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What we have we want to forget
What we do not have,want to get
In winter we remember summer
In summer we want rain
how fast the thoughts train
as fast as leaves fell in autumn
In front of our house to the bottom

Yesterday's gone and will be forgotten
Poet may be sad but it never lasts
From winter to spring to summer to autumn
May the answer comes from future to pay the past

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

i woke the same
as i did yesterday
i saw the flame
and tried to pray

all for one, you said
not for some, you said
black hole sun, you said
it didn't come

the day i tried to live
i kept my head down
alive
in the superunknown

but you fell on
black days

so i'll drink to health
while you **** yourself

like suicide

In between the media, gadgets and social
anxiety, I have feelings too. They
tell me to stop and listen to something
other than YOLO and FOMO. As I browse
through feeds, the limbic
part of me raises the bar a little, while
the frontal part of me swings
between dissatisfaction and hope.

I look at you
from the peripheral field of my mind. I know
you won't stop. Craving
more is what we were made
to become. Somewhere in our heads,
we lost our hearts.

Like sapphire,
the rainwater 
sporadically develops
refractive vision.
It is often not
a full construction,
but a sight engineered
to see things from most
practical angles.

solitude is not lonely
lone
and full to the brim