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Einsamkeit Von Satis Shroff

EINSAMKEIT von Satis Shroff

Die Dame mit den silbernen Haaren
sitzt vor ihrem Wohnungseingang
Und denkt über ihr Leben nach.
Ihre Tochter Androula ist wohlauf in Deutschland,
Ihr Sohn Janis lebt mit seiner Frau in Athen.
Und sie?
Sie lebt in Einsamkeit und Gebet,
Eine Witwe in Schwarz Tag ein und aus.
Ihre Beine sind schwach und ihr Gang instabil.
Ihr wird es häufig schwindelig.
Aber

Life Is a Cosmic Dance By Satis Shroff

LIFE IS A COSMIC DANCE (Satis Shroff)

My soul is a passionate dancer.
I hear music where ever I am,
Whatever I do.
I hear the lively rhythm
Beckoning me to dance.
Sometimes it violins and Vienna waltz.
At other times a fiery salsa.
A Punjabi bhangra or a slow fox.

Life is a cosmic dance.
With its kampfmuster
And its own choreography.
We have people around

Life Is a Cosmic Dance By Satis Shroff

LIFE IS A COSMIC DANCE (Satis Shroff)

My soul is a passionate dancer.
I hear music where ever I am,
Whatever I do.
I hear the lively rhythm
Beckoning me to dance.
Sometimes it violins and Vienna waltz.
At other times a fiery salsa.
A Punjabi bhangra or a slow fox.

Life is a cosmic dance.
With its kampfmuster
And its own choreography.
We have people around

April 5, 1945 By Satis Shroff

5. APRIL 1945 (Satis Shroff)

Sie trug einen roten Wintermantel
Und hielt einen Gehstock in der Hand.
Gabriela Klein überquerte den Zebrastreifen,
Neben der neue schwarzen Unibibliothek.
Eine Kompanie von Soldaten im Kampfanzug
Kamen von der anderen Straßenseite.
Ihre Schritte verlangsamten und ihr Körper zitterte.
In ihrem Geist, ist sie im April 1945:
Die Franzosen haben Freiburg in den Besitz genommen.
Die Werwolf Hitlerjugend wollte

The Soul of a Child By Satis Shroff

THE SOUL OF A CHILD By Satis Shroff

They called me the ‘harelip monster’ at school,
And the schoolkids kicked me down the stairs.
I’d often come home bruised;
The children of my age called me:
‘Lakhe, the red-faced monster,’
Some even called me ‘Scareface.’
We were poor and my mother prayed for me.
But that didn’t help me.
I became very sad and

A Small Child By Satis Shroff

Ein kleines Kind (Satis Shroff)

Es war Fasnetzeit,
Der Winter wurde vertrieben.
Die Leute trugen bunte Kleider
Um den Karneval zu feiern.
Isolde war gekleidet als ein Harlekin,
Mit farbenfrohem Kostüm und einer Blume
Auf ihrem Kopf.
Sie sah ein kleines Kind vorbei laufen,
Hob das Kind hoch und umarmte es.
Sie schloß ihre Augen und summte ein Lied.
Ihre innerster Wunsch war, eine Mutter zu

Memories By Satis Shroff

Erinnerungen (Satis Shroff)

Ich ging in ein Altersheim
Verkleidet als ein Hase,
Mit einer roten Nase.
Ich spielte mit meiner Mundharmonika
Alte Deutsche Lieder für die Mitbewohner.
Manche lächelten,starrten
Und andere applaudierten,
Wie der Jubel kleiner Kinder.
Die alten Melodien riefen Erinnerungen,
Von glücklichen Tagen hervor.
Besonders bei Gästen mit Demenz.
‘Dank’schön!’ sagte eine betagte Dame,
Mit Tränen in den Augen.
Ihre Augen sagten:
‘Sie haben mir meine Erinnerungen zurückgebracht.’
O,

The Ritual By Satis Shroff

1. Das Ritual (Satis Shroff)

Eine betagte Dame sitzt auf dem Boden
und spielt ein Tamborin.
Die anderen sitzen im Kreis.
Plötzlich legt sie das Tamborin beiseite,
Steht auf und verläßt den Raum.
Sie lebt in einem Altersheim.
Sie öffnet ihre Zimmertür,
Schaut das Van Gogh Bild an
Und fragt sich:
‘Hängt das Bild gerade oder schief?
Habe ich das Licht ausgemacht?
Sie bedient den Lichtschalter viermal.
Sie

Lost Friendships By Satis Shroff

LOST FRIENDSHIPS (Satis Shroff)



When old friends

Go asunder,

What remains

Are memories,

Of moments

In tranquility.



When world tremble

And words shiver,

When lips vibrate

And nothing comes out

Of your larynx.



Just the uneasy

Breath from your nostrils.

The silence and solitude

That prevails,

When friendships

Have lost their meanings.



Encounters,

Wiedersehen,

Become embarassing.

And words become superfluous.

The old wounds bleed again,

Causing pain,

That come like sea waves,

Incessantly,

Stab and go.



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Habitat For the Wild By Satis Shroff

HABITAT FOR WILD (Satis Shroff)



The flora and fauna

have a hard time

In winter.



The white mantle

Of snow covers

The branches, buds and barks.



The owl loves winter

As it takes in all

Beings that move,

With its keen sight.



The woodpecker knows

Where the larvae and insects

Are hiding.



It's Spring,

The landscape gardeners

Have chopped all the trees.

Now the spur is bare,

No more can I see

The deer

A Tale of Destruction By Satis Shroff

TALE OF DESTRUCTION (Satis Shroff)



Tell the tale you clouds and gulls,

Despite the happiness and hope,

Spread by the sunlight

In early Spring.



Tell your tale of destruction

Carried by the gales and storms,

That bore names.



The wooden stairs and platforms

Lie now strewn upon the shore,

Blown to smithereens.

Plastic products everywhere,

Among a people that care.

A water desert,

That has been left behind,

As a

The Golden Sun By Satis Shroff

THE GOLDEN SUN (Satis Shroff)



Through the cloudy veil

Appears the golden sun,

Changing the silvery North Sea

To a golden and crimson horizon.

The waves adorned with rich colours

Of yellow, orange blue and brown hues.



A fascinating play of colors,

Unfolding before your eyes.

Even the man-made Buhnen glow.

As you trudge on the beach sand,

To avoid wetting your shows,

By the ever coming

The North Sea By Satis Shroff

THE NORTH SEA (Satis Shroff)


The sea fascinates the artist in you,

It's dramatic setting,

With its ceaseless waves.



Strong winds are pushing

Curly clouds in the vast sky,

The heavy waves roll,

In the bluish-grey seascape,

Emitting a long line of spray,

Above the white froth.



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A Hymn To the Splendour of This World By Satis Shroff

A HYMN TO THE SPLENDOR OF THIS WORLD(Satis Shroff)



The sea is calm and a fair moon

Stealthily appears in the sky,

Behind the northern clouds.



The red cliff of Kampen glimmers

Under the light of the dying sun.

And the waves take on yellow, orange, scarlet hues.

The tides still roar decently,

Cease, recede, only to come again.



A sweet Frisian nocturnal air,

Mingles

Invisible Threshold By Satis Shroff

INVISIBLE THRESHOLD (Satis Shroff)



Did I boast of fleeting things,

Of illusions in these earthly confines?

How vain we are,

When we don't realize,

That our very existence

Is an earthly maya.



Intangible shadows we grasp with our hands,

When we know we have to leave

For our eternal home.

When we cross the invisible threshold,

We don't need visas and passports,

Green and blue cards.

As we

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