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 Feb 2018 phie
GitacharYa VedaLa
I'm a collection of solitudes
A silence derived from
the summation of all languages
 Feb 2018 phie
Kartikeya Jain
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
 May 2017 phie
neko
if i had you,
i would never look at anyone
else with such passion.

it wouldn’t be
fair to compare you
to the most vivid sunset,
or the bluest sea

none of these things even
come close to your beauty.



4/13/13
 May 2017 phie
neko
moon eyes
 May 2017 phie
neko
as i’m lying down in the dewy midnight grass
i can’t help but notice
that the moon tonight makes me unbearably homesick for your eyes—

i see you in the way it glows
how it radiates with pureness and beauty
 May 2017 phie
neko
your breath is a storm, tracing lightning bolts down my neck and shaking me to the core as if thunder was living vicariously through your words
 May 2017 phie
neko
Untitled
 May 2017 phie
neko
your soul is an infinite wick with no beginning or end, allow afflictions and worries to ignite your paraffin. radiate it’s heat as it becomes your ember.

we are made of wax
 May 2017 phie
neko
rotations
 May 2017 phie
neko
i ask myself that all the time
did i find you?

the sun is at your back
and the sky matches your eyes
and off in the great distance
storm clouds rid themselves of their contents
onto cracked, parched earth
unclear light toward the horizon

i step on the gas
i grip the wheel tight in my hands
i let visions of her play in my mind
every time i hear her voice a kind of silence washes over me
and for the first time in my life i knew who i was destined to be and
who i was meant to be with
and no other thing has ever felt quite like belonging to her does

this is how i was made
and here i am
resolute
none of this can be undone
and i will never be the same

the sun stooped to kiss the night
the sun burned holes into the sky
the sun spoke to the earth in language of the universe
rays and waves and secret forms of communication
and underneath the ground a curtain parted
to show all of the things that had been lying dormant in that place

a new thing began to bloom
they were flowers born on the same day
under the same rain falling and
into the same overwhelming light

the flowers tore themselves wide open
to show each other what was hidden inside

your eyes flashed fire
your eyes flashed nebula
and my heart would have died otherwise
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