Satis Shroff was selected as the Poet of the Week on www.Boloji.com on 18th of February 2007.
while you breathe, emotion,How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears. (Romeo and Julia: Shakespeare) GROW WITH LOVE (Satis Shroff)Love yourselfAccept yourself,For self-love and self-respectAre the basis of joy, emotionAnd spiritual well being.Watch your feelings,Study your thoughtsAnd your beliefs,For your existenceIs unique and beautiful.You came to the world aloneAnd you go back alone.But while you breatheYou are nearTo your fellow human beings,Families, friends and strangersAs long as you are receptive.Open yourself to lust and joy,To the wonders of daily life and Nature.Don’t close your door to love.If you remain superficial,You’ll never reach its depth.Love is more than a feeling.Love is also passion and devotion.Grow with love and tenderness.------------------------------------------WITHOUT WORDS (Satis Shroff)We speak with each otherA wonderful feeling overcomes meAnd I’m touched to the roots of my existence.As though it was a doubling of my existence.It becomes a passionTo speak with each other.Our lives filled with togetherness:With ourselves and our children.I discover myself in youAnd you in me.Where one is at homeIn the company of the otherAnd vice versa.Where you can be the way you areWhere I can be the way I am.Our tolerance for each other is crucialThere are moments when one forgets time.We speak to each other without words.It’s not sung,It’s not instrumental chords.Just our hearts understanding each other.In tact with each other.Our eyes speak volumesAnd a nod is enough.---------------------------------------------THE TANTRIC WOMAN (Satis Shroff)An eruption of scarlet flushOn her cheeks, throatAnd between her breastsBecame visible.She wore a silvery satin top.Her breast heaved as she inhaledAnd said in a throaty voice:‘I have a vision that allMen and women are brothers and sisters.I am a woman with power,And possess female energy.I have done Zen meditation with my guru.Lately I had tantric-sex with my partner.I felt our energies minglingAs they rose from our groins,Along the chakras to our headsAnd back again.Wonderful moments of blissAnd fulfilment.Through tantra I have realisedHow wonderful I am.I feel enriched and strong,My sexuality has grown.I had a male admirer for erotic relationships.Tantric-sex is reserved for my boy-friend,Whom I regard as my spiritual partner.Through the healing power of self-love,I have experienced healing and sexuality.To love means to let a man be a manAnd a woman a woman.I’ve combed and tied my hair behind.I’m wearing loose woollen clothesTo distract the youngsters and other malesAnd hide my curves,When I work as a social worker.They all want to haveBody contact with me.I try to look unappealing,Though I’m in loveWith my body, heart and soul.I feel like a wise woman,And I have visions.In my childhood my father mishandled me.My grandpa did the sameWith a cousin of mine.Even I was on the verge of mishandlingA female cousin of mine.I have dancedThe Dance of the Demons.A negative energyGets the better of me at times.I threw my son from my lapWhen I wanted to fightWith my partner.Another time I thrashed my sonWith his teddy bear,A dozen times.My aggression gets the better of me.I get wild when I’m angryAnd turn to a fury.Tantra is a cocktailOf love, sexuality and meditation.I haven’t embraced the inner child in me.I’m still working on the polarityOf my yin and yang.--------------------------------THE FLAW (Satis Shroff)I constantly live in angst.Angst to be unmasked.My spouse knows it.My daughter knows it.But no one else does.I feel like a failure in life,Because I have this flaw.My parents had no time.They worked and slavedTo earn our daily bread.Father came often with a bad breathFrom the taverns and inns.He beat us and mother.My teacher thrashed me too.I had concentration problems.As a child I had to workWith a wooden hoe and a bull,For terraced farming wasn’t easy,And my father was a farmer.I felt ignored by my parents.My mother would have helped meWere she not perpetually tiredAnd at her wits’ end.I cheated at schoolBut didn’t pass the school exam.I grew up as a manWithout readingWithout writing.I had the gift of the gab thoughThroughout my life,And even bluffed someQuite a few sometimes.----------------------------------ABOUT YOU (Satis Shroff)To think about youTo long for youTo see you and to love you,The way you are.A beautiful blonde faceWith well-chiselled Allemanic featuresEyes as blue as the sky,That look at meAnd smileThat disarmingSympathetic smile.The closeness that I have feltThe wonderful children we have,Each with its own character and personalityAs they fill the rooms of our homeAnd our livesWith music from flutes, violins,Piano and kids’ laptops.Laughter and tears,Screams and hurrahs.Oh, I miss everythingWhen you are not here.