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 May 2014 Nadrah
Jon York
Love is. . .an obsession, everybody wants it,
everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it
and those who do achieve it will cherish it,
be lost in it, and among all will
never forget it.

Love is. . . the most powerful emotion known,
and one the most important things in life is to
learn is how to give  love and let it come in as
love can heal any wound but equally love
can leave some very painful scars that last a
very long time.

Love is. . .the only satisfactory answer to the
problem of human existence because bad things
happen to us and how we respond to them defines
our character and the quality of our life and we can
choose to sit in sadness, immobilized with pain
from our loss or we can rise above the pain and
treasure the most precious gifts that we have, life
and love.

Love is. . .a puzzle posed by the emotions and
not likely to be solved by reason and it is hard to
get into but even harder to get out of and soon
we realize that there is only one happiness in life
- to love and to be loved and anytime not spent
on love is wasted.

Love is. . .loving without fear, trusting without
questioning, needing without demanding, wanting
without restrictions, accepting without change,
desiring without inhibitions and only time is capable
of understanding how valuable love is.    
                                                                ­            Jon York         2014
 May 2014 Nadrah
Jessy Ivan Diaz
When you first looked at me like I was a rare gem, I saw your eyes glisten like the ocean when the Sun at sunrise hits it. I fell in love with you 30 seconds after you told me I was "beautiful"

2. The first time we kissed I swore to God it felt like a dream. All my nightmares left me and I was somewhere over the horizon with clouds on my mind and you in my veins. I tasted you for the next several weeks, I never kissed your lips again after that first time.

3. I thought that once you see someone naked you see them extensively and into their soul. When I touched your paled skin I felt like an astronaut and explored your skin like Armstrong on the moon. I've never witnessed something so beautiful and lovely. But you were the  moon who never fully showed her face. I realized I should've listened in astronomy class.

4.  You wrote pieces inside my rib cage and opened a new chapter inside me. Helping me realize I wasn't halfway near to where I needed to be.

5. I fell in love with the idea of you.

5. I fell in love with the idea of you.

5. I fell in love with you.

6. It took me over a month to come to the conclusion that I loved you.

7. I still love you.

8. I don't know where you are, or how you've been. You severed our way of communicating and I am so so lost without you.

9. Time has a way of putting things in order, but what do I do if the hands on the clock have developed arthritis and I am still forgetting memories. I am losing my memory. Sometimes I recall half of one, and pick up the ending of another, what does it mean?

10. I still love you.

10. I miss you.

10. I think I miss you more than I love you.
 May 2014 Nadrah
Àŧùl
Demon-Angel
 May 2014 Nadrah
Àŧùl
I don't resemble an angel,
But I definitely look like a demon.
I don't resemble an angel,
But I definitely look like a demon.
Perhaps you mistook me for the Archangel,
But I'm a definitely a staunch demon searching for an angel.

I'm definitely not the archangel,
I'm but surely the devil.
I'm definitely not the archangel,
I'm but surely the devil.
Perhaps I fooled you by camouflaging an Angel,
But I fell from grace long ago when you were not even born.
My HP Poem #15
© Atul Kaushal
 May 2014 Nadrah
Seán Mac Falls
Before the wings and spring of words,
Were cradle-held in a cloud of sleep,
Soft footfalls to hear ourselves turning
And ever new dreams were lofty keys,

We could not see the frost branching
And winter never was, nor winds cold,
In our temple eyes, the sun crowning
Imbued visions, fine as woven gold,

Draped in silks so rare, spun spinning,
To hear the birds sing in ears blossom,
For the very first time, true beginnings
And the flower's colour never forgotten,

All is mourning now— song, sings singer,
To morn, wake, dream, dreams dreamer.
 May 2014 Nadrah
Tea
Late at night,
when the stars find their way through
the blinds on my window,
and the shadows decide
to crawl into my soul,
your velvet voice and luscious scent
chase my dreams away.
Because my love for you can only exist in the dark.
 May 2014 Nadrah
Amitav Radiance
Let’s go and bathe in the moonlight shower
Which will cleanse our soul of all the dirt
Unclad, with nothing to hide from each other
Enveloping our form with the glistening stars
I can see the sparkle of happiness in your eye
As we submerge in nature’s Jacuzzi
Softly massaging and reviving our feelings
Becoming aware of each other’s presence
The celestial showers drenching us
With the milk oozing from the moon, so pure
The agonizing wait is over
Our silhouettes are walking towards the woods
As we are the vines, which grew apart
Now, it’s time for us again to embrace
Entwined more closely now
As we are now rejuvenated by the celestial shower



© Amitav (Radiance)
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