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I wake at midnight to the shrieks
But silence is all I hear as I sit up
Where are the screams coming from?
My wife doesn’t hear them, she sleeps soundly
But I heard the tortured howls not from this earth
I am afraid to fall asleep
I am afraid that this is an omen
A precursor to death
Is this what souls hear before they die?
Or is it my soul that wakes me so wickedly
I ponder what the soul is
As I fall in a deep sleep
And again, I am ****** awake
But now, I know the source of this unearthly moan
I gently touch her shoulder and ask that she sleep on her side
The wail of a snore can rouse the immortal soul
Huddled in the shower
The hot spray mingling with my tears
As I gaze back
Through the shattered years
Trembling and shaking
I saw you today
I ran and hid
Tried to think you away
I thought I was fine
I thought I'd healed
Thought I'd recovered from
The power you used to wield
You stole my sanity
I was just a little girl
Who'd never had a father
When you entered my world
For eons you used me
You dragged me into hell
And when I escaped
I thought I'd get well
Almost two decades
Have came and gone
But today I discovered
My mind is still wrong
When you're abused as a child the pain never goes away. Almost twenty years have passed since I escaped, but everything came rushing back and it feels as though I never left.
In a book I opened
on page twenty three
I came upon a pressed flower and
wondered,
was it for me?

The book was printed, eighteen ninety five
I guess
the flower was alive back then and
so
it wasn't for me.

I wonder who placed it
between pages twenty three and four and
why did they put it there?
who was it for?

Sad,
looking upon the dead rose
thinking about those,
and did the book close on them,
did the rose
speak of love
back then?
Knowledge teaches us
How much is our need
Vices inundates
In the swirl of greed.

Increasing knowledge
Lessens the needs
Guides the soul
Towards wisdom and peace

Vices are like
Cancerous germs
Increases the greed
To destroy oneself.

Goal of life
Is to attain love and peace
With greed
We can never reach that place.

Greed is
Like a hunting trap
It allures, attracts
And ruins at last.

Increasing knowledge
Lessens the needs
Guides the a soul
Towards wisdom and peace
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Amitava (4.11.2014) 7-00 am



©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY AMITAVA SUR
Sew me shut
Talk no more
Black thread, Red string
Loving a person
is not based on appearance
but it is based on
how that person fills
your heart with
unexplained *Happiness
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