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 Dec 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma

Silver wings, magical bird
No flapping around
High fives the clouds
Nautical miles it scales
Many aboard, feel safe
In the bluest of blue skies, it peaks
Amongst the fluffy clouds
Freedom it seeks
Nose dives like a song
Silver wings, magical bird
Lands safe
 Dec 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma
Eventful the day, gave it all away  
To whoever, claimed as theirs
The minutes it had

Bright and beautiful, the sun
Rose as high as it could
To brighten up every corner

The trees grew green
Uncountable leaves could be seen
Sun had to give into the shade

The evening sighed
A sigh, it knew was all it could keep
As it met the night

The night had promises to keep
To the stars in the midnight sky
And to the day of evermore
 Dec 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma
The end would surely come
When and how and where
It never bothered to announce

The start one can imagine
Thinking when to begin
With the plan charted out
 Dec 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma
The grains of sand
Fine
Along the way lost
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 Dec 2020 Jen
Sarita Aditya Verma
The girl with specs
Sat on the window seat of the bus
From a big fat book, she read
Half finished, book marked
Peered through the curtains of the air conditioned bus, cold
Outside the sun smiled
She looked up and found the bridge above
Weaver of dreams, she wished for stories


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Was inspired by a ******* the bus
I happened to catch a glimpse of her while
in the passenger seat of the car

Windows at a glance
 Dec 2020 Jen
SAME
There is a girl out in her garden,
shes taken off her shoes again.
She raises her head up to the sky,
just so she can feel the rain.

What worries have you faced,
what troubles you?
What brings you there,
doing the things you tell yourself you must do.

All the crosses you must have bared,
and the love that you have lost;
just because you've been scared.

All these rules, you tell yourself you must live by,
are they the things that keep you lonely,
or are they the things that keep you alive?
 Dec 2020 Jen
SAME
I dream I move out into the woods,
and it gives me the things the world never could.
I sit there, my man and I,
between the shadows of the trees,
far away from a world,
that never will be pleased.

The worries I have faced,
the troubles I've been through.
What brings me here,
doing the things I tell myself I must do.

All the crosses I have bared,
and the love that I have lost;
just because I've been scared.

All these rules, I tell myself I must live by,
are they the things that keep me lonely,
or are they the things that keep me alive?
 Dec 2020 Jen
Anthony J M Brady
She is not dead but sleeps,
mother who leaves you her heritage
of life’s sweet  remembered joys.
She still lives in your heart,
in the happiness you knew,
in the dreams you shared.
Those dreams still breathe in
the lingering fragrance windblown,
from her loved and favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight's silver
laugh in the sunlight's sparkling gold.
They still speak in the echoes of words
You heard her say again and again.
They still move unaltered evergreen,
in the rhythm of waving grasses,
in the dance of tossed tree branches.

She is not dead:
her memory is warm in your heart,
a comfort in your sorrow.
She is not apart from you
but a part of you
Your love is eternal,
for those we love are with us
throughout all eternity.

Tobias
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