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 Apr 2014 Harkaran
E G
Strong Words
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
E G
People say that love is a strong word
that is very very overused, and we should
only use it when we can truly understand it.
But they never tell us that hate is a strong
word and its very very overused and they
never tell us that even if we do under-
stand it we shouldn't use it anyway.
I may not understand love,
but I sure as hell know
that I'd rather make
someone feel loved
rather than
hated.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
cheryl love
Its train floated like silk along a long winding river
Floating in the direction of a cool breeze.
Lace tapping on her flesh made her shiver
Memories thawing as if from a deep freeze.

Little roses sewn on by hand were on the bodice
Trailing over her shoulder and down her back
The dress made her feel like a godess
Or like a Princess on horseback.

The dress gave her confidence, made her feel brave
Feeling special whenever the dress was worn
But there is a secret which she took to her grave
And nobody knew but the dress was torn.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Nat Lipstadt
Always!*  
fall in love with a poet,
they cannot disguise the truth,
yet, soften it when needed, somehow,
for the only words they possess
are kindness and kindness...

Should you travel with a poet,
new ways of seeing will they introduce,
delighting you, and for ever in you, delight,
for every word that passes thru their lips,
gifts to keep, for the days of when...

There cannot be always good times,
poets know, so they write today,
for when tomorrow's intrusion is
the other end of life's continuum,
their words recalled, restore, revive...

Poets are the predecessors,
your torment, anguish, they have known,
so when they write today, it is
preparation when the future demands,
changes that require tissues, shoulders, arms...

Worry not about their torment,
t'is a seasonal change, comes and goes,
but in the winters of your life,
yours - warm fire, warm poets, summer kind words,
so, always, always,


Always fall in love with a poet...
A riposte to Mr. Hawkins of Canada
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Louise
You
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Louise
You
I think I'm still
searching
My body desperate

yearning ..

for you

I'm sure you're
calling
I reach out but I'm

falling ..

for you

I move towards
the warmth
Longing for the

strength ..

in you

Many times I've tried
to run
My thoughts always

return ..

to you



x
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Jayanta
Soil: the great connector and healer!
River: the messenger of time and energy!
Mountain: the mark of immense hope and stepping up!
Plain: the ground for practicing and achieving dream!
Flower: the smear of flourishing smiles!
Grass: the broaden of tranquility!
Birds: the messenger of exuberance!
We are only visitors to this arcade!
Since the don of our civilization trying hard to infer nature’s creation!
In the sweet memory of the conversation with the Mr Yrmolotha Phiro,a  ninety six years old Lotha Naga  gentleman of Phiro village of Wokha district of Nagaland  ,India, in January 12, 2014 . He share me their view on nature and human life  as per  Lotha Naga's  Ethos-Ethics and world view. It was a great learning.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
Sorry
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
And when in I'm sitting and remembering
The times you've lied
The times I've cried
That you've bled it dry
Sorry doesn't mean a single thing.
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