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 Jun 2016
Mohd Arshad
O spy!  How deftly
Thou accomplish thy enterprise
A new tact! No indictment,
Only gradual execution.
 May 2016
Hadrian Veska
In the dark night sky
Far stars may be dead
But a single thought
Swirls in my head

A deep yearning
For the things unknown
And ever since birth
Has this desire grown

To see the great mysteries
That haunt my mind
To search the cosmos
My soul to find

But the thing with such questions
Both a blessing and a curse
Is that they only breed more
For better or worse

And long after I'm gone
The world passed away
Shall my memory linger
To again light the way

Of a curious young soul
Peering at the night sky
Wondering if indeed
Stars can truely die
 May 2016
Vicky Evans
Cold, smooth and gleaming.
Your body jests me with
My own reflection. Each
Key and note releasing your
Voice and song till you speak
Louder than any human.

Aged worn lacquer glimmers
In mirth as notes as deep as
The everlasting ocean
Are released to waltz upon
The air and embrace my ears

With its melodic magnetism.
Fingers on valves moving
As if all the time in the world
Were allotted to this one
Tune. Each note clinging to
The ear and whispering

Sweet nothings. Light seems
To emanate from the bell
As the melody draws itself to
Its grand finale. Each note
Punctuated till…..
 May 2016
Mohd Arshad
God
What
Can I leave for my sons
Property only
Do you agree with me
Alas leave something holy
That will bring close them to God
 May 2016
Kastoori Barua
His language would be his skin,
Rubbing against mine--desirous.
His words would be his fingers
Slowly parting the opacity,
Of my febrile, trembling body,
And entering me steadily, ceaselessly
Between my widened eyes and breathy gasps
Of dialogic, intellectual *******...
If Literature was a man.
 May 2016
Sk Abdul Aziz
The stars have descended on the ground tonight
They say they want to meet the source of their inspiration
Darling...they are talking about you

Whenever LOVE is lost
We get melancholic
The longing & pain is unbearable
Our heart aches for our beloved
We feel like someone has
Cut our chest open and
Served our heart on display
For the worldly vultures to devour

In those times the
Melancholic BLUES
Are very hard to hide
When it happens to me
I pour my sorrow out
To my soul-mate
In form of poetry
and long letters
With a hope that one day
My LOVE - words will
Reach my BELOVEDz

 May 2016
Jeff Stier
Whispered theme
of my youth and middle age.
Now
pacing my reluctant
and uncertain steps
into old age.

But who needs old age?
I sure as hell
don't.

Always the golden child
the fearless one.
Destined to live forever.
That was me.

And music -
this concierto.
Music saved my life
every day.

There's nothing you can say
about music.
It eludes the weak grasp
of language.

But I lie.
Let me try.

It is
the language of emotion
the time keeper.

Bounded and constrained
by the beat
plodding, perhaps,
yet truly free of all that
and, at the end,
filled with the last breath
of eternity.
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