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Bahot ghum liya
Dard e ishq me
Ab thoda aaraam hi sahi
Lamhe me lamha ...
Kitne kitne...ki waqt e raaz raat se subhah ** jaye bin batayega khud se...
Nazrein nazaro me
Ghumti ghumsum si bewajah bewafai...wajah e nadaan...
Dil e sukoon kanha ab? Par kab tak?
Dancing..
In the lone park
Hidden snakes appeared
Astonishingly dancing like hell...
Snakes disappeared in the rainy drops

Shhhhh
Came again
Over the blue
Red n magnetically attractive
Sizzling in the middle of loneliness
Fear pinched n heart revive from pain
 Feb 2018 Seema
Em MacKenzie
Please don't you bring me down,
I don't remember when I last saw the sun.
Maybe five years ago or around,
or maybe it's only just been one.
Please don't you bring me down,
we both know I'm capable of that myself.
My smile has always been a frown,
no matter how happy I've ever felt.

I've been facing a head on collision,
with every choice and with every decision.
Chain smoking until my lungs turn black,
I'm sporting a death rattle with each wheeze and crack.
Oh how I am so lost,
I paid the price life cost.

Please don't you bring me down,
I'm living only under night skies.
Memorizing the one horse in this town,
it's been years since it last won a prize.
Please don't you bring me down,
I have no issue getting there on my own,
I've made myself a home within the ground,
the insects feed on me until the bone.

I've been facing a head on collision,
with every slice and each incision.
Chain smoking until I've lost my voice,
I cannot complain nor can I rejoice.
Oh, how I am so lost,
I leapt over the line I should never have crossed.

White doors in a white room that's stained,
white floors and yet the gloom remained.
Documented all my crimes,
only ten seconds clipped to advertise.
Shaking but not because the cold,
faking youth while feeling old.
I'm running out of things to say,
it's sunny but the clouds are always grey.

I've been facing a head on collision,
with every spark of ambition.
Chain smoking until I've reached my death,
or until there's no cigarettes left.
Oh, how I am so lost,
I've been cherished and I've been tossed.
 Feb 2018 Seema
ryn
Sing to Me
 Feb 2018 Seema
ryn
Sing me a song.
Sing of days of folly.
Sing it sad...
Sing it as it is.
Sing its story.

Extend each syllable
into mournful vibratos.
Drown the
crests of choruses
with wrenching falsettos.

Let it be soft...
But sharp as a knife is keen.
Let it reach into my chest.
And grab at the lull in between.


So sing me a song.
Sing to me how I failed.
Serve me my sadness.
Sing to me...
My tale.
 Feb 2018 Seema
Ivan Brooks Sr
Legend has it that Delilah was very beautiful
Yet her continence and deeds were all evil.
And even though Sampson wasn't very careful,
I think the power of love made him an anvil.

Delilah's pseudo-love was certainly deceitful
Maybe love chooses its own victims or preys.
Especially if the woman involved is beautiful
A factor that enhances the power of love always.

Did the power of love overwhelmed Sampson?
No, he was the victim of a contagious disease
That has no cure but when given a reason,
It will just invade your thoughts and increase.

Love is blind and it made Sampson very blind
Courtesy of the overwhelming power of love
It failed him and never treated him kind
Which leaves us an amorous mystery to solve.

Delilah, Sampson's love, was a vindictive *****
Yet his love for this woman was real and deep.
In her, he saw a very pretty woman, not a witch
Oh Man up strong man, giants don't ever weep!

Delilah the woman you Love was truly wicked
Do you clearly See what she did to you, Simpson?
Know ye that to trust a woman is to be stupid
It is my hope that you have learned your lesson.

IB-Poetry©️
2/15/2018
Trying to give this old tragic love story from the Bible a makeover.
Happenings that have to happen
Control none can't have , ever
Good and bad
By chance
Happenings , that have to happen
Control none can't have, ever

The heart does try multitasking
One two three ,snapping
Out of tune go the heartstrings

The Mind takes cognizance of the situation
Takes the heart for a mini vacation
Fine tuned the aberrations
The heart pumping back to the beats of happy notation

The Heart and The Mind
Do the Jive
Happy ,The Heart
Keeps ,The Mind alive
Both my sons got hurt ,one after the other in karate sessions , had been tending to them and then some family get togethers , no way could devote time here .
Thankfully all is well now .
Thank you all  :)
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