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 Dec 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Aishu
The heart desires
To fly in the heights
Of discoveries of life
Sadness is beautiful
when
         you
                become
                             a lover
                                        of it.
Sometimes, I don’t love it.  But I’ve surely grown from it.  Respect.
 Dec 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Elias
if you
could read
my mind,
you'd be
in tears
"I loathe all hypocrisy
and courageously endure my own."
 Dec 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Boldophai
Autumn hovering
Leaves steady falling
Like forgotten memories
She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’‚π’”π’Œ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,
π’„π’π’π’„π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’˜π’π’–π’π’…,
π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅
π’„π’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
β€”her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
spring m. is simply my pseudonym.
 Dec 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
parker
Smell the cotton and sleep.

I rest in my silver casket
and You, play blind
craving to hold My skin.

Stop.

Read your every line and know;

Im still here.
so near;
Please. Dont Leave.
My ink is
Running out
But the words
Keep flowing
Paper too
Wrinkled
For words
A New pen  
Is near
A napkin
Nearby
Should get
Busy
Before
My poem
Disappears
I look at my poems
and find
that they are
worth writing
but not
reading.
 Dec 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Bibha
Undead
 Dec 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Bibha
And so the love died
I can feel it haunting me.



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