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Watch me mother, how I fly,
How I glide to the sky,
To fetch the star above,
To brighten the stars in your eyes.

Watch me mother, how I sleep,
How I peacefully try to dream,
Of you resting your spent soul,
And drifting to the land of a fragrance, so serene.

Look at me mother, how I smile,
How I cease time for a precious while,
To stare at your tranquil visage,
That makes me believe the world is free from vile.

Look at me mother, how I stand unwounded,
How I strive to make my heart sacred,
As you divinely draw the dawn out of the horizon,
See how I shed my mane of pride and hatred.

Embrace me mother, tonight I am frightened,
My vision is blurred and my day darkened,
Shelter me tonight from these mortal frights,
As I hide in your smile, my hopes brightened.
You know,
that thin line,
Between dreams and reality?
That's where I met you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between sleep and awakening?
That's where I see you everyday.

You know,
that thin line,
Between memories and illusions?
That's where I hide you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dusk and day?
That's where I hold you tight.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dark and light?
That's where I kiss you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between a smile and a smirk?
That's where I see you blush.

You know,
that thin line,
Between you and me?
That's where I stay.

Meet me there
when the rain comes,
As the line dissolves,
As we melt together and drain away.
My friend is a shy butterfly.
She doesn't want to come
Out of her cocoon.
She is colorful and beautiful and bright,
But she doesn't want anyone to know.
She stays quiet and tries
To blend in with the plain leaves,
To not draw attention to herself.
Only some people notice the butterfly.
And she lets them, if they're kind.
They are the lucky ones.
2007
 Oct 2011 Neha Singh
S.R Devaste
I find echoes of you within me,
your savage, tender truths,
as if our blood had mixed,
as if our genes kissed.

I thought for a long time  that I could forget you
but, I cannot.
To forget you would be to forget myself;
if I ever did I'd be someone else.

For as the infant's face mimics it's mother
you and I are like the other.
And though I have been orphaned,
a lost child of our connection,
my soul's chromosome remembers.
1.
a woman’s laughter
unravels any plan.

2.
a woman
naked in the dark
cannot be explained.

3.
a woman’s hands
possess magic

4.
a woman *******
moves like water
over stones.

5.
a woman
with her eyes closed
changes a man.

6.
a woman
with her eyes open
changes a man.

7.
in the winter
a woman’s hair
is softer than snow.

8.
a woman
in flowered pajamas
doesn’t need words.
Time stops and the world dissolves
into a thin mist, condensing
to form a single point
where your mind meets halfway
with her heart while the earth
and the sky meld with the amber horizon
as the midnight stars descend
to glisten and burst into brilliant supernovae
in her eyes and yours while heartbeats race
to the rhythm of unwritten love songs
and mamihlapinatapai melodies
while thought and reason escape
and words fail inevitably
as both your heart and hers are lost
in a bittersweet tangle
of ghostly kisses and longing fingertips
adrift in a sea of heartstrings
and shifting bed sheets.
 Aug 2011 Neha Singh
PK Wakefield
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