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 Aug 2017 R Arora
Phantom Poet
Human life,
A complex journey,
Many emotional ties,
One prime story,
As time flies,
Some celebrated glories,
And many desperate cries,
Many broken ties,
Many spoken lies,
New milestones,
New Life goals,
A living poetry,
An enchanting story,
Lost memories,
The joy,
The ploy,
The struggles and ease,
It is god's,
Magnificent masterpiece.
Hope to be mine too
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Lia
Guess what? Summer is over, and so are we
It has been a while since the last time you were lying next to me
There was this one night when I felt the slightest pinch of hurt,
I kind of miss you but not the times you treated me like dirt.

When I bumped into you I wanted to say, “Hi. How are you? It has been a while..”
But rather I just gave you a nod while wearing my brightest smile,
You walked away from us, and so did I
But I can’t pretend that I don’t want to know the reason why.

And it has been a while since I wrote about anything,
Just around the corner, I witness you start your new fling
So it triggered my thoughts that have been at bay
Yet I’m stuck right here with almost nothing to say.

Amidst the confusion, I’m all good now.
Best to end your show, go on and take a bow.
I recount our story filled with misery with considerable bile
You are my last love and it makes no sense because it has been a while.
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Sprishya
Adulthood
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Sprishya
It has to be better than this
The lemonades are turning to dust
Silverlinings have all rained down
Life's got to be bigger than this
The flower that once was
Now a thorn sharper than dead dreams
Stabbing all hope
This dark vacuum is ******* me in
I'm holding on to the last beam of light
But my grip is slipping and I'm scared
Aren't things supposed to work out?
Well begun is now all undone
(Los Angeles, Aug 22 2017)
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Seema
A broken jar
I fixed when fell
From a far
No one can tell

A broken heart
I tried to fix
But part by part
It all got mixed

A birds feather
I tried to catch
It blew off further
In the thorn patch

A child's cry
Weakened my soul
I went close by
His leg stuck in a hole

A set of painful eyes
Watched me through
An angel in disguise
Yes, that's true

I am quite broken
But I am strong
I am not a token
Don't take me wrong

My love is in my smile
Like a tombstone on a grave
I think for a short while
Then just smile and wave...


©sim
Smile, even when you think your life is sinking.
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Seema
Love has no religion
Nor does hate
But in every society
There is a rate

The superiority of faith
Over the many gods
All who reside in heaven
As we live between odds

If only our blood color
Reflected our skin
Then the religion we belong
Would be easy to pin

The devil in our heads
Plays the tune of hatred
And makes us believe
In other demeaning sacred

Fooling us to the extent
Where we **** each other
Regardless of who they are
Either it's the mother or father

A complete brainwashed
From the faith of love
While rotting in the prison
Then we hail our prayers above...

©sim
Hate no one, love everyone.
  I have not criticized any religion in my poem. Neither do I condemn or degrade any beliefs. I wrote this piece "Love and Religion" just like any other poem I write. It is nothing to do with my personal belief. If my poem somehow gave you a negative insight, then I am truly sorry. Thanks!
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Alber
Poets
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Alber
Poets are always looking out a window
As they struggle to get the words right
Revisit and revise
But do not  plagiarize.
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Spike Milligan
There must be a wound!
No one can be this hurt
and not bleed.

How could she injure me so?
No marks
No bruise

Worse!
People say 'My, you're looking well'
.....God help me!
She's mummified me -
ALIVE!
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Spike Milligan
Two children (small), one Four, one Five,
Once saw a bee go in a hive,
They'd never seen a bee before!
So waited there to see some more.
And sure enough along they came
A dozen bees (and all the same!)
Within the hive they buzzed about;
Then, one by one, they all flew out.
Said Four: 'Those bees are silly things,
But how I wish I had their wings!'
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Spike Milligan
Young are our dead
Like babies they lie
The wombs they blest once
Not healed dry
And yet - too soon
Into each space
A cold earth falls
On colder face.
Quite still they lie
These fresh-cut reeds
Clutched in earth
Like winter seeds
But they will not bloom
When called by spring
To burst with leaf
And blossoming
They sleep on
In silent dust
As crosses rot
And helmets rust.
 Aug 2017 R Arora
Spike Milligan
My sister Laura's bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can't lift her, I've tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.
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