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The day before we get the bad news
Is like any other
Drifting away from us
Like the boats that are starting
To appear on the river again.
And no matter how fast we swim
We can never catch them up
And no matter how many times the cold water
Brings us back to life
It is as if we never quite recover
From first jumping in.
Whatever distance
my mind and body
travels in time,  
journey’s end
is us united
in the same
sacred place.  
There, in our
loving hearts
where our eyes
magnetically met.
From here on,
our souls
twinned as one.
We fell  in love
far longer than
a lifetime’s span
forever bonded
fixed for eternity.

Osiris
 May 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Nylee
I am unnoticeable
Hardly visible
You can see right through me
I am part of the air
My presence is an absence
Void is my existence.

I don't exist in anyone's mind
I don't have place in anyone's heart
My shadow is so faded
No one sees it, no one minds it
Believe me you won't believe me
Cause you will not see me at all
.
The color of her hair
Draping over her face so fair
For a lover, she has no haught or air
She is one, who can hold me in a stare

Beethoven looks for music
In a church to express her love
Among his notes
Such are her words, as compared to some song

She has the glow of muses
If she wants to amuse you
You will never know
You will always be joyous, looking into the heart of light

A cold cup of coffee, she takes it strong
It's just the smoke from the chimney, that tells me she is home
Back in her town among the old
My heart longs for her, but, she doesn't stay awhile

For an endless time, I gaze
The trees rustle and anticipate
Without her, my heart loses its fire and blaze
You will understand my angst if you see her face

As I stand bare against the wall
With a shadow of her in the distant willow
Amidst the howling wind drowning out my sorrow
There are many a present for each tomorrow

If my love was true
It is because of you
The cellos will sway and sing
To those songs of love and hate
Satire is tragedy plus time. You give it enough time, the public, the reviewers will allow you to satirize it. Which is ridiculous if you think about it.
Lenny Bruce
The monsters dwell inside my thoughts,
on some occasions, we have fought,
the say up, while I say down,
I try to smile but they just frown.

I know not from where they came,
but they are masters of the game,
insane they are driving me,
but I will never let them see.
Flat planes trap my ideas,
there is simply no place to go,
out of the box, I cannot.
trapped within the opaque cube.
 May 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Puck
Sometimes I wish life to be
A little different than it is
I would rather run with stars
Collecting light instead of money
I would rather drown in minds
Exchanging words instead of worry
I would rather smell like life
Inhaling air instead of numbness
I would rather sound like music
Wander together not alone
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