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 Aug 2017 Shivam S
Sandoval
Sky
 Aug 2017 Shivam S
Sandoval
Sky
Thirty seven thousand feet,
in the air.

Scattered towns
look like tiny galaxies in the night sky.

I could write a thousand poems.

But all I can think of is
the magic in your eyes.

*Sandoval
Traveling is good for the soul, though you never forget what you left back home.
 Aug 2017 Shivam S
Qynn
Untitled
 Aug 2017 Shivam S
Qynn
More than anything
I wish I had the strength
To rip my heart out
Throw it on the ground
And let it wither
And rot away to nothing.

My heart
And the amount of love I have
For you -
They have poisoned me.

They have turned me into a bitter,
Hateful,
Resentful,
Jealous person.

And I would rather my heart die
Than continue on this way.
 Aug 2017 Shivam S
Cné
Heaven
 Aug 2017 Shivam S
Cné
There is a place that I go
that exists within my mind.
And when I'm feeling troubled,
I can leave this world behind.

On wings of gossamer
I'll sail in airships made of mist
to sparkling shores of diamond dust
the golden sun has kissed.

There are unicorns with silver horns
and friendly dragons too.
There's griffins, fauns and centaurs
why, it's heaven's petting zoo.

The rain falls gently on my face
from tears the angels shed.
And blessings from The Father fall
like leaves on every head.

I'll swim in lakes of lavender
and also float upon my back.
to see a glittering rainbow there
with no colors does it lack.

There is no evil in this place
no envy, pride or hate.
For if I wish admission there,
I check them at the gate.

I'm kin to every heartbeat
and a soul mate to each star.
And I'm never lost or scared
for He's never very far.

And everyone is family there
the humans and the beasts.
There is no *******.
There's no "greatest" and no "least".

Someday, I'll find thy solitude
and there I shall abide.
And I'll join the souls
that I have missed
upon thy mystic tide.
 Jul 2017 Shivam S
Cloudy Heart
I traveled to a city where the buildings kissed the clouds and the streets were so loud I couldn't even think
but in the midst of all of the beautiful chaos I still managed to think of you
we weren't even talking at the time and I thought of you
I thought of how you'd admire the city with your excited eyes and squeeze my hand every time something caught your interest
I thought of how we'd walk the streets and parks for hours and just talk about every little thing
I thought of how we'd lie awake at 4am whispering sweet sleepy words
I thought of how I wished you were mine
I was in the middle of such a beautiful city
everything was so new to me
and all I wanted to do
was share it with you
-m.a
...
 Jul 2017 Shivam S
Aditi
Go on.
 Jul 2017 Shivam S
Aditi
I smiled, I bled,
I carried on and on for you
I crawled, I fell
I got up, bruised and blue, for you
Even though I don't know how,
Now,
But I stayed for you.

You stayed, you ran
You carried on and on for you
You cheated, you lied
There was always something else and someone else you'd rather do
Even though i don't know why,
Now
But you did it for you.

You confessed, you sinned,
So many versions of truth,
I did not know what to believe in,
But I believed in you.
I raged on, I waned,
So many goodbyes
I could not fulfil,
But you showed me how to
And you did it for you.

So, just go.
With your hurried goodbyes
And hesitated hellos.

So, just go.
My love will continue
to Bloom.

The sadness that became a part of our love,
Take it with you too.

And just go.

I will smile, I will bleed
I will carry on and on
For myself.

I will love, carve poems out of
another person's name.
Even though I don't know how,
Now.

So, I will just go now,
go
On and on.
I don't want to be your sun
I want to be the moon
Pale, faint,
You might not even notice me sometimes
But when you need me the most
When you are lost
I will be there
Having never left.
 Jul 2017 Shivam S
Mary Oliver
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
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