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Eva Apr 20
It has been a while
You grew skinnier and those dark eyes have fallen darker
I just wanted to let you know that
When outside there is a storm
Sitting next to the window
I whisper your name to the rain
Hoping it travels to your home
And you realize
You were my only warmth
All this time
Eva Feb 16
I can’t say that you’ll be okay
But sticking around a little longer might change your days
If you do decide to stick around,
Don’t sit and wait to be found
Start climbing and believing
Start pushing then resting
Then go again
Peace of mind will find you there
Staying ready to receive it is always fair
Eva Feb 16
I like to play with words
Yes sir
Playing with words
Just like people play with hearts within their hurts
What a shame it is to be lonely on this soft late winter night
I wish I had someone I could hold tight
Until then I’ll have me
By all means me
Means eye to eye with
No escaping other than embracing
Eva Feb 16
And as the night whisks me away
I imagine your warm and cold embrace
The print of your hand lingering on all that I own and all that I don’t
My mind wanders on this Thursday night
I don’t know why I hurt so much
When the fantaisies were exactly what they were
We had never met after all
Still, your persistent stare and piercing eyes will follow me through the night
And you will sing to me as the moon shines down
I lost you
Eva Jan 2021
I know who you were.
You were the moon
Who rocked the sun.
You were the foam
The blue colour of this sea that amazed you so infinitely.
You were just like a feather, put on the back of a pencil
You were a wing on the side of an airplane.
You are a distant memory.
You cannot be written
You are a breeze
You are a rhyme
You are a scream.
And when the storms wound up at your door,
You simply rose
Eva Dec 2020
Needed a friend
I wanted to be alone t(w)oo
  Oct 2020 Eva
Mohan Sardarshahari
May I smoke during prayer ?
Answer is ' No'
This is morality

May I pray during smoking ?
Answer is ' Yes'
This is politics

Knowing the
difference between
the two decides
our life's quality
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