I don't like mirrors.
No matter how much I stare
into my own eyes.
I can never see what you see.

(The Ascension of a Small Songbird)

Great pelicans are lining now
Above the surf, as willets bow

And take the creatures of the sand,
As sanderlings race down the strand

The plovers gather in a crèche

But like a thing
That is one flesh,

They rise into the windy air
And fly unto, I know not where

---

The tide is high and loud, and white
And clears the footprints of the night;

The sun is trembling on the lip
Of where the waters rise and dip

(Part Two)

A songbird falls
Upon the heath

Amid the rockweed at my feet;
And I am stranded in the grace

That designates
A holy place

All things suggest calamity,
Except that she is here with me!
For though she waits upon my will,

I have God’s mercy to fulfill

I must not leave;

I shall not go;

Yet I may do no more than know
What outcome may befall this chance

That joins our lives

In circumstance:

---

I stay with her
As she may die

Or rise in glory
To the sky!

I guard the treasure of her mind

I leave her not alone behind!

---

The sanderlings race down the strand;
The gulls are huddled on the sand;

The day is crawling up the beach,
And I am counseled in the breach.

Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
NOT FOR YOU
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
:)

.

विपदा का है अंधकार भरा,
तू सिर्फ आने वाली रोशनी पर ध्यान लगा दे,
आपदा के अवसर मैं तू सिर्फ परमात्मा में ध्यान लगा ले।

किसका रब बड़ा किसका छोटा,
इन सब बातों में क्या रखा है?
जितने हैं हाथ उठा ऊपर नतमस्तक हो ले,

कितने बचे, कितने जिए, कौन रहा, कौन गया,
क्या कर लेगा गिनती कर के?
अपने होने का शुक्रिया अदा कर,
जब तक है तब तक बस तू उसकी खिदमत कर ले,

इंसान बनाया है तुझको, इंसान जन्म का कर्ज़ उतार ले,
इंसानियत की मिसाल बन के,
हर जिंदगी आबाद कर दे।

अपने कल के लिए बेकार के सवाल ना बना,
ना जाने कल कौन फरिश्ता मदत के लिए आएगा,
माफ़ी की फेहरिस्त यूंही न बढ़ा ले।

वक्त बहुत नाज़ुक आया है,
गीता, बाइबल, कुरान, गुरुमुखी सब तू पढ़ ले,
बेज़ूबान की भी हो सके तो थोड़ी मदत कर दे।

किसी कि ताजपोशी के लिए किसी को मज़ाक ना बना तू,
किसी की कहानी का मसखरा किरदार ना बन तू,
अपनी कहानी लिखने का वक्त आया है,
अपनी क़िताब के पन्ने अमन और मोहोब्बत की श्याही से भर ले।

जीवन मिला है शुक्रगुजार बन,
मालिक के गले लग ले
जितना हो पाए तू उन्हीं के नाम का जप कर ले।

Sparkle In Wisdom

I just realized that so many compared to what I thought look at my poems
I just realized that most of my poems on saving the planet are unheard
I just wanna say MY MOST IMPORTANT POEMS ARE 'BOUT SAVING THE WORLD
SO STOP LOOKING AT THIS WRITE OR CHECK-OUT POEMS ABOUT SAVING THE WORLD
I'm just bored soooo....
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And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.

-
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
-
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
-
gleaming
with
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
bland
wax candle prose
written
by plain poet hands
-

The Devil
came down to reason...
His ethics no longer conflict
I think it only fair to say
twas true love
I mostly missed...

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!

Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-

The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
You’ve been hurt
You’ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you

The moment someone knows me
The moment someone sees
I exist
I am present
I am back to being me

And so I go where noone knows me
To where I'm openly not seen
To not exist for a few hours
Is such a blessing
Not to be

It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.