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 May 2014 Mahima Gupta
Perig3e
There are a plethora
of Snowy Owls this year.
Their food source,
Arctic lemmings
were likewise in abundance.
Cause and effect
ripple outward as
quantum particle waves
require observation
to lock a path in time and place.
 May 2014 Mahima Gupta
Lee
Even inanimate objects
aren't safe
from my plethora of pity.
I felt guilty the other day for calling my computer a ***** when it crashed my browser. I actually apologized to the ******* thing. Imagine that.
Sometimes I just want
nothing more
Than to give up
On everything

Sometimes I just want
A voice to come
and tell me
Anything

Sometimes I just want
You to stay
forever
with me

Sometimes I just want
You farther from me
then
The seas
 May 2014 Mahima Gupta
Lady Ju
I know you still love me
It's kind of easy to tell
When the heart loves someone
There's no way to lock it up in a jail cell
Because it will explode through with emotions
crashing down like waves in an ocean
You can try and deny
But hearts don't lie
Those it has chosen
And I've spent a good deal
Wondering if you still cared
I guess previous conversations with others
Made me question was the love really there
I guess I never knew tears tasted sour
Until the day you said goodbye
Because you were always there
To catch them falling from my eyes
And all I can think about is will it be the same
If I have a problem will I now come to you in vain
Will you catch my tears like in the past
Will you get tired of me and the love not last
Will our hands interlock if I'm frightened or scared
Or will I pretend like it was never there
The fear haunts me daily
I guess I shouldn't be concerned if your love is fading
But tell me if your love for me is changing
I deserve to know. -Lady Ju
To clear his head
he strips dark and light,
smudging charcoal
across the white.

He renders me
with edges lines,
scratching bones
until they shine.

To unblur the mess
inside his head,
etching softly
while words unsaid.
 May 2014 Mahima Gupta
r
God is Deaf
 May 2014 Mahima Gupta
r
He must be deaf
God, that is
I've been cursing him for days
And I'm not dead yet

Sitting up there on his throne
Eating cheese on Ritz
All gray-haired without a care
Not hearing my pleading tones

Maybe the choir's making too much sound
Or perhaps he's jamming with Townes
Possibly; passing a bottle 'round
Gettin' down to Snake Mountain Blues
With Townes Van Zandt. Yeah. That's it.

r ~ 5/16/14
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Slithering dark road,
the floodgates of
venomous traffic
opens in to it;
honking of horns,
siege, uncontrollable road rage,
poison affects mind and body alike,
brings him to his knees
at the day's end,

                       He gulps
glasses and glasses
of his favorite poison
and jumps
                   in
                         to
                             the
                                   deep
                                          dark
                                              hole
             ­                                     of
                         ­                            numb
                                                               s   l     e    e    p.
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