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 Feb 2016 Aditi Kumar
Neha Rajan
This evening, as I travel
Halfway across the city
With the gentle drops of rain
Kissing the window
Reflecting the numerous lights
Of the buzzing town

Lights that stand atop silver poles
Lights that guide speeding vehicles
Lights of skyscrapers and of humble huts
I gaze up at the embracing sky
With just a handful of stars
Smiling mockingly at the land below

Undiminishing and overpowering
I can't look away as they whisper
And I realise
They are the truth
And all that I  see before me;
The enticing shine
Are mere, blatant lies
Before the glow of the universe
Before the stardust that makes us, us.
 Nov 2015 Aditi Kumar
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
Sara L Russell 11/11/2015, 01:45am*

I wanted to end writer's block.
So I got on my magic carpet and said "Take me to India."
It took off at fantastic speed.
Clouds flew past like frantic ghosts.
I thought I saw Lord Ganesh
smoking a hookah by the Taj Mahal.
The sparkling waters of the Ganges soon came into view.
I dismounted the magic carpet and waded out
in my long chiffon dress, into the cool water.
Candles shaped like lotus flowers drifted idly by.
Suddenly I caught my toes on a reed and was falling,
falling, falling...
the magic carpet flew away.
Woke up in ****** Carpet Right.
To be continued...
 Oct 2015 Aditi Kumar
Eugene
My Past
 Oct 2015 Aditi Kumar
Eugene
It all started when my mother left me.
I felt empty.

Days passed, weeks slowly fading,
months began hating me emotionally.

Years, decades swept suddenly.
My mind said to stop this agony.

I locked myself alone in my room.
Tears began to fall then flowers stop to bloom.

It was too painful and it keeps coming back.
Dreams turned into nightmares, wishing they could talk.

But they’re not. They’re haunting me each and every night,
They wanted my precious tears to fall, to cry losing my sight.

Despite all those hardships, I managed to fixed myself.
Exploring different things, nurturing my talents, reading a lot of books in my shelves.

I grew up to be a good boy, a good man.
Reducing anxieties, stress, and pain.

Years later, I became happy and lively,
Tears faded, smiles comes out easily.

It took me several years to ponder.
And realized what I’ve missed and wonder.

Though, I haven’t seen my real mother and lost my father,
I still have people left; my stepmom and step siblings who stood up for me to remember.

There are a lot of people who underestimated me
But few were eager to learn the other side of me.

My only wish is to be strong and healthy, both mind and body,
Free from stress, pain, agony, accidents, and just think of things to be happy.
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