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 das schlimmste
Ist ihre fehlende Erinnerung:
Ich kann an meine ferne Vergangenheit erinnern,
Aber ich weiß nicht mehr,
Ob ich meine Kapseln eingenommen habe,
Oder nicht.
Wie lange kann ich noch auf mich aufpassen?
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Categories:
satis, anxiety, loneliness, missing you,
Form: Free verse
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 us.
We look at each other,
Oblivious of the others.
Mesmerised,
Drawn together by an invisible force.
The Flamenco guitarist wails,
‘Life is an apple:
Pluck it,
Relish it,
And throw it away.’
Categories:
satis, culture, dance, desire, song,
Form: Free verse
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 us.
We look at each other,
Oblivious of the others.
Mesmerised,
Drawn together by an invisible force.
The Flamenco guitarist wails,
‘Life is an apple:
Pluck it,
Relish it,
And throw it away.’
Categories:
satis, culture, dance, desire, song,
Form: Free verse
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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Categories:
satis, sad, sorrow, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
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 warning,
Till the next big gale.
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© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved
Categories:
satis, beach, beauty, sea,
Form: Free verse
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.
© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved
Categories:
satis, sea, water, wind,
Form: Free verse
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 with the smell of salt and fish,
Gets whipped up by the wind.
The golden light hangs,
Like a hymn to the splendor
Of this world.
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© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved
Categories:
satis, appreciation, beach, sea, sunset,
Form: Free verse
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 wander through the twilight
Sans bodies,
To be one with the cosmos.
Categories:
satis, death,
Form: Free verse
A MAGICAL MOMENT (Satis Shroff)
The North Sea grey-green in the from afar,
Gets frothy as the waves approach the shore.
The splendor of colored clouds covering the immense sky.
It's inspired fear to mortals,
It's a revelation to those with hearts,
As seagulls glide over the horizon,
To land near the red cliff of Sylt.
A magical moment of forlornness,
Amid the beauty and vastness,
Of the sky and the waves.
As the glowing ball call the sun sinks,
It radiates sparkling hues,
Across the sky and waves.
The royal blue of the sky,
Is reflected upon the sea.
In the higher reaches,
It mellows to a brilliant yellow and orange,
As the fiery sun becomes scarlet.
© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved
Categories:
satis, sea,
Form: Free verse
The SPLENDOR OF SYLT (Satis Shroff)
SYLT AT DAWN (Satis Shroff)
You hear the waves
As they splash onto the shore.
You haven't opened your eyes,
But you discern the cries of sea gulls,
As you slowly let the sunlight
Into your eyes.
Ah, the reassuring rays caress your face,
As you proceed to the balcony,
Stretch yourself
And let out cha-cha-cha,
Pa-pa-pa sounds between your teeth,
That you've learned
While singing in your choir.
A seagull with a fish in its beak
Flutters by.
All white and airborne,
Twinkling on a blue sky.
Out in the horizon,
A turquoise blue trawler chugs by.
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Categories:
satis, winter,
Form: Free verse