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 Apr 2015 Pranoot Hatwar
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14w
 Apr 2015 Pranoot Hatwar
L
14w
All you ever wanted was to be wanted and I couldn't give you that.
Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
  Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire,
    I do wander everywhere,
    Swifter than the moonè’s sphere;
    And I serve the fairy queen,
    To dew her orbs upon the green:
    The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
    In their gold coats spots you see;
    Those be rubies, fairy favours,
    In those freckles live their savours:
  I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Tell me a story.
Fingers, tongue, lips, eyes, gasps, grins.
No words required.
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2015
 Apr 2015 Pranoot Hatwar
JAM
Sadder
 Apr 2015 Pranoot Hatwar
JAM
What gets sadder as it tries?








A statue when it cries.
 Apr 2015 Pranoot Hatwar
Tupelo
Somewhere under your skin,
Has got me feeling all blue,
Those echoes of december,
Still strum their instruments,
The veins still are heavy,
And the visions still blur my eyes
the times still are rollin, and my belly is full
We live in this world
And wake, walk, talk and take of it.
We gamble our survival by living here
And breathe and drink and eat and sleep in its shelter.
We seek ourselves and meet each other;
At other times, we thirst and hunger for a part of another's life.
We lust and crave and take pride in ourselves
While we look around for all that isn't ours.
We grab and we ******,
We demolish and destroy,
And forsake this world that sustains us.
We forgo our debts and shrug responsibility,
By walking away from what we have caused.
We leave nought but destruction in our wake
No matter where we go...

--

We are humans who can think.
We are beings with an intellect.
We are capable of communicating with one another...
And yet,
*We wear a mask we never take off...
Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.

The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'


*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
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           n
          s
         u
         m
           e
               me?
I knew you long before
        eyes' shone intention,
felt you in sun's warmth
   and shooting stars' surrender
heard your voice on soft
  whispers of zealous zephyrs
   and sweet tones of hummingbirds,
felt your depths of majesty
         in sapphire quenched oceans
     cresting upon effulgent moons,
  savoring the breath of crystalline
       snowflakes and crisp sea air
I sensed the strength in your convictions    
   for it unfurled every dreamt intimation,
whilst the strong presence of your
    ever engaging infectious smile,
          enveloped every night's fantasy
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