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 Oct 2015 Yashri
Day Artist
The leaves so colorful fall
Like my sunken hope
After the dead of winter
The blooms bring a renewed soul
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Rai
Nothing hurts
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Rai
Nothing hurts more
Than holding your child
As they are falling apart
It kind of tears you apart at the seams
her cheeks are wet
And the sadness is radiating in all directions
But you've talked your talk
Both staring at the ceiling
From the base of the bed in a darkened room
You both soul searched and cried forever
Best friends forever in this cruel world
You know you've been a good mum
When she sits singing and smiling with a new hope twinkling in her eye
It's need a hard evening
God's greatest creation
A sculpture of pure genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
Strokes of red
Dabs of yellow
Dipping his brush in the fabric of space creating the first Ms. Universe.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
 Oct 2015 Yashri
GaryFairy
unspoken
 Oct 2015 Yashri
GaryFairy
solely engrossed, slow to emotions
prone to be a soul that is broken
lowly focus, frozen devotion
vocal notions erode when unspoken

doing fine, i lie with a smile
while i fight my own private trial
i clear my head, i'm alright for a while
but
a mind that is clear is a mind in denial

goal, avoidance of a throat opened
my vocal notions will go unspoken
choking on the voices stolen
prone to be a soul that is broken
working with long o and long i sounds
thirty years is too thick a cobweb
says the Shepherd at the Bourne
though I know you're looking for her youth
and you aren't alone
how old was she? twenty?
red bindi and sari on head
newly wed ravishingly pretty
but no negatives I'm afraid
a few come up these creaking stairs
love's martyrs long survive
hold fore me their hearts bare
count on my archive
like you they seek that fateful face
where time stands evergreen
lost path invites one more retrace
a rewind to youthful skin
I tell them time's too thick a cobweb
with you I too grieve
sorry sir I have no negative
nothing's left to retrieve.
Shepherd at the Bourne: a reference to Bourne & Shepherd, the oldest studio in Kolkata
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Aroody
It's Me
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Aroody
When the sun is gone,
When the moon is not shone,  
There is always someone,  
Whose always alone,  

When the rain has stopped,
And the streets are wet,  
His tears have dropped,  
He is really sad , I bet,  

When he is surrounded by darkness,
When he is filled with regret,  
His soul and body unite in coldness,
He looks familiar perhaps you guys met,  

He is me...
Very sad
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Roo
Drowning
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Roo
Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Maybe it was when my friend
wouldn't stop talking
about your beauty
and I was seeking his bare skin
to put out my cigarette.
Jealousy is ugly but my appearance
could never compare to your
lips, or the way you would
look up through your eyelashes
when you were
scared or in love.
(were they the same thing?)

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Perhaps it was when I realised
I no longer searched for him
in the poetry I wrote
and read.
Rather it is your
inexplicable beauty and intelligence
that I try to capture with
stumbled words and drunken
rants to people who don't really
care.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
It could have been when I
needed to ground myself to reality
and so I thought of you.
I dreamt of the curls in your
hair as it slightly changed
colour and I thought of
your bed and the comfort
that surrounded me when I was there.
I thought of your mother, and the
anger I feel towards your father.
I thought of your laughter
and the happiness it invokes
when  I hear it.
I thought of your tears
and the sheer anguish
that follows.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
"Missing you comes in waves and
last night I felt like I was drowning".
why do the work I'm supposed to be doing when I can be sad and write poetry instead.

I don't know where the lines in quotation marks originate from because i've seen them all over the place but yeah they're not mine.
 Oct 2015 Yashri
jeffrey robin
Oh

Child

Please

//

I know

...

It's very easy

To see

You



I go

Along

The path

Where the fires are burning

•.         •

You are there

.||.

Oh child beware

The world is crazy

//

It's really up to you

ALL UP TO YOU
 Oct 2015 Yashri
Aroody
Too tired I am to do anything,  
I've lost everyone , I've lost everything,  
Exhausted I am yet playing my role,  
I can stand up but what about my soul ?

I walk everyday smiling wide,  
A smile to fool , a smile to hide,  
For me to hide the joy that died,  
For me to hide the eyes that cried,  

Alone I sit ,  alone all the time,  
The sweet life I had turned as sour as lime,
Coffee in hand thinking of words to rhyme,  
I'm trying to get up, I'm trying to climb,

I can feel my heart's broken pieces,  
I do I wait but my sadness increases,  
It's as if my happiness, the sadness ceases,
Sitting and hoping sorrow releases,  


And I hope and hope and hope,  
And perhaps with hope I'm alive!!!
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