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 Oct 2018 anshika gehani
Ron
I've been struggling lately
Fighting with myself
A war inside my own head
I'm in need of help.
Nothing could raptly penetrate
From your wicked heart
For you wouldn't be an adored rose
If you're still an innocent bud
Nothing could raptly penetrate
For you'd constructed walls all around
Instead of a selectively- permeable membrane
It would be dignified possessions
Rather than a mob or a crowd
Neither unconditional love
Nor uncontrollable laughter
Nothing could raptly penetrate
From your wicked heart
For you wouldn't be a wizard
Without your magic wand
After these lines one of my friends' suggested to extend it by
You wouldn't be a proprietor
Without any piece of land..
One of them then shouted
You wouldn't be fashion
Without any trend...
This came out so many...
It is dark
There is light
I’m earth-bound
I take flight


Feels so cold
There’s a spark
Things get hot
In the dark


All I’ve lost
Altered mind
Sober, sad,
Still I’ll find


In the mirror
Empty eyes
Full of sorrow
Lows and highs


Here abandoned
Hope in Grace
Still I’m standing
In this place


No resistance
Here I’ll give
Let me die
Or let me live
When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashes their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
through God
in His perversity
unties the knot.
In that algal bloom marshland
Lived a frog with his wife once
Feeding his wife every day
The frog was now tired and tedious
"Oh! My beloved, I can't feed you much
For I'm already old and broken"
His beloved was no longer in delight
As she was in a frenzy of fright
"We can't leave our birthplace
We're not in a great haste
Let us gobble up anything
A twig, a bug or a little fish
Let's settle up our lives
For we have to thrive"
Slowly and steadily
The marsh was empty
All it own was dump like a bin
No pathogens, no bug, no fish
Except two souls counting days till death
As they worked hard with their breath
The marshland was now the property
Of a government official at duty
He called for drainage cleaners
To build there shopping centres
To disappear the marshland
In the crystals of water vapour
As workers dug deep inner
All they unearthed was algae
Nothing more than that
Nothing less than this..
You've made it.
It's Friday
and
you
are
tired.

You've been stressed,
you've been burdened,
but it's Friday
and
no
one
can
stop
you
now!

So relax,
procrastinate,
and take this day
because its Friday
and
you
deserve
it.
TGIF
I was beautiful once.

No lines creased my face,
No grey streaked my hair;
My eyes were bright,
My voice was loud.

I used to dance;
To sing
And command every ear to listen.

Yes, I was beautiful,
But every fire has to burn away.
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