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 Nov 2017 anu
Seema
Memories - Haiku
 Nov 2017 anu
Seema
I laid them to rest
Finally letting it go
My dark memories

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5-7-5 syllables
Haiku
 Nov 2017 anu
Keith Wilson
November
 Nov 2017 anu
Keith Wilson
It was a lovely frosty morning
especially fine
for November
 Nov 2017 anu
Keith Wilson
Leaves
 Nov 2017 anu
Keith Wilson
Leaves on a sloping grassy bank
appear to look like
an armada of ships
menacingly
travelling along
 Nov 2017 anu
Keith Wilson
Grass
 Nov 2017 anu
Keith Wilson
The grass is looking
strikingly green
in the autumn sunshine
In the sheets of drizzle below the autumn cloud
eyes beaming with the glow of love
wave at the receding figure
to the farthest visibility.

The man leashed to the cubicle with the screen
would think of those faces
when the day is at its broadest invitation
and light like the luminous ether
fills every dark pocket of the land
listening to the rhyme of the clock
from his abyss of ratios and rates
while the vagabond clouds come together
and break apart in the game of revealing blue
painting new faces and waving hands
on the landscape of the gate
up to the farthest turn
in the sheets of drizzle
beneath the autumn clouds.
The winter is slowly killing her
and me
but on the deck by her side
at the low tide
the river at three is a sparkling glass
feeding a belief
there would be no end of us.
With her on the river Bidyadhari, Nov 5, 2017, 3 pm.
 Nov 2017 anu
Seema
Dead As Stone
 Nov 2017 anu
Seema
My eyes, a pair of burning candles
All my fears and tears it handles
My heart a blooming flower, without petals
Barred around it are spikes sharp like metals
The pain that my body feels everytime
Is given by you for lying all the time
My arms that hugged you for protection
Now its not appreciated, a complete rejection
The lips that chanted your name with love once
Is now sealed by the silence, been months
The faith and trust that we planted together
Someone else preyed on to gather
The blooming flower is dying slowly
In this race, rather I am walking only
The burning candles now flicks
As my tears roll down the flame and licks
My body almost like a tossed stone
Floating in the sea, drowned alone...


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 Nov 2017 anu
Imran Islam
You are not ugly
You are not alone
You are so lovely
I am not gone!

I am not sad
You are not bad
Make your mood happy
Then I will be happy.

I am really sorry
Please, do not worry
about it.
Hello, my dear
It's midnight
I am here
and alright.
 Nov 2017 anu
Imran Islam
I didn't come to the world
just to see its beauties
I was born to gain everything
I came here to do my duties.

I did not come here to destroy
I was born to make something special
I did not come here to cry
and not to make anyone want to cry
I was just born here to win everything.

There is no leisure time in this world
I came here to do something
and to delight in the outside
I was not born even to feel trapped
I came here to reach the equanimity
I did not come to be tortured
I was born to utilize to everyone.

I came to overcome the bind
I'm going to make a heaven here
This world is a beautiful flower
I'm just a bee, and I'll take out its honey.
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