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  Jun 2014 LN
Babu kandula
Everyone
Everything
In this world
Can be raw material
For
Our writings
They are
Reusable
They are
Renewable
Which makes our
Life Revivable.
Dedicated to all writers
Love your creativity
I want you to write
As much as possible
Give us your essence
With your writings
Thank you
Some changes from beryl Sir
Thank you
LN Jun 2014
The earth smiles at every step of yours
so why would you frown at it?

The trees sway their branches waving at you
and flowers bloom towards your glowing heart
so why would you frown at it?
LN Jun 2014
At the end of time,
You are the heaven
I want to belong to.
LN Jun 2014
I hear the cries emanating from your words
Every letter of every sentence is a story
that only your broken heart can tell.

The longing for peace inside
brings chaos within your cracked bones
I hope that honey starts to drip
out of your scars instead of blood.

The thoughts spinning in your mind
now resemble the whorls in outer space
galaxies of decisions to take
follow the path of stars that lie in your heart.

I know how hard it is to open your eyes
face the world
and live behind your insecurities
let your skin jump from excitement
not from fear that causes constriction of yourself.

You haven't failed yourself
when you chose silence over speech
these pens have screamed louder than anything
one day they will hurt those who wounded you
so that the guilt inside
will keep them awake night after night,
I will continue to pray for you.

Soft heart and lips,
skin like pillows
chest a haven for whoever
is privileged enough
to find comfort in it
don't let the harsh days
blister the frame
that holds you, the artwork, together.

Allow these poems to rebuild you
so that you realize that homes out of people
burn faster than gasoline on fire
and that the paradise you crafted
out of your bathroom floor
corners of busy rooms
tears on scratched paper
and wrinkles on your tired forehead
is the one that will revive you forever.

Stay strong.
LN Jun 2014
If the winds carried our words,
We would have more storms
lifting this anger off our lips.
LN Jun 2014
He was afraid of the reflections of hell
that could be seen on her fiery red lipstick.

Forgiveness that is unlikely,
her last words to him
burnt him from the inside.

Her heart was a game to him,
and now he'll have to beg for his life
to win it.
LN Jun 2014
Your name is buried under my tongue
Its syllables percolate through
My taste buds haven't settled yet
The morphology of the word, its bones
will now turn into brittle dust
Debris will injure me -
I am afraid of the power of words
Because a simple one lay heavily -
Inducing landslides of rubble inside.
One day it will come back
In another form unknown to me
To either bring me back to life:
Fire versus. Fire
Or put me to sleep
caught restlessly in the void
Not finding a way to forget;
Or be forgotten.
Him.
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