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 Feb 2016 Purab
Oscar Wilde
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye
Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek,
Ithaca’s cliff, Lycaon’s snowy peak,
And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls’ laughter at the stern,
The only sounds:—when ‘gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
I feel trapped inside my own lungs.
Like a tribe without a leader.
A wolf without a pack.

I feel lost.
without
you.
 Feb 2016 Purab
SøułSurvivør
music lives
music breathes
music loves
music grieves

music courts
music shouts
music wins
music pouts

music grows
music clings
music clicks
music rings

music sings
music sighs
music weeps
music dies
Try this style if you want
A challenge. Use a word
Like poetry or art or whatever.
It's not as easy as it looks!
 Feb 2016 Purab
Jahanvi Goyal
I made a mistake,
I once had expectations from you.
The faith now seems vague,
The bond is lost which had constantly grew.
But I won't sit here and cry,
For to be stronger, at times, a little you've to die.
Catch more of my unspoken but omnipresent at Instagram/Facebook :
HEARMESPEAL_OFFICIAL
Feedbacks appreciated. Thank you :)
 Feb 2016 Purab
Jahanvi Goyal
I owe you for giving me hope,
I owe you for giving me the  opportunity,
I owe you for helping me to cope,
I owe you to perfect even the nitty-gritty!
You are life and I owe you mine!
My new venture:
Instagram - hearmespeak_official
Facebook - hearmespeak_official
 Jan 2016 Purab
Sarah Oh
The days are getting shorter
The nights are getting longer
Time to rest my heart a little
Onward to the next chapter, my dear
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