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 May 2014
Nomad
You're a world away from me,
my friend over there,
you're too far to hear me shout,
when I yell to the air.

You're a world away from me,
when you need me the most,
and when you tell me this truth,
I pale like a ghost.

You're a world away from me,
and I can't help but sigh,
because now I feel useless,
I could just sit here and...
cry.

But I won't.

Because A world away,
is nothing to me,
it won't stop this friend,
from helping another you see?

I'll do what I have to,
to get to where you are,
I'll fly, I'll drive,
I'll move the mountains and walk on water,
I'll go the distance, no matter how far!

Because my friend
you're worth every second,
you who are oh so,
very, very distant!

Never fear, never fear,
Don't give up hope my dear!
Because You're worth that much and more,
so much more to me.

So a world away,
or even two.
This ol' boy's gonna do,
what a boy's gotta do,
just
to get
to you.

Even if you're a world away.
I wait for your call,
just a word, or my name, is all you need to say.

And I'll be there,
No longer a world away.

Just me,
right here,
To stay.

With You.
Just have a room for me to stay!
 May 2014
Call Me Sara
Our Heart Is Who We Are,
The Fear and Hope and Faith,
The Heart Is Our Identity,
Our Personality,
Our Heart Is the Beauty,
The Prettiness Within,
Our Heart Is the Depth,
The Secrets Kept In.
 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
Oblivious of the surrounding darkness
The fireflies light up, to dispel it
Dancing around in complete ecstasy
Penetrating through the obscurity
The fireflies have defeated the night
As if stars have descended on Earth
Waking us from a slumber, to join the party*





© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
Lydia
Her
She's the silhouette leaning on the tree
She's the whisper in the dark
She's the hand you can't quite reach
She's right there
But you aren't.
Please comment :)
 May 2014
Jack
~

Unlike you

Hovering like a gnat that finds a face irresistible
Swatting frantically does no good as
insects will be insects and annoying is part of their plan

As it seems each day I find a new offering unfolding its wings,
buzzing about with all of its ***** laundry,
as if poetry has become merely a tool to harass

Finding little folders to slide into…highlighting
each word of bin fodder, old but new
hoping for accolades in lemonade fashion

Funny how that works as bitter becomes the norm,
never letting go of that scent that attracts you…
whatever it is about the human aroma you find so pleasing

Perhaps it is that it will never be you…insect,
oh little gnat of warm summer zephyrs failing to flutter by
lost within the deep confines of a posies’ petals

To ruin our summer faire, our picnic in the sun
can not happen for you see we are happy
in our own skin, with its wondrous fragrance…unlike you
 May 2014
Amitav Radiance
The night gives way to dawn
A brand new day awaits us
Wonder, if night and dawn have a pact
An understanding between the opposites
Establishing the existence of contradictions
Never interfering with each other’s schedule
The diurnal is the amalgamation of both, night and day
If the night does not give way to dawn, the ‘Day’ is incomplete*





© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014
Denisse
I'll ride in a unicorn if I had a chance
Go visit the hidden garden and take a glance
I'll go drop and make a dance in the moon
Through the magic carpet and massive balloon.

I'll watch the star from falling
Tie a hanky and keep myself wishing
I'll fly with the help of the birds
Make a big conversation with the clouds.

I'll submerge in the sea to play with Ariel
Dance under water and collect shell
I'll travel to visit Alice in the Wonderland
Not minding the dirt in the sand.

I'll ride on the plane and go to Paris
Tour myself in the city of poetry
I'll go to Eiffel Tower to have my dream come true
I don't care if I will go alone, atleast I have my happiness upto my bone.

Paris will be an amazing trip, but it isn't enough
I want to go visit the Queen
In the place where my favorite boyband has been
The place called London, the land I wish I was on.

It's always an amazing thing to imagine
And there is no other place for this, only in this piece.
When you write poem, you can go where you want, you can do whatever you want, you can act without limits. That's an awesome thing in a poem. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.
 May 2014
Jack
~

As evening takes my hand




“For in your light I dream, as evening takes my hand”

Silently I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty;
In soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes
and patterns allowing breaths to sigh

Eyes peer into velvet skies,
visions set in motion eternally, find me
stranded within the confines of my heart…longing for you
Desperate for but a breeze, a movement of shadow,
a hope of wishes made upon the early arrival
of this crested view

Lonely among the sycamore, towering soldiers
lined at fielded boundaries, claiming wisdom
as they too reach for your smile

“And I yearn the knowledge of your distant view”

Do you think, do you feel, do you dream of me
from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths,
candle lit in passing moments which flicker…enchant

Drinking from a porcelain cup caressed by your hand,
a touch my body pleads, soft fingers on smooth surroundings,
ripples following moonlight sonatas,
days of spring blooms and whimsical showers,
flooding affections to wash over me…
carry me home

This moon, suspended in charcoal heavens
upon a beaded blanket of perfect pearls,
beckons our dreams in simultaneous fashion

*“Does your heart share this moon tonight…with me”
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