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 Jan 2023 SUDHANSHU KUMAR
irinia
hear listen to the sound
of the crisp snow spinning the air
say hello where are you
say farewell to the old moon
while rivers are carrying their quiet darkness
and all the poems untouched
by emptiness
remake or retake
get drunk with lucidity
get high as the wind passing through
untold stories
Love songs were written
in dreams long forgotten
when words were all that
we knew.
 Jan 2023 SUDHANSHU KUMAR
Andrew
She looks happy
on the outside
but feels ugly
on the inside
no man
could take
this away
not even if
they loved her
in every way
 Jan 2023 SUDHANSHU KUMAR
Kellin
I am not well; I could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling onto life and reason
All is fine
Let’s pretend
Not much of a stretch
But still
Stretched
Someday maybe
Almost fine ends
But at the same time
Almost fine
Is better than
Not good
Keep to the right
You know the way
Lonely night
Long day
When right is sometimes
The solitary way
 Jan 2023 SUDHANSHU KUMAR
Jester
Trying to swim but I'm drowning in the shallow end
No deep water for this first timer
You set a goal and cried a river which never ended, now it's an ocean and I'm an island.
Set sail sailor
Now the ship sunk and I'm watching the waters lap higher and higher, here I sink.
I say a prayer under my breath and tip my hat to the sea before me.
She finally got the best of me.
No matter the time, no matter the work, I feel like I failed, like I let you down.
Now take to the lifeboats, I added to these turbulent waves so with the ship I go.
The waters taking me, so here I sit and with the ship I go.
i just found out today that on poemhunter.com
on the 26th of January, The Child of The Sun was selected as the  POEM OF THE DAY:
and this makes me very very happy  🙂

The Child of The Sun

it is a shadow,

of the tree
dark lighting
at the zenith of the day, tasting
the sweat on the man's forehead

the child of the sun
it is a shadow

of grass
opaque existence
angle of light
in the calmness of the earth

the child of the sun
it is a shadow

silently
following the man, to the water spring
in the valley of springs

the mother sun
quenches its thirst
with the tears of the earth

the child of the sun
it is a shadow
🙂 Last week, I had some thoughts about me giving up on writing, that it is a waste of time, and that there are more important things to do, but today I received this message, and I am wow. My eyes popped out like onions.
In the last 3 years I have been devoted, waking up every morning at 4:30-5am, writing whatever was coming, whatever my psychic was breathing out over the night, without questioning, I was there waiting for the invisible, facing it, receiving it as a gift and converting it into poems.
and today seeing this I am like a newborn, and I receive the message like ”the show must go on, baby ...:)”


So, in the end, the truth is that everyone needs a drop of appreciation from somewhere. We are creatures of receiving appreciation and love! No matter what we do as work, or create, in us, we carry the need to know that there out, somewhere in this world is someone appreciating what we do, invent, or imagine. There is no other way ...
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