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she waits on the streets
ready to meet the one
walking up and down the avenues
hopefully to run into a pleasant man.
but they never are.
always *******
gross
crude
what money does to people.

every week
she gets her allowance
from the one she calls "daddy"
and most of it is wasted
on cheap beer and
cigarettes.

as you read this
she's making dollars
in a squeaky bed
in a basement
and she's only fifteen.
 May 2014 Saksham Garg
Cristina
let's walk straight to one another
and stop to admire our tender smiles
who cannot fairly describe our happy faces
and wonder eyes.
let's not get into thinking
to see people are watching live
our first meeting in the center of the town.
let's unite our shaking hands
and experience our first touch
why am I thinking this is so intimate.?
one step forward, you want me close
one step forward, I want you closer.
let's enjoy the joy and the feeling of first class love.
let's move our bodies until we become the perfect one.
let's not rush the first kiss. let's breath the same air
with bonded foreheads and closed eyes
until we stop the slowly shaking
and move slowly back and forth, left and right
so we create our distinct ride.
a ride of dance of love and joy,
a ride of dance of beliefs and dreams
a ride of dance of truth sincere
so let's dance until we'll have a place to be
happy old in love evergreen.
I am haunted by my fears even in the morning sun
And irrevocably consumed by some daunting shadow.
At night they come in forms of terror
And in my disdain I cry and shiver.
Lost in an illusion my mind sowed
And in that realm I die a thousand times.
Tethered to life by a thin rope
An infinite foot fall to the unknown.
Those lines are waiting to break
The fog rising and the lights dimming,
Darkness engulfs and seeps into my blood.
Now in its arms I find solace
This paranoia feels like home.
This darkness sparking a storm,
And with the storm comes chaos
And in that chaos, *my mind revels.
You said you would love me forever.
You whispered those things in my ear.
Now those thoughts are but ****** remains,
ripped too soon from my eager veins.
I crumble.
I tear and tumble.
I feel your hands,
Here,
Here,
Here.
Unbeknownst they've disappeared.
We once thought the word "forever" as though we'd invented it.
My holy writ.
****** words dripping from my lips,
All sour and soiled,
drowned in imminent turmoil.
Who knew forever would be so short.
abort.
abort.
Where are my million years?
In place,
a  million tears,
million fears,
million bottled beers,
unclears,
slutty sneers,
you're too drunk, stay right here's.
You said you would love me forever,
you whispered those things in my ear.
I was at the entrance
of the high-rise apartments
and I phoned my grandma upstairs
and she offered me her instructions:
“Well, Josie…I’m at 354
you got to hit the green, square button
with your elbow
at the entrance where you are;
and I’ll release open the glass doors
and then go to the lift on the right
and punch the button with your elbow
and then get in and punch 3
with your elbow
and then when you are up on 3
look for Unit 54
and punch on its button with your elbow
and I’ll open the door”


“OK, easy, grandma…
But why am I punching all these
buttons with my elbow?”


“What?” my grandma screamed.
*“You mean you are coming empty-handed?”
She's dancing in the rain
when the heavens open up
She's your favourite herbal tea
drunk from your favourite cup

She's that unexpected note
upon your locker door
She's the twenty dollar bill
you find upon the floor

She's the cold side of the pillow
the first slice of the cake
She's the coffee in the morning
you didnt have to make

She's the right place in the line up
when a new cashier comes on
She's remembering the words
to your forgotten favourite song

She's everything thats good and great
thats happened in your life
She's the one that makes you proud
when you say she is your wife.
 Jul 2011 Saksham Garg
David Watt
I cannot see a path before me,
Nothing but a pestilant haze.
Bathing all resistance,
Hiding hope from my lonely eyes.

You the focus that holds me steady,
I fabricate a story that makes you love me.
Without you there is no reason,
To hang on parched in this dryest of seasons.

Dreaming up the missing mornings,
Filling in the longed for nights,
Your face and voice the origin of my delight.
Every morning alone heart strings tight.

I beg for my own salvation,
Set me free from this beautiful imagination.
Tell me to leave you and no longer love you.
So free and heartbroken,
Drifting like feathers over a seamless ocean.

— The End —