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 Apr 2014 Aditi
Kelly Anne
Meet me in the meadow,
and sing to me a song.
One I haven't heard before
but we've both known all along.

Surround me with the melody,
wrap me in sweet chords.
Sweep me towards the ocean
to walk along the shore.

There we'll stride, hand in hand
to greet the setting sun.
while colors touch your whispered wish
that two hearts shall beat as one.

And when water welcomes smiling stars,
and the breeze tickles my skin,
your words will keep me warm inside;
they'll light me from within.

We'll drift to sleep, me in your arms,
lying tangled in the sand.
And when we wake I'll ask you, please,
to sing to me again.
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Ghazal
How can you forget him
If you keep seeing yourself as
A martyr?
Stop glorifying failure.
Be a **Survivor.
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Jindomess
I see you now
Sitting at your computer
Not aware of your surroundings
I am surprised I could get this close without you noticing
Watching you stare blankly at this screen
What beautiful hair you have
To bad I have to rip it of
What beautiful skin
To bad I will cut it open
Don't worry
It will be quick
I don't know about painless
But quick
What should I do first
So many choices
Well I see no reason to stay hiding anymore
Besides it will be easy to take your life
So
Here
I
Come
Good bye
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Lunar
free fall
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Lunar
it's easy
to let your blood drip
to let your tears flow
to let yourself fall
for it feels freely natural
when you exert no force
and yet you end up hurt
because that's how
it always ends up anyway
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Kurt Kanawa
Fear
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Kurt Kanawa
I. the apparition

i don't fear death,
i fear never being born;
i fear not my last breath,
but all the breaths in between;
how do i know i'm alive?

II. the left foot

for what purpose is the sun without its light?
for what use are eyes without their sight?
for what good is a left foot without the right?
and for what joy is a string without its kite?
will i ever be complete?

III. father

as branches grow to the shape of their roots,
as vermillion bloodies every spring with a drop:
could i escape original sin?
could i become a better man--
could i become my own man?

IV. aneurysm

would lightning dare blaze up a tree
that has yet to bear fruit?
would the gods dare strike down an artist
with a painting unfinished?
fate is neither cruel nor fair.
 Apr 2014 Aditi
W. H. Auden
Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was ****** over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
 Apr 2014 Aditi
Maya Angelou
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
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