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 Apr 2017 Susan Jacob
JAC
Differences
Are but blemishes on the surface
Of safety, comfort, love and strength
But blemishes hurt like hell.
 Apr 2017 Susan Jacob
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Dunno
 Apr 2017 Susan Jacob
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I find myself
with nothing to say
that is to say
unable to express
what I want to say
am I letting down my muse
or is my muse
letting me down
has it retired
to wherever mute muses go.
where do they go
somewhere too quiet
Many a time, it's often been said
Look into the eyes,
A soul can be read.
In your eyes though,
So gently displayed
So much more than a soul,
An entire world, there lay.

A tint of blue, and a hint of grey.
Within those emerald eyes,
Innocence and mischief play..

Watch them,
The little messages they give away,
Messages of passion and beauty,
Of power and grace.

Those little gems, embedded on a goddess' face.
Those little gems, they glint and glimmer.

With the life of a spirit.
Every color, and every shade
As open as the ocean,
I'm lost at sea with your gaze.
Not many have the immutable goodness in them like you do. We haven't known each other for too long, but I'd like to say that you're everything that is worth admiring and more. This one's an ode to you, Em. :)
Quiet nights remind me of your voice.
The silence cut ever so delicately.
Blades of whispers.
Whispers of sweet nothings.
What keeps the fire in this heart alight.

Quiet nights remind me of your eyes.
The glint of a beautiful moon.
The hope of a million galaxies,
Twinkling.
As darkness cowers.
Hides.

Quiet nights remind me of you.
All the little things that you would do.
And though half a world away you may be from me.
Though once in a blue moon, you I get to see.

Quiet nights like these.
Will always remind me of you.

*Emily
Clear, crisp, beautiful warm night with the moon up high and the stars out playing with the fires in our hearts.
These nights remind me of you.
It's been 84 days and counting.
Far from me you may be, but too far you will never be. :)

Happy birthday you strong, beautiful young lady..
May all that's good be yours and all you wish be true someday. :)
Things have changed, to say the least.
A long time it's been,
Not many words did we speak.
Though something within me,
Something says,
Some things will never change.
The core of this,
It remains the same.

Separated by seas,
Even by time, as it may be.

I know, though, of yours,
Heart,mind, soul and all.
Are stronger than never before.
From seventeen to Twenty Three.
I'm glad to have been there for it all.

A beautiful inspiration
You will forever be.
Someone to look up to,
For others and for me.

Happy Birthday, Gol.
With another year older,
You get that much closer,
To the world being your very own.
G.
I know it's been long since I wrote to you,
but I just wish I was home to celebrate you. :)

This is an ode to all you are and
all you have the potential to be.
It isn't much, I know,
but I sincerely wish for you the world,
I want you to know that
your friendship is invaluable to me.

Happy Twenty Three, Gol. :)
 Apr 2017 Susan Jacob
Shanath
I have given up every single noon
In the past few months,
And have gone to bed tired,
Wondering if I ever should feel,
What is the meaning as I start to weep?
Tears stain my cheeks,
The corner of my eyes red,
Swollen like petals folded out,
I stared out into the dark
And I saw darkness staring at me.
I asked my friend yesterday
What was the meaning of my life?
She never answered.

I saw adults fight,
I saw one scream,
And the other one kept on hitting.
I saw a blood pumped boy
Pull out an accessory sword
And wield it to ****.
I saw a young girl
Kneeling to God
And I saw her sister follow
But she gave up soon,
When she was touched by a man
She never even knew.

I saw hope burn up into flames
And I saw a veteran die blind in bed
All alone.
I saw the poor man dying in an empty stomach
Without his wife on his bedside
Who went out feeding strangers.
And I saw the rich rob people
Of their dignity.
I saw a father slapping his sick child
Because the medicines hadn't kicked in.
I saw a mother corrupted by cancer
As she prayed to heal others.
I saw a son grow to hate his father
And yet needing him.
I saw a daughter being failed
Even though she was the only one trying.
I saw a grown girl cover her eyes
To hide from her father.
I saw chairs flung onto the floor,
I saw glass smashed by bare hands,
I saw utensils fall into each other
And I saw quiet men enraged.
And I don't think
I ever once saw Him.

Yet I woke up this very morning
And for a few seconds
I couldn't make out my room,
And in that oblivion I realized
Hope wasn't in the good,
The happy moments
It was in the denial, the ignorance,
It was in the wait to die
And yet living.
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