the solitude.
A gray shower of thoughts outside the window,
I forget, I remember in coyness
my sparks are humming.
The plundered land
by advancing columns of hunger
tosses around the dead lips of tropical
hues.
The fear demands learning,
finding the uninvited death
in the manipulated existence.
Satish Verma out
the scented breath.
In capsuled hour the wind was its own rival.
A slant on confessional suicide:
the charm obliterates the solitude.
A gray shower of thoughts outside the window,
I forget, I remember in coyness
my sparks are humming.
The plundered land
by advancing columns of hunger
tosses around the dead lips of tropical
hues.
The fear demands learning,
finding the uninvited death
in the manipulated existence.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Peace Afterwards
-1Was it a summer storm of sexuality?
Only the chaste statue stood in threads,
and then went down the cuticle
with nipple rings.
The demand of namelessness was rising
in the dim shadows of brisk tones.
To step down from sanity, a clown
was ready to become a hunchback.
Inserting the name of cupid in the missing years
the theme will encircle the house.
First conceived as a rose, its petals
are covering your cleavage
and our poor kids are slaughtered without
a surveyor. Do not read between the blood streams,
the solf face has become a bomber.
Of eternal rage, colours are moving
from red to gray. Ash was filling the empty bottles.
Submitted by satish verma.
I Miss You
+7I miss you, my baby.
It’s not easy for me to say goodbye.
I miss you and I wish I could stay.
I can’t understand these feelings anymore.
I miss you and I feel very lonely.
It’s hard for me to go
‘Cause I miss everything that we do.
I miss you but I want you to be happy.
I miss you, my love.
I wish we could be together soon.
I hope to see you again.
I miss the old you-and the old me.
Life goes on around me.
I must pretend that I’m alright
Even though it’s too difficult
For me without you by my side.
I miss you so much.
I know you never see me cry.
But the truth is,
I cry for you every day.
I dream about the day
Just you and me
Talking about what we wanted to be
‘Cause what matters to me
Is you and my family.
Submitted by Alon Calinao Dy.
A Primate In Distress
-3Putting the sun behind me
I walked into the stars, beyond the
succulent lake.
A bitch drags you
on asphalt, walking with lipstick,
purse and follies.
Changing the daylight on every corner
you drink a toxic juice
in the recess of darkness.
A theater goes in frenzy
after the bloodbath and inferno in a tunnel.
The spray of hormones will cool you
and I will remember
sadness and sugar
hanging from the bright moon.
A fallen hair, traces the path
of a gorilla.
Submitted by satish verma.