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Whispers,
I hear in my ears
from the wind
that carries your message
across the ocean
to reach me
in the city of million people
filled with the ecstasy of
modern civilisation of social networking.
Alas! power blackout across the city,
No Facebook, no twitter, no another other social network!
I can't reply your message,
the wind has stopped blowing, too.
 Aug 2015 Karan
Misty Meadows
Vapor
 Aug 2015 Karan
Misty Meadows
I fizz a little, drift
A little in this
Mist.
Every love's coincidental
If it's ending with a kiss.
I don't really miss
The burning and the bleeding of my
Wrist.
But my fist holds much bliss.
I am swift and too brisk.
I am...
Holding many myths
And I spit 'em from lips that
Stutter too quick.
Yet, mumble when ****** and
They only take trips when
Challenged by risk.
So, I fumble with trouble.
Guess I like it like this.
Flow lifts like vapor.
 Aug 2015 Karan
Maria Francine
Rock bottom is the place
where you realise that the
fundamental flaw in your human
character has not been overcome.
And as much as your try to deny it,
it will haunt and hinder you for the
rest of your days.*

© Maria Francine
 Aug 2015 Karan
Doofinity
Ink freckles my fingers
as I scroll quill upon parchment
Creating constellations
reflecting my heart's lament
Love, a single word
written terse
Yet stains the page
with endless verse.
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