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Girls would remember, every special days meant for them and
    all gifts they receive..


and Boys would remember ,every special moments they share with their ones and
              the gifts they give....
 Jun 2021
William J Donovan
We've loved in planes
  that spin out and dive
  loves crash and burn
  yet we still survive.
  I crash into your arms
  and hate I'm so weak.
  People cheer me but
  never what I seek.
 Jun 2021
Ces
The optimist's naivete
is his fuel for living
I dare say relinquish such notions
of fairylands and Peter Pans
For the negative has truth
in itself
and there is beauty still
in a world of cruelty.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Why bother?

It can be longer or shorter.

It doesn't matter.

A poem is a mirror
Reflecting someone's heart.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Forlornness that wraps the core of my being
Still, relished by a heart that aches to write
Alone, in subdued pain, but accepting
I feel my body and all its agonies
Never wanting this moment to end
In spite of it all, a gentle smile
I find solace in every breath
And in this tender loneliness.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Always in the rush
Always pressured to comply
Always expected to perform well.

This is the problem with humans
They are not immortals
They always lack

Time.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Sweaty armpits and rubbery legs
Labored breathing, one more step
My mind aching for a destination
There is none
Nothing but internal babblings
And an afternoon run.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Long, flowing black hair
Dyed strands glistening atop
A delicate scalp
Eyes that bewitch
Adorned with bristly eyelashes
Surgical precision had shaped
A perfectly chiseled nose
Lips that captivate:
Red as wine.

Such is the image
Of a soon-to-be corpse
Happily engaging
In an elaborate fakery.
 Jun 2021
Ces
A muffled scream
Threatens to break loose
Running away from this fear
Of not being good enough
Insignificance.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Commonality
The desire for belonging,
The need to run away from isolation
The origins of insensitivity

This is the mentality of the bully

What is normal is confused with
Desirability, goodness
Herein is the soul
Of the tyrant.
 Jun 2021
Ces
Magic oftentimes
Come from the sickest minds

And poetry

Born from the aches
Of loneliness

Write...

And make some lemonades
Out of the aridity
Of this life.
 Jun 2021
Aryaman
You are not
On my side now.
Listening to the song
You sang me every night
Even when you aren't.

And I can't say
I am Alive
As you are not my side.

I wait till the dark
Overtakes the time.
Thinking you are on your way
Humming this song,
I lay
On your bed side,
Staring at this moonlight.
Smiling a bit and,
Walk on your way.

So will you come,
When you can't.
And will you stay,
When you could.

I am running,
To defeat your light.
To forever be,
On your side.

So Darlin Run and,
I am waiting for the sun.
Laying on your bed,
To find you when I turn.
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