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Fight, struggle, or plot, but remain with the lot. 
We are the ingredients of life with a unique flair. 
When we blend well, we make life a beautiful piece of art.
The wind is blowing hard today.
The straggling clouds have come together to cover the sky, leaving an imposing gloom in their wake. Fear shakes people's lives. They are unaware that nature simply pours—it doesn't wail.
becomes larger as time moves on.
it started early, with greek poetry,
the radio, which played all day.
 Feb 5 Shani
Nishu Mathur
I found the moon
on a bed of flowers
With his beams
cast in white
In a moonlit garden
that gleamed in silver
On a clear and cloudless
starry night

No reds stood proud
no tangerines
No purples
in royal sheen
Quiet greys
and blooms of whites
tossed back
his ivory light

I found comfort
peace and calm
In darkness
that lent her charm
The greens warmed
by a streaming stole
And beauty
that heals the soul

Each day is lit
by the flaming sun
Yet such loveliness
when the night returns
And what mysticism
and mysteries
In darkness, these eyes can see
 Feb 5 Shani
nivek
sailed right on past
a few times or more
the place my bones
finally come to rest.
You’ll never find out
where you might have gone
If you don’t leave
where you’ve been

You’ll never approach
who you might become
If you change
with every whim

You’ll never discover what’s
over the hill
With both feet stuck
in the sand

You’ll never discern the
right from the wrong
Indecision
—your command

(The New Room: January, 2024)
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