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Love is peace
That burns with desire,
The passion can char your soul.
Love is free
And the payment required,
To give and to embrace a soul

Love is blind
It sees into your heart
At the kindness, the beauty within.
Love is hope
That despairs when we part
And yearns for your arms to return

Love is calm
It torments the head
It breaks and it shatters your pride
Love is hard
As it softens instead
The wasteful tears you’ve cried

Love is fire
That quenches your trust
And consumes your body, your mind
Love is wild
As it tames your lust
And fills your heart every time

Love is you
You are all I that I need
Your star shines bright through the day
Love is me
My soul,
it is freed
With your passion burning my way

Love is us
You were worth the wait
With your fingers entwined in mine
Love is us
Our lives steeped in fate
Eternity together,
forever combined
 Sep 2020 Påłpëbŕå
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There were round windows
On the doors of the funeral home
And the one in the back
That always swung shut
That’s where they kept
My little sister

Her casket was dull grey
With a complicated mechanism beneath
To wheel her about
Through the door with the round window
Where they kept
My little sister

I did not know
Why we didn’t just bring her home
It seemed so simple
Once she was home
The tears would stop falling
For my little sister
When I was five years old my little sister died of brain cancer. These four poems, “Curls” “My Little Sister “ “Hail Mary” and “Altars” revisit that time through an adult’s words. Thanks for reading....
तानाशाह हो, शहंशाह हो,
अंग्रेज़ी हुकूमरान हो,
सरकार-ए-हिन्द हो,
सब को एक दिन सुपुर्द-ए-खाक़ होना है।

हर शक्स अपने चरम पे
मग़रूर था,
आख़िर समय में कफ़न में लिपटा
किसी के कंधों पर मजबूर बना था।

मेरे मुल्क ने ज्यादतियां देखी,
मग़रूर की मस्तियां देखी,
इतिहास गवाह है,
इन सब के बाद भी हिंदुस्तान ने
फिर से एक सुनहरी किरण देखी।

हुकूमते आयीं और चलीं गई,
मेरे मुल्क ने किसी को प्यासा नहीं भेजा,
जागीर लुटा के आने वालों को जागीरदार बनाया,
भिकारी को भी यहां तख्त से नवाज़ा।

आज का दौर भी गुजर जाएगा,
इतिहास बदला जाएगा,
बेजुबानों को सुनने वाला,
कोई ना कोई जल्द ही आएगा।

Sparkle In Wisdom
20/9/20.

🙏🙏

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