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 Nov 2014 Shilpa S
GracefulWords
The girl feels the darkness
Closely
Creeping

She stands, afraid,
Crying
Weeping

She smiles, she laughs,
And it
Abates

But it's not over- the
Darkness
Waits

When the lights grow
Dim
Again

The failed dreams, the wishes, the sorrow
Come
In

And then all that she
Can
Do

Is wait, and survive, endure-
Stay
True
 Oct 2014 Shilpa S
JAFAR SADIK
Her mind is the lake
where the rainbow rests.
I stolen the lake
that she withhold to me.
now, I colour to my life
with the shades adopting from the same.
 Oct 2014 Shilpa S
JAFAR SADIK
Likewise this Earth
ingest everything,
Whole memories
Will be buried
In oblivion…

Even though,
Some of them will remain
as the hair locks
outliving the soil…
 Oct 2014 Shilpa S
JAFAR SADIK
You can’t escape any more.
Because, I made you captive
In the prison of love.
You can’t break its walls
Because, this wall of my heart,
being constructed with responsibility,
is more powerful than your fists.
 Oct 2014 Shilpa S
LETITFXRING
My mouth is a cell
When it comes to you
Because the words
Are wanting to be free
But the metal bars
Won't let them out
 Sep 2014 Shilpa S
Camree Adams
time will spare but the love and fond we share
is slowly segregating,
slowly ripping,
slowly disappearing off the face of earth
As much as it hurts words
murdered us the most
lies, deceits was common,
but all trust was lost
but both of us were at fault
Lets shed our tears
the more the better
tear after tear represents
drop of  love that was put into our heart
but it's now draining
                                                                Camree
 Sep 2014 Shilpa S
JAFAR SADIK
I visited in the market
where the pain is selling.
I saw number of poets,
came to possess sufficiently
where displayed number of captivating pains.

Even though, my God,
I couldn't adopt
any pain fitting to me.
I EXPECT YOUR VALUBLE COMMENTS
 Sep 2014 Shilpa S
Kristo Frost
This notebook and I share a secret,
which I will never reveal.

This notebook, on the other hand,
has at times sleighted me slightly.

This notebook is not to be trusted,
for if I trust it, I may be betrayed.

This notebook and I share a secret;
it will never be told lest I talk.
Thanks to all the readers!
 Sep 2014 Shilpa S
Tryst
Try as you might
You cannot wash away
All the hurt inside
Without losing yourself

Just ask the sand
On the riverbed
What it recalls of
Being a stone
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