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  Mar 2020 Janal Rajput
Nyx
I'm not like the sunlight, I'm not warm and bright
My rays don't sparkle nor glisten with light
People aren't drawn to me in the summer haze
They don't spend their afternoons adoring my gaze

I'm more like the moonlight within the darkest nights
Not bright nor beautiful but still providing some light
My rays are soft and gentle, peaceful as such
I won't burn nor blister the people with my touch

And though I arent as loved, nor am I as romanticized by poets
I'll hide in the shadows of silver clouds, You'd hardly even notice
But I'll give you what I can, I'll listen to your woes
So even on the darkest nights, you won't feel so alone

So come sit upon the rooftops, every once in a while
Rugged up in a blanket, show me that perfectly imperfect smile
Cause even though I can't provide the same love, as the sun gives days
I promise I'll stay by your side, giving you little glisten of moonlight
Forever and Aways

~
Different types of lights with different types of lives
Though moonlight can be just as nice as the sun
  Mar 2020 Janal Rajput
Mitch Prax
You keep pouring sorrow
into my glass that is
already full.
You pour
and you pour,
until it overflows,
and then you pour
some more.
  Mar 2020 Janal Rajput
Issy
i'm a prisoner of opinion
behind the bars of my mind
the key is out of reach
from the chains on my feet
my mouth wants to shout
it has come to this amount
  Mar 2020 Janal Rajput
N
She was named after love,
and letters were exchanged
between lovers in her name

Poets found their muse
when she visited their hearts
and I was one of them

But my love never
reached her heart
like hers did mine

And so she left,
when my stubborn heart was
aching to be laced with hers

She left,
and my eyes were searching,
yearning for her

Dear Heyam,
I swear on love letters
and you
For it is the last poem
I write about you
The name Heyam -هيام- means ardent love in Arabic, that was my lover’s name. She’s the ex I’m always writing about, and I pray to Aphrodite that this is the last poem I write for her.
Janal Rajput Mar 2020
I think about you all the time;

Each thought as if a finger cut,

From knife as sharp as time,

One that was dipped in lime.
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