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 May 2019 Mahdiya Patel
Kirsty
My old-time heartache
lives in
long-ago train stations
lives in
the rafters; fluttering
like an injured dove.

Isn't it kinder to just break
its neck.
My eyes stuck to your rainfall
you all white making happy mist
as you fall and ever falling

I know the weight you carry
the joy of your water
and the secret you hides
under the infinite
bubbles of raindrop

I enjoy watching you falling
making all the fine art I ever knew :
your spring ,you raindrops :
no that is not me
I am only the painter
of the epic of your very own stories
yet In the love with
the scent of your watery cloud
I called
' The Nayagara'
© shanikayrs
 Jul 2017 Mahdiya Patel
NV
i need to tell you about a woman who's shelf life of love has no expiry date.
that sometimes i worry,
sometimes i worry,
i worry,
that she feeds it more than she eats it.
anorexic love ; when last have you slept on a full stomach.
 Jul 2017 Mahdiya Patel
Tshili698
Your name sounds like a hurricane in my chest, exits my lips like debris from a storm that ravaged the land of my memory.
It sounds like the culmination of pain, like the breaking of the earth, like the ground swallowing my joy, like the sun fell from the sky and burnt my peace to a crisp, like a tsunami drowning the remnants of my hope, it chokes and gropes at my serendipity.
Your name sounds like dying light, like the stars being ripped from the sky, like a moon that will never see the sun rise and a sun that will never see the moon smile.
Your name sounds like the saddest story ever told, like living your whole life alone, like your body not wanting itself, like a child that will never be loved.
It sounds like a weeping man, like everything he ever loved being taken from him.
It sounds like armageddon in my soul, like my spirit being shattered by the quakes of your hate, like the butterflies in my stomach taking their last flutters, like the day the earth will stand still...like the end of everything I will ever know.
Your name sounds like the birth of death. So you'll have to forgive, for the fact that I keep it locked away in the abyss of my forgetfulness.
I still wanna see my tomorrow.
I wanted to undress you

I wanted you to crawl like a tigress
I wanted you to show me the danger

I wanted to *******
I wanted to see you dance in strawberry orchard

I wanted to here you moan
I wanted to see a red strawberry griped to your lips

I wanted to exchange vow of silence
I wanted to see you become buoyant

I wanted you to say '**** me more'
I wanted you to fill what words can not fill

I wanted to you be amoral over the codes
I wanted you to flourish like a red poppy

I wanted you to walk with me side by side
I wanted to teach you green, red and blue, black and white

I wanted the strawberry to remark our day
I wanted to see your smile and **** walk

I wanted you to be me
I wanted you to have big eyes

I wanted you
I wanted the whole you

© shanikayrs
Nasty science of life
Wow you and I
Us
Our phantom of the beautiful
The brutal
Surreal , undiscovered
Eroticism ,
That glamorous hedonist art
It is no Karma
We are about to float
[ah - a --- --- yeah]


Grab my hand
I don't know the depth of this abyss
Ready to jump?
© shanikayrs
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