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 Jun 2016
ajit peter
Not just today
In my memory everyday
As suns golden ray
A light along my way
In tis life each day
This heart doth say
Dear dad each day fathers day
 Jun 2016
Shysta
"So,whats your thing?"
I questioned as i gazed into his amber eyes
*(so tender so pure)

*waiting for an answer to revamp my world.




“I write”
Said he, a whispered proclamation.



"About what?"
I asked, hoping to be blessed by his utterance
to be blessed by his words





"I write about the rains
The pearls from heaven drooping down on the wandering souls
a pacific catastrophe


I write about the seas
A crystal sheath of calm, unveiling
not the length of life
but the depth of love


I write about people leaving
Painting my book with ink and thoughts as the dreadful picture
comes back to life.


I write about the murmur of air
Bearing with it a tale, a story
unheard.


I write about the sunrise
Spearing the eye with golden light
death and dark fleeing behind."




and then he stopped.



I dropped my subtle smile as he looked straight into my eyes.
Baffled by his gesture i looked down,to my trembling hands
only to be met by his eyes again.




and he said,



I write about you my love
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of life


It's your petty soul that thrills me
A soul I can


B R E A K


S  H  A  T  T  E  R

&

**D   E   S   T   R   O  Y
Clever as the devil and twice as pretty
 Jun 2016
SøułSurvivør
-

in    
my mind        
I soar in flight    
to the islands                
of the light          
in between is      
blackest night                
my heart's eyes                      
have second sight              
on I fly in
mem'rys
kite

                islands
                        emerge
                             from numdness' mist
                                   there flowers spring
                                  remembered bliss
                       perfumed air
             a lover's kiss
out of an ocean
dark bruising fist
there lies the
Scylla
and

Charybdis                


                          the
                                seas are
               stormy
charcoal
black
                suffering
and
           hunger's
lack

but within                          
the sparkling isles!                    
treasures                  
for a little      
child...

a mother
with her little girl
takes her to
             another world
                 through reading stories
                                  thus
                           unfurled

a
time of        
triumph.      
awards at school      
breezes blowing
               soft and cool

thru
time  
the sands of
beaches sift
a race is won
                your feet
            are swift
these memories
are such        

a                  

gift          


               on such
           a beach
         my feet touch down
Christmas' sights
and laughter's
            sounds
                           I am safely

                on

      the


ground



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/5/2016
I intended the format to look like some Islands. I think I succeeded.

I try to remember the happy times in my life. They are great holes in my memory though. And memories that I would rather put behind me. Through Jesus Christ that's what I do. I try to live a life of peace and forgiveness.

Hope you all are having a great day!
I am feeling better and I thank you for your prayers!

-
 May 2016
Sekar Hardani
"wanna go to the park?"* he asked.

That was the first time I feel a weird beat in my chest.

We went to the park.
I saw him sipping his soda; but I know he's sipping out his pain.
I saw him knocking his knuckles to the tree, as we laugh to Family Guy; but I know he's knocking out his fears.
I saw him moving closer next to me, because the rest of the bench is wet; but I know he's moving closer to a temporary source of happiness.
 May 2016
ajit peter
Yonder in time a boatman wait
Behind the misty white death his bait
carrying souls to an unknown land
his path same in journeys uncounted sand

the early morn mist clears to light
rowing close his passenger in sight
he checks the list of destiny for the name
yells to the shore to confirm the same

mortal soul to immortal land
the boatman row with steady hand
A distant melody the boatman sing
A gentle ride sailed with feathery wing

Time swift to the unknown land
The passenger be welcomed by angels hand
What hath thou have to pay the fare
Seek the boatman his journeys share

The mortal look towards the angels hand
What hath i got in immortal land
pointed the angel to a box of gold
Tis your treasure in heaven unsold

Yonder lay in the box of gold
deeds of the passenger in earth to hold
deeds of love and deeds of care
memories of past ever to share

Time stood its ground the passenger thought
He said to the boatman thou shall have all i got
why doth you give all the angel sought
To those on earth I owe in deeds and thoughts

A fare to pay for those who cant
To heavens abode the ride they want
leaving forth the pains and sorrow behind
leaving with sweet memories to the loved and kind
May be my last poem thanks for liking my poems here and many dear friend s from hp
 May 2016
SøułSurvivør
-

full moon
in a sequined cloak
one eye open
in the smoke

hiding in
a bit of lace
a coquettish fan
over your face

all golden
are your
dripping beams
through my window
birthing dreams

all through the air
the darkness stains
leaving dust
as its remains

drowsy now
the lullabies
bring that moondust
to my eyes

night
he slumbers
in the day
but he's now snoring
where he lay

all yawning now
the poems will keep
I'll join with night
in restful

sleep


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/21/2016
I have been woken up in the middle of the night for months now. But for some reason I feel like I'll get a good night's sleep tonight

I'm exhausted!
 May 2016
Shysta
A thought so sudden, today I remember you
And I can’t help but miss you  -  miss us
Its like, its like the sun has dispelled from the horizons and the seas have given up,
And the flowers,
the flowers have shattered like our hearts  -  that broke.

