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  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
K Balachandran
The smile of the white bloom, in my crown
its fragrance spreads across galaxies of neurons,
none can fully imagine the scene, I haven't seen
it's stellar design baffles humans, resists exploration.

On single file pass days and nights, indefatigable
rainbows are made and unmade, making clouds
blush and hoping for  bridges across them,
why, even the universe dances to the tunes we play

Ever  at ease, I walk silently past the blue mountains,
of remembrance, mostly love created, a miracle!
At times a poet, a scientist,a  cosmologist,or a mystic in solitude
finds the need to "stand and stare"wonder, speaks in metaphors.

Looking st the fireworks sky manages, I hallucinate,
an astronaut I become, who knows nothing about time
one wished to live in timelessness for ever and when,
that dream comes true, loses within and be nothingness.
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
nivek
What fruits can be offered you can store and eat through Winter
the long dark months of sleeping and frugal daylight dimly showing
itself in moments of wonder. This is the seed and you are the sower the bread maker breaking and sharing this One loaf to another.
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
Chris Weallans
It starts
in the quiet
itching in the fingers
like new skin knitting under blistered burns.

I have always written.
Before I had my letters
(before the lessons
with stubby pencils
curving sense out of the air)
I would scrawl nonsense waves
folding and boiling
in a crash of senseless surf
onto pages meant for pictures

I scribbled a whole Atlantic
before sense and sound
delivered the waves to reason.

I still find it hard,
when writing,
not to let the rolling sea
scatter into fragment waves
that whisper into the breeze of my fingers.

I have tried many addictions,
I have spent people like money.
I have tied my hands
to stop from fussing at the leaves.
If I ever loved I left it still spinning,
but I have never lost the itch

a pen to scratch its bleed of ink
into a sweet clean ****** page.
To scrawl my feint history
in every broken harbour
of her yielding skin.
  Oct 2014 NuurSeraph
Amitav Radiance
When you have walked too far
And reached the edge of the world
Realizing, you have come beyond
Where the unknown waves to you
Away from the slippery ground
Now you have found a footing
To take the next step towards unknown
No way to explain the feeling
Only the heart knew it all along
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