We’re history the moment we enter this world.
Like it or not. No one cares.

Mystery? We are gone, before long.
Blink of an eye. Fixed stares.

Multitudes single.
Singular masses.
We mingle.

Filling each others’ glasses.
Only to break the glass.
And cut ourselves. Bleeding.
History repeating.

Casting sideways glances.
Treading ever so lightly.
Corblimey!

We never leave in earnest.
Not even with the circus.
A letter to the non-discerning.
Hard to find purpose.

Dripping drops of time.
Windows onto the sublime.

No one to blame.
It’s but a silly game.

My hobbies are stargazing and daydreaming.
I’m nothing but a chirpy, cheerful chum.
At times, you’ll find me – like a preacher – scheming,
Thinking of ways to make my kingdom come.

You’re free to think I’m careless, airheaded.
I’m fine with being called a loafer or a crank.
My one true north – I’ll end up where I’m heading.
Not every verse I write is snowy blank.

I’m all about forgiveness and acceptance.
Live and let live – I swear by these words.
Not looking for your ‘yes’ or your repentance –
I’m here to make a change, a better world.

I’ve taken up crochet and rubbernecking.
There’s little in this life that I won’t do.
In limbo you shall find me trekking.
In vain you’ll try to see my point of view.

I wonder if you’ll ever truly know me.
I ask myself if that is what I want.
For now, just picture I’m your darling homie.
High five, hop in and kindly play along.

Some Jamie snugly in me hand,
A cause for celebration,
Today, I found me promised land:
The home of Irish nation.

I dyed me hair shamrock green,
I made me teeth look orange,
(A spliff of Carroll's in between)
A sliver of Dutch courage.

I mingle with the leprechauns
(A shamrock on me chest)
Not in a thousand years gone,
I’m messing with the best.

Atop the jolly rainbow,
In hand – a *** of gold,
Revering, till I find me rest,
The stories I’ve been told.

I try to defend her love
For me against a predator
All she repay was labeling me
With words that pierce into me
As did sun onto a water

Written by
Martin Ijir

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eyes see
moonly face
misses the knife
In hand
Good intentions
Change hell
Into heaven
Touches soft,
Rough, tough
But
True
Existence

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

As you come closer to me
I feel the sun so closer to me
The heat is calm by the pearls of night
As volcanoes is extinguished by your warmness sight
Everything becomes transient as moon

For my heart follows heaven's mandate
As everything is chaotic in nature
Where is the sun early in the morning
When its shadow cast as deep in my heart
Hurricanes and earthquakes my heart will stand

Love stings in my heart as fire beetles
As I seek for the water that quench my thirst
The sun is up it is time for we go down
For thy sake I have no place to stay in the heaven
Nor on earth for peace and love resides in heart as light

Written by
Martin Ijir

Flowing like a river does,
Straight into the ocean,
I embrace my inner self
With a calm devotion.

Winding roads and rolling fields,
Them I see aplenty.
Lethe is my acolyte,
Them I have a twenty.

I’m the current and the brine,
Nourishing and ageless.
Slipping through your hands like time,
Cleansing bitter rages.

Sifting through the memories,
Finding those of merit…
Love me like a river does -
Light is there to share it.

You know what… I forgot to be awesome one day.
Got all boring and bored… I un-learnt how to play.
People stopped me and questioned:
“Hey yo Timmy! What’s wrong?”
And it felt like my heart badly needed a song.

So began I to sing (to myself before all),
And the world around me got more joyous a tad!
As if shackles were broken, melted was the ice wall
That imprisoned my love, where dull hatred was bred.

All the braver, the sweeter, the freer my song –
Voice so clear, the whole world would listen!
Hearts a-warming, ill thoughts all gone before long,
People smiling, their faces would glisten.

...And as long as you live will your dreams be alive,
Will your happiness be in your hands.
Sing a song, while small – overflowing with life.
Don’t forget to be awesome, my friends!