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Lips softly trailing down her spine,

as my fingertips were tracing road maps of goosebumps on her skin.

Hearts started dancing on a strong beat,

Like petals throb when dews fall.

Started with a flickering kiss,

Then intimately, she lead him to ecstasy.

she fulfilled and satisfied each of his desire and fantasy.
I think it with you only
 Nov 2016 lijo jose
Aditi
You hold my hand still,
But it is always loose
And you talk to me often,
But I know I'm not the only one.

And all those poems I sent you,
That you never bothered to read

She is just a friend,
Still her words you have kept framed.

And I don't know why I still stay.

'Cause  know I'm not the only one,
And this sadness has its hands gripping my throat,
The words you say, though, are still coherent,
But there is a void of emotions behind them

And I tell myself,
You can not recreate a moment of past
Why is that time reduces every thing beautiful to ruins

And maybe that is why I stay,
For in all this decay, I still have not forgotten
The Smell of spring.

And the words I write, no longer fits the man you have become,
So you can hold on to her words,
While I hold on the lyrics, of the music long stopped,

Hoping one day it will find its way back to me.


Till then, I shall let my friends Wonder
Why do I still stay
 Nov 2016 lijo jose
Satsih Verma
After a long journey
he wants to sit
under the moon.

*

Not calling home,
he wanted to cross
the religion.

*

There was no clearing―
of subterranean fears.
I have accepted the mats.

*

In boiling water
why did you jump
to save the fish?
 Nov 2016 lijo jose
Ann M Johnson
Memories they linger on the recesses of my mind
If you could see them some are sweet some are bittersweet.
Some vie for attention turning into dreams at the end of the day.
Some like to play and fill my mind with daydreams at the start of the day.
Memories seem to have so much power.
Is that because I give them so much because I don't want to lose touch,with those I have loved both past and present?
I want to continue living life and collecting more pleasant memories and live life more fully.
cuddle the moon, kiss the moonlight, hug the night.
I miss her
 Nov 2016 lijo jose
Onoma
Words want to avail
themselves of fixed
meaning, so they fall
openly in love.
The true poet intuits
this, and writes to
inspire awe...which
is silent.
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