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  Apr 2017 Arun C
South by Southwest
He said "Yes"
I said "Okay."
But I really wasn't listening
to what he had to say
I was looking through the past
with yellow tinted lenses
When you have been driven out
they don't let you sneak back in

So we will build a green bricked wall
that smells just like money
After all this is the land
of milk and honey

After a long lifetime
I'm sure it broke his heart
to see the promised land
from the mountain top
The new land lay before him
But his time had come to part

Forty years with cloud by day
A pillar of fire at night
Jesus spent his forty days
in the desert wondering about .

Satan took Him to his mountain top
Promised him the world
"No thank you Satan
I'll give Heaven now that whirl ."

You see it was Jesus that said "Yes"
When I uttered that "okay"
He looked at me and then he said
"I see you have a lot to learn
before you come back home one day."
Everyone has their deserts to cross and their mountains to climb .
  Apr 2017 Arun C
Aurelia
There are places , where people dont understand
I have been there and , it's not a good site
There are questions , which cannot be answered
I have asked them and , it's not all right

There are among others , who will not lend a hand
You have to smile and , hold on tight

But , there are few on your side and stand by
Catch them hard as they are your Kites
As you fall , along with you they land
They will stay as long as you fight
No matter how many people get you tanned
They will make way and show you the light

Because many will pull you down to drown
But a few will pull you up to fly

It might get dark but , it's up to you
To find and make this place for us to Smile :)
we feel alone sometimes but
we have to find our Kite
and have faith
Traveling along this lonely road
This endless flat terrain
Going forward
step by step
but getting nowhere
So why?
I ask
to the darkening clouds above me
Why do I take this road
The road walked by none
none other than me
I wish I could find
This place where I'm going
But this road never ends
never turns
never bends
So why?
I ask once again
Why do I take this road
*This road leading nowhere.
The poem about lost and found...
  Apr 2017 Arun C
Ambika Jois
We don’t love like we used to love
What it meant to us is a blur now
The light has left behind everything
What’s remaining is still us, somehow

There were loads of games that we used to play
Along the way we lost each other
Our dreams turned into nightmares
So now, where is our ‘forever’?

Take a look at me – can you recognize me?
I used to be that bird only you could free
And now I’m singing my heart out for your mercy
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody

You stayed quiet just to let me talk
Never spoke your mind, I’m dejected
How and why must I endure anymore,
When your heart and mine is connected

I need a light at the end of this tunnel
No pretending we’ve got it alright
When you won’t hear a single word from me,
How would you know if my heart cried?

Maybe I’m not as special as you first thought
But I still love you endlessly from my heart
Tell me we can go back there again and start
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody
There’s no such thing as unconditional love. Well, that’s not entirely true. There IS such a thing as unconditional love. It only shows up evidently when we remain without any conditioning as we deliver such love. Does that make sense? ‘Cause, see, when we ‘love’, it comes with a set of conditions. Basic stencil for the art of such loving comes with expectations. If we love and bear zero expectations, that’s probably the only time love is unconditional; Or else, does it not become conditional when the most basic requirement to declare such love is that we expect it to be recognized? Noticed, even? When circumstances change, conditions change. We also change. Being who we used to be when things around us have changed is also a change in us as we no longer fit with the current circumstances like we did with the last time. Isn’t that enough to say – change is inevitable? Logically, if we don’t keep up with that change, won’t we be the ones to miss out, lose out, miss and lose? We get left behind. It happens to all of us.
  Apr 2017 Arun C
Raquel Butler
It’s odd
To be so intensely connected with one self’s interior…
To constantly bathe in past memories like sepia coated 60s reel…
To flip through emotions, cataloging their density yet being unable to see through the great complex field…
How does one have the entire plot?
How does one have all the development?
Yet lack the ability to articulate a proper character analysis?
It seems almost nonsensical,
To have all the experience but none of the memories.
Is it the time, a track not run all the way through?
Or is it a common oversight, a piece just out of view?
All this musing feels a bit inane,
These cyclical thoughts nearly driving me insane.
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