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 Jan 2016 Sam Y Starlight
Born
We can't forecast death
and that's what makes
the pain so dreadful
© Ibrahim
 Jan 2016 Sam Y Starlight
A Lopez
There is a woodland in
My-
Mi-nd-
I escape there
Some-times.
There I find the girl who's
Thirteen.
Sometimes five
Some-times
I get trapped
In between.

There is
A foot-path
I like to travel-
I become to the ****-
Outlandish. Unscrambled-
Sometimes I think
This world
I
Cannot handle!
Until the forest in
My mind
I wind back up in.

This forest
Is my protection-
Nothing bad
Is ever
L
E
T
In-
Some days I know
The thick trees
Are just my sins
Though the soil-green-
Always refreshes
Who I
Was-meant-to
Be.
Sincerely a woman
With the past blown
Back in the breeze.
clambering beetle
black and iridescent
bright sunlight, dark leaves
Haiku
Sometimes I wish I could revisit my childhood…….back then things were so much simpler.I didn’t have to worry about career,job prospects, pay scale, having that someone special in my life, dividing my time between friends and family. Back then I didn’t have any pre-conceived notions about life. I just took each day as it came.I lived in the present without worrying much about the future. My favourite ice-cream or toy would make me happy….playing cricket in the field for hours or laughing and fooling around with my friends made me happy..watching ******-dooby doo or Tom and Jerry made me happy..listening to stories narrated by my dad made me happy…now life just feels so crazy and monotonous…those days of fun and frolic have long disappeared…i am constantly being misunderstood…each and every step I take is constantly scrutinized and questioned..it’s like I’ve lost all freedom…the burden of expectations and the pressure of life at times just gets to me…I feel like screaming my lungs out and drowning in the ocean.I sometimes look in the mirror and can’t recognize myself…who am i?..what have i become?..i miss my old self...the person i once was...I so miss my childhood.
Your hand in mine like it’s made for me (…)
Your eyes on mine like a swan in the water (searching for food?)
Your lips to mine, spreading the love (of destruction?)
Your heart I see, jumping out to get mine (to break into thousand pieces?)
Are you really in love with me (or it’s all a mirage?)
My hand in yours (please STOP, it hurts!)
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