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Oh why,
must our memories be a
reconstruction of the past and not
reality to show me that the past, in reality
was not as good as I reconstruct it to be.
 Jun 2016
Torin
I wrote a letter to a cliff
Because I know how it is to be the edge of the earth
It's ingrained in my mind always from experience
How one more step can lead to a fall
How one more step....
I wrote a letter a cliff and sent it via the wind

I sang a song to a mountain
Because I know how it is to rise above the world
A monument standing tall amidst the valleys
How one more step can lead to a peak
How one more step.....
I sang a song to a mountain and played it on the wind

A wrote a poem for the sky
Because I know how it is to feel endless
And then have the clouds encroach in a threatening way
How one more step through thunder and lightning
Just one more step.....
I wrote a poem for the sky on the air that I breath

Just one more step
Can lead to a peak
Can lead to a fall
A step in the rain
Can lead me to home
I like this one
 Jun 2016
Asteria
i love you, i do
but i am just too broken
for someone like you
Haiku #3
 Jun 2016
ajit peter
For things I should have done
Yet didn't do
Words I should have said
Yet didn't say
For debts I should have paid
Yet didn't pay
For kindness I should have showed
Yet didn't show
For to forgive and forget
Yet didn't do
Forgive me
In my road to be
 Jun 2016
Dylan Thomas
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
                    A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
                    Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
                    At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

                    She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
                    Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
                    Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
                    I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
 Jun 2016
Tony Luxton
From glistening streamlet stones
the sparkling sun life river
ripples with ephemeral gems,
priceless, richer than diamonds.

Unavailable to the banker's vault.
Unmeasurable by the carat.
Free to anyone who cares to look.
Frames memories of lovers' smiles.
 Jun 2016
Valsa George
Petals fall, wheels roll
How swift is the flight of time

Lifting the veil of my translucent memory
The past comes alive with a rare fragrance
Don’t you remember the very first time
We saw each other on a Christmas Eve
Amid gazing eyes, we stood embarrassed
As Time, like an unsteady toddler
Crawled away on hands and legs
How we simply stared at each other
Unable to commune our thoughts in lucid words,
Later in the ripe moment,
When we solemnly held our hands
How dazed we were by that electric touch

Memories so green linger my dear
As though it all happened just days ago

With all the fervor of our young hearts
We were pledged to explore life
Youth and hope then walked hand in hand
Warm blood flowed through every capillary and vein
And life glowed in gleams of golden light
We were lifted upon wings of love
From the terrestrial plain unto heaven’s heights

Days flew, months into years fled
Amid gusts of laughter and of tears
How the stairs of life we climbed
Through what labyrinthine paths we traveled
Posing undecided on turns and curves
But holding fast and never loosening our grip
In the ripe season how thoughtfully
Had we sown the seeds of love
Watering them with our saline tears
How excitedly we watched them sprout and grow

Memories so green linger my dear
As though it all happened just days ago

I feel the years have flown too fast
Now life’s fire is almost extinguished
Somber shadows darken our track
The night ahead is darker and colder
We have to accept the in eluctability of it
Doting on the past is now our pleasure
When we look back, we see the thrill of victory
And the tears of defeat and heartbreak
Life presented us with a mixed bag
We have watched the death of spring
We have bore the heat of summer,
Seen the leaves drop in the mellowing autumn
And the chilly shroud of winter is about to veil

Without revolt, let us accept the truth
But till Death do us part, Oh my Love,
Let us hold our hands together
And stoically wait for the final sunset!
 Jun 2016
Darrel Weeks
Few look up to heaven
To see the Lord in all his beauty
Many look down
And will forever wonder
 Jun 2016
Prathipa Nair
Dreamt he always of those  beautiful  black eyes
As a hint of his love waiting for him
Tempting him to come out in search of her

Opening his eyes in the morning
The dream comes to an end
Erasing it from his memory

Back to his dream during night
Those magical eyes
Provoking him to find his love

One fine morning, a frail old woman
Comes seeking a place to bide
Kind-hearted is he
Letting her inside his house
Permitting to stay till she recuperate

That night comes again his dream
With those eyes so strong
Like a call of his love too near

Getting up from his bed
Walking with his eyes closed
To the room where the old woman stays

Opening his eyes met with those black eyes
There standing a beautiful girl
With her eyes full of love

Loving each other all night
Forgetting their love during day
In their world of love with curse
Lived happily ever after!
A fantasy :-)
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