A VOICE FROM THE BLACK FOREST & THE HIMALAYAS:

This is a journal about my poems, Heimatpflege, travelogues, other writings, art, culture,songs from Catmandu (Nepal) and Freiburg (Germany). Feedback welcome...

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The Hunter (Satis Shroff)

Hope the hunter doesn't get a hint. His duty is to keep wild away, From human domiciles. If he doesn't shoot, He's a bad hunter. If he does, He's a bad guy. And so the habitat dwindles, For the wild.

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It's Spring, The landscape gardeners Have chopped all the trees. Now the spur is bare, No more can I see The deer that came To greet me, To chill in the peace Of the undergrowth, And partake Of the wild elderberries. #satis shroff

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The Flamenco guitarist wails, ‘Life is an apple: Pluck it, Relish it, And throw it away.’

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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.

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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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[futuretage]

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Reminds me of the monsoon in the foothills of the Himalayas when it rains incessantly. It's pitch dark. And in the morning you discover the people in suspended animation, a hand sticking out of the wet rubble, a mouth open in a scream; buried by the landslides caused by humans who chopped the forests. Erosion..

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[konemak]

I live in a house

Halfway between love and death

There's green in my pocket

Even if there's no grass left

There's a roof over my head

But sometimes, I fear it covers the stars

Clothes in my closet

Long sleeves to cover the scars

Hate the sin

Love the sinner

In a game

No one wants to play

Is there a winner?

Me and my heart

Standing in the concrete

That swallows the heat

That backs me up

Back to the front door

To faces that seem to try

Hands that bled for what they deserve

Brick by brick

For a house made of wood

They cannot know

And I cannot be angry

Just in the middle

Of something and another

The storm passes me by

Safe under cover

Breathing through dimes

Wishing for airtime

[strokeofserenity]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned.

[konemak]

I live in a house

Halfway between love and death

There's green in my pocket

Even if there's no grass left

There's a roof over my head

But sometimes, I fear it covers the stars

Clothes in my closet

Long sleeves to cover the scars

Hate the sin

Love the sinner

In a game

No one wants to play

Is there a winner?

Me and my heart

Standing in the concrete

That swallows the heat

That backs me up

Back to the front door

To faces that seem to try

Hands that bled for what they deserve

Brick by brick

For a house made of wood

They cannot know

And I cannot be angry

Just in the middle

Of something and another

The storm passes me by

Safe under cover

Breathing through dimes

Wishing for airtime

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All-Seeing Eyes (Satis Shroff)

As a child I was scared Of the fearsome Lakhe dancer. The music, the yak’s tail as hair, The hideous mask, Made my heart beat faster. Before we went out to watch the spectacle, My Mom always put so…

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All-Seeing Eyes (Satis Shroff)

As a child I was scared Of the fearsome Lakhe dancer. The music, the yak’s tail as hair, The hideous mask, Made my heart beat faster. Before we went out to watch the spectacle, My Mom always put soot on my forehead To ward off the evil glances of others. The belief in the evil-eye is common in Italy too. You cannot help being watched, Because the doors of Catmandu Have the…

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HEART OF MY HEART (Satis Shroff)

1.Preface The Heart of the World Catching ’em Alive A Dream Led to Another Flying Over the Abode of the Gods Wildlife Versus Humans in Beautiful Nepal A Minstrel’s Songs of Love and Sorrow Betweeen Heaven and Haydn 2. Preface I hail from a geographically landlocked Himalayan country surrounded by blue Shiwaliks and Mahabharat mountains, where the people actually live. Having grown up in…

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Diplomacy, Not Dum Dum Bullets (Satis Shroff)

Subtitle: Quo vadis, America? The Nakba, ethnic cleansing, has happened in the past and it continues to this day, according to Prof. Ilan Pappe, an Israeli historian.  Clare Daly, a MEP from Ireland, holds a fiery speech at the European Parliament about the unrelenting mass murders perpetrated by Israel Forces in Gaza. A child is slaughtered every ten minutes in Gaza. However, the European…

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