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 Jul 2014 Harkaran
Meenu Syriac
As the light touches her skin,
A fire deep within,
Ablaze to set free, your desires.
And in the light of the moon she lies
Ethereal beauty,
The queen,
On *****, she breathes her fire.
Purifying the soul,
Her eyes burn,
Deep within your whole.
The night she claims her own
A magical spell to weaken you.
You, oh Icarus,
Fly too close to the sun.
And in her arms you lie,
Charmed and bewildered,
Wanting for more.
 May 2014 Harkaran
Meenu Syriac
Was it so long ago
Under the old oak we built our dreams?
So tiny, we were,
The world seemed like such a big place
For two dream chasers, like us.

Was it a thousand years ago
When you in all your innocence
Said that you'd check under the bed
In all your childish valor, and clear me of my fears?

Do you remember,
When we sat by the cold stream
With the water running through our feet,
How you picked up a few daisies
And crowned me as the queen?
And how I picked up a stick
And made you my knight of honor?

Remember running back home,
When it got too late,
Scared your old man, a drunk,
Will beat your Ma and make you cry?
How when I waved good bye from the next door,
All I hoped was that you'll make it out alive
The next day.

Was it so long back,
When we lay in green fields
And looked up to the blue skies,
Dreaming one day, we'll make it up there
And never have to look back in tears?

Flying paper planes and trying to catch our dreams
Doesn't seem so long now,
That you said goodbye
*And made it first to what lay beyond the blue skies.
 May 2014 Harkaran
Jeremy Bean
Some
things
will
just
always
be
worth
all
the suffering
 May 2014 Harkaran
PrttyBrd
After years of living...
                                 of loving...

The truth
              
                                      becomes  *lies
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 May 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
i watched the little cat
watch me
safe, secure and warm
behind the quarter pane
of glass

just past a kitten,
all curiousity
and lithe loveliness
of form

eyes
bright chips of amber
ears
caramel crema,
tipped with coccoa,
tongue
coral pink lipstick
licking the window wall.

a  little red collar
and a tinkling bell

wriggling nutmeg
and cafe au lait body
walking
up
and
down
the four foot promenade
not quiet
yet perfected
the
turn-around,
but trying really hard
tail swaying hypnotically
keeping a mystic beat

this cat
knows
it is beautiful
but then don't they all.


i  
watched
the little cat
watching me.

and wondered
what did
the little cat
see
actually a cat i saw in
a window this morning
in small country town australia
but made me think
of the ladies in amsterdam
 May 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
ten
words,
to explain,
a weary soul's
meandering, doesn't seem
anywhere
near
enough
why i rarely write
10(w) poems
It's time I fall out of love with your memory.
Admit, like Augustine, "I did not love, but yearned to love."
(Though I still cared)
I've scraped the bottom of the barrel.
Turning each curl of wood
till it crumbled in my fingers.
I could have stopped long ago.
Should have stopped long ago--
unearthing the memories
again and and again and again.
I think now,
I will let them rest in peace.
Went through the archives today and got rid of some of my most silly mopey poems.
 May 2014 Harkaran
PrttyBrd
In Your smile is born my very breath
I give you all i have to give
Your lies have brought about my death
For trust has no place left to live
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