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 Apr 30
Bijan Rabiee
Faith competes with visible things
Giving us an extra eye and wings
To see beyond the fog of thought
To fly above the hills of night
It is not security that it offers
But a colt of courage that inspires
When times are dismal laced with woe
And the inner light can barely glow
When the road is chaotic with emotions  
And escape sparks toxic notions
Faith shall knock on the door
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Throughout history's pages
Faith has been a talisman for ages.
 Apr 29
Akriti
I saw an Angel in my dream.
She said she would fulfill any wish I have.
"Should I make you the best ?"she asked.
"No,"said I.
"Just a little better than yesterday.
That will do."
Dear cancer, I am far from amused by your sorry excuse for invading me,
my body
YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION
I don’t like the abuse
Being used
Just some poor excuse
Your pity thrown on me like some kind of cheap blanket or soiled towel
Then discarded and forgotten
I’m left feeling kind of rotten and alone like an orphan with out a home his parents disowned
This is how cancer feels
Like a horrible, no good very bad day that you don’t know how you’re ever gonna make it go away
So you sit and you pray, sit and you pray, sit and you pray
Hoping to God, he is hearing what you have to say  
And he’ll take it all  away
So I can live to see another day
Wish upon another star
If you haven’t figured it out yet cancer *****
I do not like it
I hate it
Hate it with a passion
It does not have my permission to stay inside of my body, eat away at My organs, or tear down my soul
I will not give in to cancer
Cancer will not control
 Apr 27
November Sky
I found you
holding torn poems
like broken wings
telling me
you forgot the key
behind a locked room.

So I sat
on the cracked floor
beside you
and built a map
out of sighs
and stubborn hope.

You don’t need a perfect way out—
just a beginning
even if it looks hopeless
like more hurting.

I gave you my shoulder
the way
rain gives the earth a second chance
the way light waits
beside your door.

And when you can’t believe—
I'll believe twice as hard
with hopeful charm
and hopeless stubbornness.

Through your side
you’ll find the door—
you will.
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Through Your Side—November Sky
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 Apr 27
Nishu Mathur
Like a stream that meanders
Cantering music sweet
Caprice treads whimsical
Lightly on her feet.

Like the wind that doesn't know
Where to gently breeze
Caprice breathes here, then there
... the air touched 'n teased.

Like the midnight stars that twinkle 
Through the darkness peer
Caprice in a wink
Appears to disappear.

Like the morning sunlight
That hides, then lights up hills
Caprice scampers up and down
Never a moment still.

Like waves and ocean tides
That ebb, rise and flow
Caprice heaves night and day..
Between her joys and woes.

Like raindrops and the rainbow
That hold the other's hand
Caprice sighs and smiles
In but a single glance.        

I wonder... if you sense her
Her murmurs, feel her warm breath
Caprice... right behind you —
Though you haven't seen her yet.
It’s Sunday morning
Folks are out
Going to and fro
Shopping
Having breakfast
Drinking coffee

It’s Sunday morning
Folks are out
Running errands
Being with friends
Drinking coffee
People watching

It’s Sunday morning
Streets are busy
With people walking
To and fro
Meeting friends
Reading newspapers

It’s Sunday morning
In the city
Time to be mellow
Contemplate
The coming week
 Apr 27
Carlo C Gomez
Late October,
and they have assuredly returned.

A canopy of clusters.

At second glance
the leaves on the trees are wings.

Whisper into the dreamscape
for they sense your voice.

Revive them with your breath.

Hold out your hand
like you hold out hope.

The warm sound of flutterings.

Circadian clocks in their antennae,
a sense of where they've been
and where they are going.

The gift from their Creator
moves them in the right direction.
Those
Who have
the most to say

Usually
say the least
 Apr 22
Shambhavi
In the era of demons, who loves God?
In the era of lies, who follows truth?
In the era of body counts, who loves the soul?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who is human?

In the era of pretenders, who is trustful?
In the era of rapes, who is respectful?
In the era of killings, who makes sacrifices?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who follows dharma?
According to Hinduism/Sanatan Dharma kaliyuga is defined as an era which is basically the end of the world the demon "kali" will become so powerful that it will manipulate people's mind and people will become demons so God will come and save everyone and will start a new era in which everyone will follow dharma.
 Apr 15
Shambhavi
In the race for gold,
We wrapped our peace in silent fold.

In the chase for lavish things,
We lost the joy that life truly brings.

In the race for body counts,
We blurred pure and sacred love amounts.

In the climb to reach the top,
We took our morals to a silence drop.

In the race to have all we sought,
We forgot what God once taught.
In race of earning money, power and fame we unfortunately lost our biggest weapon humanity and love.
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