-----------------SEPARATION (Satis Shroff)The first day was cumbersomeFor it was fresh in my memory.The second day Florentin asked:‘Papa, where is Mama?’I was at a loss.How was I to explainA two-year old,Where Mama was?The third day we were relievedTo get cards and descriptions:Of cows, sheep, horses grazingIn the Norderheide meadows.Of windmills and the howlingNorth Sea breeze.Of a fishing trip in a trawler,With North Sea fishermen,Who spoke East Friesian dialect.Of Husum’s colourful harbourWith Yachts and fisher boatsAnd a Schifffahrtsmuseum.Whitewashed houses with red rooftopsEndless blue skies over the horizon,Interspersed with fluffy clouds.---------------------------------------DAY DREAMING (Satis Shroff)When I lie on my couch,Which our German grandmaUsed to fondly call chaiselongue,I drink a cup of Ilam tea.I am so awakeThat I kiss your lips,Caress you,Listen to youSpeak to you,After every sip.I talk about our childrenAbout our house and gardenAbout our dear parents,Friends, new or old.It’s a superb idyll we’ve created.I’m too tiredTo open my eyesTo see you and to realiseThat you are not here,In this sunlight flooded room.WITHOUT YOU (Satis Shroff)Without you life is nothingOnly the silence, Die Stille.Without youI cannot enjoyThe flowers in the garden.Without youThere’s no joyIn this world.Without you,A success or victoryIs nothing.Without youI’m dumbfoundedFor it is your countenance,Your sparkling azure eyesYour sympathetic smileThat make me speak.Only then do my wordsHave a meaning.Without youI speak onlyWith myself,Or with our small Florentin.Little Flori longs for you,And so do I.You are the queen of our hearts,Our Mama, Our Seelenstück,Who loves usAnd now needs repose.So relax.Be happy and contentedWith the other children.It’s true that we all need youAnd love you,The way you love usWithout bounds.Glossary:Die Stille: silenceSeelenstück: soul---------------------------------------------------WHY? (Satis Shroff)Why do I love you?Because you love me.I love you,And no one else.I have to love you.I cannot do otherwise.And you?Do you love me,Because you have to love me,And no one else?Perhaps you love meFor I am, the way I am.And I love youBecause you areThe way you are.Now we love our childrenAnd the children love usAnd we love each other.Perhaps it was our destinyTo love each other,As destiny goes.-------------------------------------------------I SAW LOVE (Satis Shroff)One wintry evening I saw love.She wore glassesAt the university dancing classes.We danced fox-trot, cha-chaThen came the rumba.I looked deep into her sky blue eyes.Eyes so blue, without a hint of a cloud.Clear blue eyes,Like the waters of the Maladives.A joyous feeling overcame me.My hormones were out of control.My cardiac status said ‘tachycardie.’My lungs began to over-function.Hyperventilation.My knees were sagging.By Jove, I’d fallen in love.---------------------------------------Writer & poet: Satis Shroff is a writer and poet based in Freiburg (poems, fiction, non-fiction). He has studied Zoology and Botany in Nepal, Medicine and Social Science in Germany and Creative Writing in Freiburg and Manchester. He describes himself as a mediator between western and eastern cultures and sees his future as a writer and poet. Satis Shroff was awarded the German Academic Exchange Prize. Writing experience: Satis Shroff write regularly for www.Americanchronicle.com and its 21 affiliated newspapers in the USA. He has written two language books on the Nepali language for DSE (Deutsche Stiftung für Entwicklungsdienst) & Horlemannverlag. He has written three feature articles in the Munich-based Nelles Verlag’s ‘Nepal’ on the Himalayan Kingdom’s Gurkhas, sacred mountains and Nepalese symbols and on Hinduism in ‘Nepal: Myths & Realities (Book Faith India) and his poem ‘Mental Molotovs’ was published in epd-Entwicklungsdienst (Frankfurt). He has written many articles in The Rising Nepal, The Christian Science Monitor, the Independent, the Fryburger, Swatantra Biswa (USIS publication, Himal Asia, 3Journal Freiburg, top ten rated poems in www.nepalforum.com (I dream, Oleron, an Unforgettable Isle, A Flight to the Himalayas, Which Witch in Germany?, Fatal Decision, Santa Fe, Nirmala, Between Terror and Ecstasy, The Broken Poet, Himalaya: Menschen und Mythen, A Gurkha Mother, Kathmandu is Nepal, My Nepal, Quo vadis?). Articles, book-reviews and poems in: www.isj.com, www.inso.org. See also www.google & www.yahoo under search: Satis Shroff.What others have said about the author:‘Satis Shroff writes political poetry—about the war in Nepal, the sad fate of the Nepalese people, the emergence of neo-fascism in Germany. His bicultural perspective makes his poems rich, full of awe and at the same time heartbreakingly sad. I writing ‘home,’ he not only returns to his country of origin time and again, he also carries the fate of his people to readers in the West, and his task of writing thus is also a very important one in political terms. His true gift is to invent Nepalese metaphors and make them accessible to the West through his poetry.’ (Sandra Sigel, Poetess, Germany).Satis Shroff writes with intelligence, wit and grace. (Bruce Dobler, Senior Fulbright Professor in Creative Writing, University of Pittsburgh). Wonderful clarity and good details. (Sharon Mc Cartney, Fiddlehead Poetry Journal) satisle.myway.com
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