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 Sep 2020 Shrika
Imran Islam
Could you see me
with the rising sun?
Do you feel me
when you wanna run?
Do you need my love
in the early dawn?
Then find me there
with the morning sun!

Have you missed me
in the green grass?
Did you gaze at me
in the lakeshore class?
Maybe our souls fly
from the same mass.
If you teach me to love,
then I will pass!

Do you like the jungle
and little night tent?
Do you want me to be
with you in the rent?
Ok, no more questions,
I'm gonna be silent
But what will you do
if I feel too violent?
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A house made of screams and fear .
Hedge in by the high brick walls.
A place whose all loved one disappeared
And darkness masked fear crawl.

Here every room has a story
In which each is a character.
But time and world has taken his glory
And called it a sinister.

This ghost house is similar to many of us
Engulfed by our own darkness.
Stiff but eaten by the rust .
All these make feel starkness

As of this house , THE GHOST HOUSE
To the lost ones who are not yet lost
I'm still alive

Just to fly , above the skies.

Don't wanna trapped in this truth and lies .

This world is chained by chains of hate .

Which can e broken by only hope and faith .

I want to wander under this thunder.

In this world of outlandish.

Cause I'm a solivagant

Trap me in this second.

I wanna live this moment

forever.

This beautiful butterfly

Flying under the sky

Give a hope that i can fly .

This magical angelic rain.

Pures the blood in my veins

I can't live in this world smithereened.

Where memories are congeries.

A bus or a train

Take a tour if this world once again.

Cause I'm a solivagant.

Trap me in this second.

I wanna live this moment .

Forever.
Trying to be free
The sun will go down .
The days will run out .
Nothing remains for ages
But till then memories and pain can't be forgotten.


We might say we're not afraid to die
But it's truth , it's very difficult to say goodbye.
The silhouette of the lost one
Is like eye infront of gun


Memories and pain are really same
It hurts you taking each other's name .
The life is getting toxicating
But I'm still living
With the  MEMORIES AND PAIN
I Slept in the world of Malign
Wake up in a dream with suspiration.
Living in a dream is like apricity
But believing it's truth is really tricky.
But for even once , i wanna lost in Dreams
Staying away from those fear and screams.

My life in real is fabrifacient  
But in dream it's magnificent.
No fear no cries
No game of truth and lies .
Just for once i wanna lost in Dreams
Trapped in that second
and stay in that gleam
Tired of this world .
Want to live in dreams .
Find peace
The clocks runs out .
And it should aloud .
That the time is gone
Buy I'm not yet home

It's truth that .

The shadows of past
Forever last .
It's creepy foot prints
Bring me to my knees .

It's giant shadows
Hiding in the meadows
Of my mind
Keeps on  hurting me
From behind .

Those thinks no more sound sweed .
In my garden they are like weeds
Yet the shadows of past
Forever last



©Aditya Hr.
 Sep 2020 Shrika
Anais Vionet
A crush is someone
you're strongly attracted to
- they just don't know it.

He doesn't know you: check.
you like him: check, he does nothing:
check, you fall for him.

I lie in bed and
envision scenarios where
my crush grins at me.

It's so weird that
we can almost stalk someone
and they have no idea.

I'm trying to get hair
out of my mouth and I find
my crush is watching.
A crush is someone who may never know you long for them
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