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Born Mar 2016
I've learned from the mistakes I've made and I chose to leave my past behind. This is my next life
  Mar 2016 Born
Nat Lipstadt
my Mumbai woman

~~~

to my Indian poets & friends
all be advised,

my piety, my muse,
has decamped me for weeks on end
to your
yon far and fair lands

the red dot beside her
electronic signature
a sign of her absence,
seemingly to have been
magically transferred
to her forehead

so perhaps my love poetry
will become absent, reticent,
quiescent

or perhaps

it will build brighter, effervescing
in my very own Taj Mahal,
an edifice built by great love past
and yet ever still present,
for I testify,
I have many times it,
seen imbued,
lovingly observed
between a certain
men and women here writ large,
who there permanent reside,
and in my heart as well

spend a minute many,
all my fingers and
toes employed
how many, so many,
Indian fellow travelers
on poetry lanes and yellow dust encrusted roads,
in cities unpronounceable
that this illiterate literary fool
has come to know and multi-arm entwine

to you,

I commend and command to you
her safety,
asking immodestly for
an imposition, an interference

pray to the local gods,
your heads of state and highest nature's,
that they be her
beside,
her unobserved
safe-keepers,
as she treks your country's
Northern pastures

let her skin glow from
your brighter rays,
eyes even wider~wiser opened
by the newness of your antiquity,
your glorious,
poetic place
in our world
of words
Born Mar 2016
Many years ago
a possible
love story was formed

It began like
every other story
a gaze that
stops time
and a very bad idea

Not his bad idea
hers



for some reasons
that day he was loaded
with anger
He desperately wanted to smash something

Lucky for him
a thief showed up
a girl thief
it didn't matter to him
cause he wanted to smash something
or someone in this case
He drew his sword and they danced for awhile


  
  He didn't
   believe in love
   but she said
   this is our love story
  
   He laughed so hard and said
   the kinda love story
   that I want to **** someone
   and you just show up
Born Mar 2016
When I tell my children
My love story

It should have
tension, drama and action

And my heart
should be filled with romance
  Feb 2016 Born
The Girl Who Loves You
She faded into the shadows
        of the love
             she wished she could forget
She solemnly swore
        to drown herself
               in the memory of her regret
Her eyes burned at the sight
         of the lost love
             she'd erased years ago
Her thoughts wondered
         and traveled to places
               she never meant to go
Life attacked her before
         she was even ready
                to feel the pain
Love forced her into the storm
         before she'd even
                 experienced **the rain
Born Feb 2016
°*There is a clear line between right and blur
I don't know which one is wrong
but
since you've been gone
I've been hanging on
a thread of lost ghost

Kimberly
that's a beautiful name
but
with you
I kept  acing mistakes
©Ibrahim
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