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 Apr 2019 Seema
Jacob Ciciora
A boy dreamt of words
Reaching far and wide

A boy dreamt of hearts
To touch and inspire

A boy gave everything
To a world which gave him not

A boy heard notes of songs
From artists crying out

A boy wrote his dreams
Then broke at their absence

A boy now serves his unions
Onboard dry hulls and hearts

A man is now settled
Though now he does not dream
 Apr 2019 Seema
Logan Robertson
Such creaking of old
                            clutched hands,
  wrinkles expressed
                               mark transient veins of time.

Logan Robertson

4/03/2019
I think as one ages they go up the proverbial creek. The days at the rivers mouth, in it's
longevity, come winding down from the mountain. I see this analogy in nature. I see my hands. The verbage expressed holds two meanings here, regretfully.
 Apr 2019 Seema
Elizabeth
October
 Apr 2019 Seema
Elizabeth
It was fall now and something fell from the sky and atop my head it sat. I figured it be something of green leaves or the tears from a clouds uncertainty. The water lay in cracks deep underneath the piles of autumn leaves over sidewalks where children played games of hopscotch and three pile. There was something of fall when things grew old and shriveled that made me realize the meaning of old love, there was something in the crisp air that let me feel like a new beginning. The leaves told me it was time to start anew.
The best season of them all
 Apr 2019 Seema
Gabriel burnS
Window
 Apr 2019 Seema
Gabriel burnS
The moon is a question mark,
A door of the night
And I am none of its answers
But I enjoy the conversation
 Apr 2019 Seema
Gabriel burnS
It’s obvious why we tend to become stuck on the details
And I mean “when”
It’s no surprise it’s through the surface
That we explain what can’t be seen
Yet can be eyed by heightened senses
The softest to know, the hardest to describe
It’s not a place, that knowledge, but “a” time
sink to resurface
 Apr 2019 Seema
Mystic River
In a dark corner of my room; i was sitting like a frightened Child..

The Walls of my dreams are shaking..
Every wish of mine is breaking..

There are demons dancing in the flame..
I am screaming your name..

Can you hear me scream..
Can you break free my dream!!
 Apr 2019 Seema
Jayantee Khare
When the relations are sedentary,
The love is sedimentary,
Keep moving and shaking....
 Apr 2019 Seema
Jayantee Khare
सिर्फ़ आवाज़ सुनकर
अगर कोई हाल जान जाए,
हम कितना झूठ कहें कि ठीक हैं
पर वो न मान पाए।
जो धड़कन सुन ले
दिल को देख ले,
जो दूर से ही
दुखती नब्ज़ पकड़ ले
अनकहे लफ़्ज़ पढ़ ले।
महसूस करे
जो दर्द छुपा हुआ,
समझ सके जो तबियत को
जान ले जो मिजाज़ को।
कभी कभी ऐसा भी कोई आता है
ज़िन्दगी में,
माँ के सिवा ...
Just listening to your voice
The one who knows everything,
How many lies do we say to hide the truth
But not believing it.
Hears the beat
Sees the heart,
Who is far but feels aching nerve
Reads the untold words
Feels
the pain which was hidden,
Can understand the moves,
Takes care of the mood
Sometimes...
someone like this comes in life,
Other than mother...
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