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Summer has swooped down
in violent fury
The razor blades of heat
cut through the skin
I turn and toss in bed,
like a fish on an angler’s hook

After the tryst when I wake up,
my top sheet is twisted like a rope
And the bottom sheet resembles
a plate of scrambled eggs
To escape the bite of frost at night
People slide their torso
into tightly made up beds
They wrap themselves
in several folds of wool
Form into cocoons
and lie down,
hibernating
To emerge,
like butterflies in spring !
May is now here, the season of sunshine and rain
Bringing the magic of bright tints in its train
All around are fresh and fair flowers
Peeking out from the foliage and peeping from bowers

In the tranquil ***** of this now beauteous land
An array of varied and glorious sights abound
And how my sauntering gaze labors to trace
The shifting scenes in all their loveliness and grace

Look at the hare bounding away to its covert burrows
And the pheasant suddenly bursting upon its wings
How the swans playfully glide over the still waters
And the birds in resonating melody charm the woods

There is love in the quickening breath of May
Drowning all Nature in song and mirth’s sway
The whole atmosphere is made electric and gay
The air is so jovial and children are at play

My heart quakes in a rush of exuberant delight
At the memory of something I am unable to relate
My sky is aflame in colours splendid and bright
And I have spun the web of a dream, delicate and sweet

My blood runs in tumultuous flow, warm and fervent
And each heart beat sounds sonorous and vibrant
My lips though silent, longs to tell a tale
Of a moment that still leaves me joyously hale

Drunk in the loveliness of this season of delight
And choked by an inexplicable ache, that is sweet
Here I stand so dazed and distraught
Festering and panting for some coherent utterance!
As I closed my door and lay down to sleep
A poem came and violently knocked at my door
Being late, I put a rein on my desire to admit it in
In my sleep I could hear the faint sound of a knock

In the wee hours of the morn, as I sat up to house it
scattered phrases and broken lines floated around
A crazy excitement made me trap them in ink
But nothing worthwhile showed up on the writing pad

I found I had only violated the virginity of the paper
After hours of spasmodic labor pain
What came out was a stillborn with no heart beats
It lay limp before me and all excitement died down

It’s still body, I found had closely resembled me
Something of me was there stamped on it
How could I who had parented it
Callously discard it in a dustbin?

So I carefully stashed it away in a secret place
Where no one’s prying eyes would ever fall over it!
I am sure some of you too must have experienced it !
When I close my eyes.
Find you nearby.
It is just like the real world.
Chilly wind and too cold.
When I open my eyes.
With full of tears.
Coming out of the world.
Where you are special to have & to hold.
Out of my fantasy world.
I miss you and die.
To see you in my life.
I have to close my eyes.
None understand it and nobody cares.
Only listening our story and big cheers.
Just like music tune in their ears.
It is you only please
Understand my imaginary world.
Where you are enfolded with gold.
Where love couldn't be sold.
When I close my eyes
I feel,I am a king.
And you my Queen.
And you fairy with wings..
Holding my hand & flying so high.
One world to another world
No barriers no boundaries..
When I close my eyes.
Sun rays salute you.
Moon kisses you.
Morning wishes you.
Evening invites you.
And night waits you..
When I close my eyes.
For a short while.
To see your smile.
Your dashing style.
Your name in my hearts file.
When I close my eyes.
I lost in my world.
It is too radiant and shine.
Because here you are mine.

By shaffu..
In the unlit space
of every human heart
      is an ominous black hole
      growing bigger
by the dust and dirt of the present
      lain with the sediments
of the burnt past
      drawing to its gravitational force
our future
A  beautiful  laburnum  tree
as  just  come  into  flower
outside  my  window.
Drooping  clusters  of
yellow  flowers.
Hanging  down  like  jewels
on  a  chain.
Truly  beautiful.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
I was once
Your rose,
Lap of bloom,
As we laid
In the meadows,
Water beading
On petals,
Your breaths
Opening
My flower.

And rains
Linked down
From heaven
Into the cup
Of my love,
Held on a stem,
You grew
Into the sky
And I fell,
Frail, deeper
Than you,
Yet higher we
Climbed,
With thorns
Under bud.

We came to
Shudder in light,
To see dawning
Destroyed, move,
Into mold days,
We past, grew,
Such flung scent,
Fragile beauties,
By burnish blush
Of faded bloom.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
Pea
how did
the universe
come up
with someone
like you?

i question
your
existence
like
i've never
seen anyone
or anything
as riveting
as the way
you say
my
name
like a
song
or a prayer


and i,
i've never
loved
hearing it
as much
as
i do
*now
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
Wolfy
My thoughts are sporadic
scrambled messy things
Mischievous and sick
flapping broken wings

Darting to and fro
scurry for the dark
hiding in my shadow
before I can remark
to try and save her,
him, them, they, or me,
all are hurt when they occur,
my thoughts that is, you see

They jump to fast to see
from topic start to end
searching for the sad me
the me that's not your friend,
and when they tell me what to do
and when they tell me what to think
I'm terrified not even you,
could save me from the brink

Yeah, my thoughts do really stink
and it's hard to clip their wings,
But then sometimes when I think
something beautiful they'll bring
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