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 Jul 2012 Deepsha
Sean Kassab
I wield this pen like an extension of my arm
The scalpel I use to carve your memory from my past
Erasing our history with the deft strokes
Of crossed T’s and dotted I’s
That makes you fade from my literature

But the bad taste of blood still lingers on my lips
From the cuts of every sharp word we spoke
Regurgitated like spears
Hurled at each other’s hearts
Leaving our throats raw and silent in their passing

While you stabbed me with a daggered glare
From glacial orbs that watched
As I swallowed my own sword
By dipping the quill in the ink well
And setting fire to your enemy encampments

When we two enemies had burned to the ground
The smoke and ash that remained
Was blown away like the sands of time
Until nothing remained but the scalpel
Gripped firmly in the bones of the hand
 Jul 2012 Deepsha
CA Guilfoyle
My bed of stone polished cold
wintery bones no sleeping
Abandoned - thirsty on the vine
lips of wine to dine me drinking
Kissing fools and lovers,
my passion plays, go dreaming
Still your body next to mine
my soul is silence screaming
I may add to this one.
 Jul 2012 Deepsha
martin
Why write ?
 Jul 2012 Deepsha
martin
This compulsion to share
What we feel, what we think
To open our hearts in permanent ink

This primordial urge
To do what we do
Where does it come from
Can you give me a clue

Do you remember your very first line
The very first time for you
Did the moment just flow
Was it so long ago
Did the duck go to water
Or the lamb to the slaughter
For you

To share is real nice
But it's for ourselves that we write
Maybe it's just our way
To stay afloat
So we can cope
With the junk thrown at us every day
I met a young woman from Biarritz
Whose face was covered in zits
It was a real shame
But I didn't complain
Because she had perfect...other...bits
 Jul 2012 Deepsha
K Balachandran
1
I realize this:
every cruel night
talks to me more about light.
That albescent star, over there
on the western sky limit,
would appear when I am in dark,
to show me path, till I get back-
on my lonely track.
Is it a mere apparition,
conjured up by my imagination?
That star is there for me
as and when I desire,
in times of desolation or need
we are connected by the strings
of our hearts, mysterious,isn't it?
  2
Lone auburn star,
a drop of sacrificial blood
over the far horizon,
is full of love in the boil,
she is burning with desire for ages,
I know from the day, i first set my eyes on her,
this is a love beyond time and space,
a love, few recognize that burns within us for ever.
I have no words, to express
how it feels like or what it means
I am at my lonely window,
she is up there,
only our hearts forget distance and touch,
bandying thoughts that elate us,
the fire in us burn together.
All I learned about  love's magnifique,
is from her simmering  silent presence,
what if we'll never come together?
Love is immortalized in one lover's
sacrifice for the other;
she and I vie with each other for that.
3
The smiling star
eyeing me with an affection limitless,
is my dear sister, lost touch
with me from early childhood,
we grew up in different parts of the universe,
yet the stardust in us, binds together,
Every night when, stars die
and become gaping dark holes,
that never let a ray of light escape,
my sister would weep, a sorrow I witness,
from a million light years away,
and long to wipe her streaming tear drops.
**Aren't we all a dream,
a cosmic painting abstract, so vivid,
one day she and I and every bit
would go away, transformed in to dust
and get separated as elements.
The sun and moon would weep for us,
but we would be one with bliss!
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