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 Jul 2019
Karijinbba
I can't believe
in fairy tales again
only because
I am my own
true life's
sacred
Narrative
gone so badly wrong
so f*
my one infamous
fairy tale
LEFT
my ****
cold
g
r
a
v
e
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
facing death alone is very tough
~~~~~~~~
this poem was inspired
by one of poet Paul's poems
"Grave Expectations"
 Jun 2019
Karijinbba
No matter how
past hurts molding us
our twinsouls remain like
precious children bonds
staying lifetimes linked
sometimes as a blessing
unexpectedly
arriving
we can't get either one
of them out from our heart
Perhaps its only human
to remain ever linked
in the arena of
attachments
to heavenly or hellish
bonds unconsciously
wooven in us
like me unto you
simply missing my mark
failing to seize my moments
all mine for the taking! Happily ever after! eternal bliss
forever missed

"to deny love is an eternal loss
it has no reparation
neither in time nor in eternity."
ancient DeJa-Vu! love!
please take your masks off fear not.
~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
revised 2/26/2020
written 2019.
I was thinking of why you walked away
from each other once lost and found
instead of working problems out not to regret it all later on
perhaps walking away
from someone precious
is not possible
if linked in the spirit soul
as in twin flame souls
the instant we met
Afterwards you hurt
me badly and after many
lifetimes I still love you!
its called true love.
 Jun 2019
Nigdaw
I lie here, supine
Listening to sirens
Heading out towards the motorway
Somewhere, someone's evening
Has turned bad,
In the streets outside the echo
Of teens on mopeds
Reverberates between the
Terraced houses, squeezing
All they can out of a 125 engine
While squeezing all the joy that is left
Out of everyone's sunday night,
Before we all head meekly to work
On monday morning
Weekend warriors, tamed by
The restraints of finances,
Needing to earn the freedom
Of another fix next friday.
I lie here on my side
A pillow blocking at least some
Of the cacophony,
More sirens head out towards
The motorway, someone's life
Has turned into a disaster
All I wanted was an early night.
 Jun 2019
Satsih Verma
A nagging pain,
speaks wordlessly in the ears
of moon for a kiss.

*

Old-time will not
come back to pick again
peacock's tail eyes.

*

What was nothingness
if you get the exile
in the hands of deity?
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