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 Aug 2019 Corvus
My soul was more loyal
Than your shadow.
You let me go
I accepted
Then why now?
After all this time.
Your rusted sword
Cuts deeper.
Deeper than I have ever thought.
Claiming good
Doesn't make you good.
So let me go forever.
 Oct 2018 Corvus
Nat Lipstadt
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
it is all I know.

Jan 6, 2013
your effusive and lengthy comments are each a poem in their own right.  

Tinkered with June 22, 2013
With a push from Bala,
A serial peeper, thank God!
 Jun 2018 Corvus
Midnight Rain
i can taste heartbreak in my mouth
like a sweltering iron
    within me,
&  searing my lips
when i spill out
             your name

a passing thought
 Jun 2018 Corvus
Deovrat Sharma
i want
to say something
i wish to say many thing
i know you also eager
to utter every


our herats
are filled with emotions
our minds wish to make confession to the feelings which can't  be  described
during the  erstwhile time
through revelation *

it's true
we neither
able to stop nor
make time prehension
while you are being with me
it's auspicious like the heaven

just like
with the open eyes
always makes me alive
you are blessings of god
to my heart and soul

to the destiny
i always  find you with me
to walk  on the path of
and with full
of ambition*

© deovrat 06-06-2018
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