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 Apr 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
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 Apr 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
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III
Emeralds and rubies are impure crystals, diamond is just graphite made under pressure; you are an empty soul with a broken heart

All these may be regarded as treasures
*but you are still my favorite gemstone
Like a diamond unbreakable
His districtiveness was stronger
Than the fragile fibers
Of his consciousness
That only reminded him
Of his weakness
He liked himself as a snake
Warming against
Someone else's angst
Gradually fueling its heat
Learn your lessons - snakes have their value but who can ever expect them to be genuinely caring
 Apr 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
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I think and I think
Pondering slightly under
The dark moonlight sky.
I haven't done a haiku in so long, sorry if it's bad.. Also, sorry I'm posting so much. I just have a lot on my mind these days and this is my favorite way to express my feelings
He lies flat on the rooftop
looking at the stars.

Useless worlds birthing and dying
he muses
the colossal magnificence of waste

if atrophy is the verdict
why create a complex web of universe
just because someone from an island
would stare at them
in awe of the beauty
seeking a key to the riddle
himself a grain of dust
lost in reading the firmament
and not grasping
of what significance
he is
within his shrinking space and time
in an expanding universe.
Winter, the long lasting loving season

Sparks the passion that keeps us from freezing

In the coming of togetherness a new life arrives

Reflected in beautiful blue diamond birthstone eyes

...
Traveler Tim
One brief glimpse of heaven
Before neverending exile
Is Hell.
Left with eternal longing,
After the universe contracts
To a pinhead.
Yet, I experienced perfection
With impenetrable mountains,
Bedless lakes,
Plains of current-ridden grasses,
Bluest skies.
Ethereal realms don't appeal
When I have this world to peek in on;
This Sistine to confound me,
This sentient reality in full.
The angel is coming to drive me out,
With fire and ice,
I lived paradise:
It is blue and green.
“You've been crying for days
and for nights now.
What is it, sky,
that makes you sad
and troubles your mind?”
“I saw a man
playing with the pain
of another man.
I offered him the sun
to let him live.
He said no
because he didn't have
tears of compassion.
This is why I cry.
They are the tears
that man doesn't want to shed
in front of the pain.
And the rain will never stop.”

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