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 Jul 2014 Mehma Kunwar
Paula Lee
You come at me at night, invading my mind as I sleep,
Like the riptides of the ocean. You drag me down into
the Netherworld of the sea,
You waiting there, knife in hand plunging in my helpless
body,Again and Again, The Agony of pain in my breast
as you slash your way through my mind. my blood mingling
with the saltwater...

The God of the sea, releasing my battered and bruised Soul
to the surface, Panic leaving me unable to swim paralell to
the shore of this nightmare, can't swim out of your riptide.

My mind Screaming, Screaming me awake, Tears running
down my face, tasting salt on my tongue, Is it from the sea?
The taste so real, Is this Nightmare really over? will it ever
Really be over?
The knifing really happened but not in the sea, but the nightmare is real!
 Jul 2014 Mehma Kunwar
Emma
Silly one,
   your flaws
      only make me
          love you more
For those who think they're unlovable.
 Jul 2014 Mehma Kunwar
Leah
nothing is more heart-wrenching than me-without-you.
Nothing is everything and everything is nothing.
The Universe sang
A song close to my heart.
And in it I lost myself
Choosing Dreams over Whispers
And Life over Death.

The Stars called out
And in their blaze
I sought to find my Light.
As I poured out my everything
I realized that You were all that I had.

The Night almost at its end
I draw your figure in the Sand.
The dark skies barely frighten me
Not more than the distance
You keep between our Hearts.

The Universe sang to me
A Song I thought I never knew.
It led me home to the prairies
Where the northern wind
Blew strong, a magic of the Stardust.

I knew the Shadows
Would one day return,
A Haunting, my dreams never fond of.
But if the Storm got too rough
I'd sing the Song the Universe sang.

And in it I'll lose myself,
Once again.
Because in it, I came to know
The only Reason that keeps me alive.
*Because in it, I found You.
 Jul 2014 Mehma Kunwar
nivek
the advantage of solitude;
away from wagging tongues
the bitterness and accusing
 Jul 2014 Mehma Kunwar
wordvango
i want to grow up and be
the bestest dammed poet /
I want to see
at least one muse 1
and make an
imaginary pond O
silvery glow
s
and swim naked
snakey
avant garde(ly)
in all my failings
exposed and in bad taste
written with blood from
fish i squished
bear handed
and squeezed
of all they scense?
 Jul 2014 Mehma Kunwar
bones
Beneath a dusty summers sun
rabbits sniff a loaded gun

that lies beside its owners feet
his muscles twitching as he sleeps

in peace upon the baking moor
the huntsman starts to gently snore

a snore that swiftly grows in size
until the rabbits eyes are wide

with wonder at the awful sound
that fills their ears and all around

they run and stumble and tumble and trip
against the gun and the trigger slips

BOOM

rabbits scatter the huntsman jumps
awake to find a smoking stump

of ragged leg without a foot
his lucky one
the rabbits took.
A tale of accidental revenge.
:o)
Pure knowledge from above
The purer your soul
The purer your love
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