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 Sep 2017 Aditi
Olivia V
warmth
 Sep 2017 Aditi
Olivia V
sunshine filters through emerald leaves.
her body, a golden dune.
warmth melts through her skin.
her chest, rising and falling
with the passing day.
she expands and dissolves into infinity.
 Sep 2017 Aditi
Shashank Bhardwaj
In an envelope of void,
I have come to my temple of verses,
across the lands misted of thoughts
to the mountains that rains pleasant dreams

the rivers drown your past
in a melodious blur of coldness,
the skies smell like a unforgetten
future in hues of parallel mirrors

and this is my chanting
my shangri la,in the temple of verses,
a dream within a dream,sleeping unapologetically,
would you stop staring and join?
 Sep 2017 Aditi
Riham
the voice is haunting my mind
At first it was about little girl
Second time was about the Father
Now it's about the world
The world is a mess
War after war
Blood in every image
No peace
What's happening!!??
The end seems near but near is far from the end
They say go and Save yourself , go run to the safe place and grow your self thought and light the world
Am saying yes I will put the image away
Am clearing my mind
but what's this voice
Why I have voice of  people screaming in my head
Why is haunting me ...
Now tell me how can I run away from     this ...
The voice is haunting
The voice is haunting me
___
 Sep 2017 Aditi
rosalind
here.
 Sep 2017 Aditi
rosalind
I am here
all alone
always present
never belonging

I am a figment
here in the shadows
listening
never speaking

i am a waste of air
just sitting here
existing
never actually living

i am nobody
breathing and eating here
all alone
but never being acknowledged

i am hurting
but no one can see
i lay here empty
never being loved

i am waiting
for someone to do something
i wait here forever
never being wanted

i am here
suffering silently
broken
never to be noticed

here.
yeahhh
 Sep 2017 Aditi
Shanath
The Irony
 Sep 2017 Aditi
Shanath
The black and white pills
Are failing to cure me,
After three long years of running
It's my feet that's killing me.

I would have ran home
Though I ran from there,
It is only when you are alive
That you begin dying.

Black and blue bruises
Hug me tighter than my own skin,
I wouldn't know I still had blood
If I still didn't bleed so much.

I should have drowned myself by now
If I could reach the sea.
But it is in my sadness
I learnt the opposite must exist.
I am waiting for the end
Then we will begin again.
 Sep 2017 Aditi
r
I don't know what
the limits are
what impacts fragment
beyond repair, outside the web
of what there are words for,
murderous facts that leave mute
witnesses’ souls brittle
inside their chests,
as the thousandth child starves
somewhere in our inhumane
universe another star grows dark.
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