I have concealed an entire ocean of feelings and emotions that i truly want you to know....
You were there with me,
''FOREVER WITH ME'', you promised (where are you now?)
You were the sole thing that kept me striving to move forward, to do better every time i fall.
But i couldn’t tell you this...
I...I...just couldn’t tell you this.

It was my pride, my ego, I know, that broke us apart
I tried to change; I swear, I tried to change myself, but how could I change,
Change what's within my heart.

This was bound to happen, my friend, you left
Leaving me in this fathomless chasm where I'm breaking, I'm falling. I'm losing myself again.
In this forlorn land of trespassing lapse, I'm longing for you and your hand to hold.

It's a whirlwind of a feeling, (Trust Me)

I cannot forgive myself for this sin, I pushed you away.
I cannot breathe the regrets, I'm holding on to this day.
I could have asked you to stay,
stay, just a little longer.
We could have ridden the clouds, could have explored the rainbow after the storm
Could have been whole, together- US.
But i didnt,
(dont ask me why)
I just didnt.

Its far too late to ask for a version of your leaving
Its far too late, to ask you to care
But my beloved friend please,please just know
I wish you were here
**I wish you were here
To the friends i've lost
 May 2016
ajit peter
A lady in the Hospital

Ere she lay in sheets white
Eyes searching in the hazy light
seeking a face her pains to fight
yet her eyes close with none in sight

Her pale face with pain in her sleep
her heart  beating hollow and deep
A silent room with a low hum and beep
Her life a prison in pain to keep

Her beauty lost to the diseases hunger
Her tresses to radiation she surrender
With broken promises her thoughts wander
Tis world turn to her as a stranger

she seeketh a cure in miracles hand
Years of her life stolen in a dna strand
her dreams lost of a wedding grand
her life in storm a ship unmanned

Her heart seeketh a reason in pain
What hath she got in tis world to gain
For her future in tis world be slain
Oh What can end her tears that rain
I wrote this when admitting my mom in hospital a woman in her end stages of cancer in nearby bed
 May 2016
ajit peter
who will wait for you
who can lick your face
who can bark and wag a tail
who can give the paws to ur hand
none other than a friend of man
who can sense your mood
who cannot leave you till death
who can beg to be near you even in anger
who can treat a friend as master
none other than mans best friend
who can hide your sock
who can not let you go to office
who can feel those that hate you
who cannot talk your tongue yet speak
not by a lover but a mans best friend

in heaven you find people you know
yet to hell only a dog do follow
 May 2016
ajit peter
In the flow of days time
Woken up by alarms chime
Toils of the day doth begin
The buzz of city in ears ring

The routine of day dims the life
Why to wonder this endless strife
Each with the race of his own
Endless work time doth drown

Little treats of life found on the way
Love not lost under suns ray
Forgiven a driver reckless
Forgotten the abuse endless

A hungry woman with a child
Not hers begs for money robbing hearts mild
A little girl to a shool she belong
Yet she sells on signal with a song

Doth not one stop to make this wrong right
Not to stop or help humans take flight
Hypocrite am too to meet my days deed
Come Monday a race starts every human fulfilling a need
Some thoughts about Monday in the city
 May 2016
DaSH the Hopeful
I stop in my tracks,
          Listening

  A hollow
clinking in the darkness.
In an alleyway, somewhat familiar,
Vacant and forgotten in the twilight hours
Except for the lingering cigarette smoke
And the scent of frigid, dehumanizing hate

  And a
clink
Low and somehow beneath the dense, dank dark

  A sound disillusioning and honed to a fine point, like that of a blade meant to harvest death

  A
clink
And another
clink

                           There is a man sitting near the end of the alley
                           At the back of the throat of Hell itself
                           He has his head down
                           But through the thick black smudge of night
                           I can still see the base of a brown glass bottle tap the bottom of an upper row of teeth

He stops, and looks up at me with eyes that resemble mine a little too much for my comfort

                                    He brings the bottle down, and lowers his head, gazing at it as if for the first time
                                    Suddenly he snaps his eyes up to mine, instantly staring into the deep void of apathy that looks back.
                                    He smiles a knowing smile, and slams the bottle against his teeth.
  


              It does much more than *
clink.
 May 2016
ajit peter
Love oh it doth fade
by steel if hearts made
yet tis a heart beating red
Pumping its life blood
silence of today speak tomorrow
Life doth smile on days sorrow
Thy hands ever held
to cure the heart that bled
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