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 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Seema
My mind dwells in a prison
Of its own thoughts
Reasoning out a reason
While untying the knots

My heart, a swamp ground
Where all my emotions sink
My feelings wip around
Stirring my blood, like ink

One drop from my wrist
Soaks within my writing pad
My teary eyes, full of mist
Shows my undesirable regret

This mind, this heart, these eyes
Drown in the darkness of pain
My tongue speaks of thousand lies
While my eyes, drizzles like rain...

©sim
 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Jamie King
Waltzing under red moonlights
as thorns tear tongues. We laugh
with black roses reposed in the mouth.

Severed Bonds serve savour songs, as Love leaves longing letters in ponds
of heavy healing hearts.

We waltz still, not as statues but  temperative trumpeters tailing tundras with tabinet tufts.
HE stroked a white cat. The cat slowly turns into a cloud. He was about to cup the cloud but the whole cloud came into his eyes. She became sleepy and fell asleep.

The cloud that had entered his eyes became cloudy outside his eyelids. He dreams about a sheet of sky that will rain. Then woke up with slightly wet eyelashes. But it was not the tears.

HE:
Who cried in my eyes last night?


He did not see, the cat or the cloud wanted to answer but they were stuck in a holy book that on one page of inserted a brochure course an easy way to reach the paradise that has been long past the date of its operation.
 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Charlotte
okay
 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Charlotte
When you wake up, I'll be gone. I forgot you, so it's okay you forget me too.

We burnt out, it's raining now. A place so near, so it's okay that you leave me here.
 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Emily
scared
 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Emily
have you ever been so in love
that every step you take
you take in the name of

your lover
your soulmate
your best friend


your heart hurts to have distance
your mind wanders into bad places
after not speaking much that day

does she make your world spin
does he make your heart pound
do you feel like at any moment
your world could end
if suddenly
her love stopped
he no longer needed you

a smile can turn to a frown
a laugh can turn into a cry
you think you know all the answers
but all of a sudden, you're asking why

what if the worst happens
what if you end up alone
what if she doesn't want you
or he stops calling you on the phone

day after day
the fear grows within me
i'm losing my vision with every hour
all my senses are away from me
i'm scared to death of what could be

i want your heart forever
i want to see your mind
i want to feel secure with our love
i want to know you're mine
 Aug 2017 Jamil Massa
Pragya GAur
Best companion to a sister,
Yes I am talking about a brother.
The month of August is what,
Most people eagerly wait for.
How beautiful the day is,
When a saves his pocket money for his dear sis.
How wonderful it is to see all sisters,
Choosing the best Rakhi for their brothers.
A bro is the best gift of God,
Having one is really a proud.
The one who can make his sis girl cry,
But can't see a single tear because of someone other.
Fighting, arguing and then loving,
That's why this relation is pleasing.
Elder or younger,
A brother should be there.
Luckiest  to have a few of them by my side
Who are always there for me any time
Elders to act like dad,
Younger to get scolded by dad.
Elder to teach us,
Younger to tease us.
And the best one is of same age,
Who helps uh in every stage.
No words to explain,
How much I love them.
Can fight with the world,
Just for them.
The air was as ancient as
The molds washed anew with the dew
I pushed on, backwards
Away from the rest of them
Prudent, and watchful
As if at any time,
When I avert my eyes
The sleeping soldier
Would read this as his cue
To attack, to ****.

I stumbled back
Accidentally bumping open a creaking door
I listened.
Drip, Drip, Drip
At times a rustle
At times, a shuffle
I even thought I heard whispers
And footsteps.
But, I knew I am prone to hallucination
So
I thought better of it,
And closed the door.
After we headed out,
We gave the worker his cue
And like ancient cataracts
The concrete poured.

When we have sealed the old
And welcomed the new
A voice inquired innocently,
“Where is Joe?”
An old piece from 2015.
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